Call Me (KidLaw)

Call Me: Chapter One

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Call Me

Chapter One

Eustass Kidd strode down the hall, his briefcase slung casually over his shoulder, and grinned as he received the looks of shock and skepticism from passing teachers and students. His thick boots clunked on the polished tiles, echoing through the air. When he finally made it to his class room, he glanced at the watch on his wrist, and saw he was 10 minutes late. His dark lips twisted into a smirk. Old habits died hard, he guessed.

He paused outside the door and listened to the snickers and the chattering of the teens inside. Some were chanting "5 more minutes" like their lives depended on it. It was only the first week of classes and the kids were already sick of being coped up inside. Heh-heh. that will never change, no matter how old you get.

Kidd waited till there was exactly 30 seconds left of the 15 minute arrival window before he entered the class room. He yanked open the door, laughing like a lunatic in his head at his dick move, and strode in.

"Good morning class," he greeted, tossing his briefcase and bike keys on the large desk in the front of the room.

As he placed his maroon blazer haphazardly over the back of his chair, Kidd turned to the students, and took an empty chair, spun it toward him, and propped a booted foot on it. He examined the class room and huffed, annoyed that it was as dull looking as it ever was. Stupid posters of diagrams, the conjunctions, site words, and other English related crap littered the walls. He'd have to tear all this shit down later. Maybe during lunch... Kidd met the eyes of some bewildered students and remembered they were there.

"All right, brats," he clapped his his hands together, "Here are the rules for my class: do the work I assign you, show up, and don't piss me off. This has not been my best week, so I strongly encourage the last of the three."

His amber eyes bore into the faces of the junior and senior class men. He let all the students get a good look at his face and watched as the student's faces around him turned from boredom to shock, and then for some, recognition. There where many seniors who gasped in fear and disbelief, whispering nervously to their nearby class mates.

"My name is Eustass Kid, and for this year's English class I'm either gonna be your best friend, or your worst enemy."

His lips stretched into it's familiar snarky sneer, crinkling the scar that went through his left eye and one that dragged from the left side of his forehead, going down his neck and under the collar of his black v-neck, long sleeve shirt.

"Now," he continued, straightening his bent leg on the floor, "I don't care to learn your names if you are not going to take this class seriously-"

The class room door banged open and in stepped a tall, slim man, probably 18 or so. He had a small black goatee, with a matching head of thick black hair, but a majority of it was hidden by a weird looking white hat that was decorated with black spots on the rim.

He paused for a moment, noticing Kidd staring at him with a glare, and then sauntered by casually in a yellow shirt, the black leather jacket over it showing off his shoulders. His skinny jeans were light blue with more odd black spots on the knee and ankle areas and the black ankle boots that looked a size too big were completely silent as he found a seat in the back of the class next to a sleeping raven haired student.

"Sorry I'm late, " the teen apologized with a smile as he looked at Kidd.

The red head continued his glare at the raven another moment, then turned back to the class.

"Like I was saying," Kidd repeated, "I'm not gonna bother taking you seriously if you don't show me and this class the same courtesy. A.K.A : I won't badger you to turn in your shit. Turn it in, don't turn it in, it's all gonna get graded as I have it. Hand in half ass work, you are gonna get a half ass grade." He crossed his arms over his broad chest. "I understand that shit happens, and that life gets in the way. That's why every homework assignment given in this class is going up on the school website with its due date. Its super easy to understand, so I wont accept excuses like 'Oh, well the site wasn't clear!' If you have a reason to turn in your work late, then email me the date when you are able to get it done. Any assignments that are over a week late I wont except them. Got it?"