Misfit

Chapter one

A/N; photo two of what Ryan could look like

I slid into my seat in first block just as the bell was ringing. Mr Crawford would be so proud that I wasn't late today. This was probably my least favorite class and not just because it's the first thing in the morning it's also because the teacher had my sister, and assumed at the beginning of this class, I would be just like her.

He was sadly mistaken. I pulled my phone out and started playing dot up only to curse every time I died.

"Miss Gatain would you like to come to the board to solve the equation?" Crawford asked but it was rhetorical.

"No." I answered anyway. The mans face turned a bright red.

"Then I'm not asking. Come do the equation." He boomed looking like she might pop a blood vessel in his forehead.

I walked up to the board grabbing a marker and quickly writing the correct answer on the board before walking out of the class.

I walked down to mr Volkov's class and skidding in the back. He raised a brow at me but didn't say anything. After he finished his lecture he let the kids work for a few, answering a couple kids questions before coming to sit next to me.

This was probably the only class i come to anymore and I have it second period, Volkov's class is probably my favorite too, and not just because he knows how to handle me, because it's my favorite subject; history.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Ryan?"  Volkov asked me, his tone a teasing one.

"Oh come on Brandon, you know who my first period teacher is." I winked at him.

"Ryan what did I tell you about my first name?" He tries to hide his smirk.

"Only use it in bed?" I joke as he cracks a smile.

And this would be why he's by far my favorite teacher. "Ryan I'm not sure what this school does to you." He laughs. He's seen me with other teachers and he's stuck up for me to other teachers. Many times with Crawford.

His phone started to ring. "Probably Crawford making sure we aren't shacking up and you're not abandoning the class." I chuckle as he gets up.

I may have had a small crush on Volkov but he can take a joke from me. I wouldn't ever do anything to get him in trouble with the school, because I know he'd probably take an offer if I put it out there, he's just to good of a teacher.

"Volkov's class who's speaking?" He asks in his causally laid back voice, a sloppy smile splayed on his face as he stares at me. "Miss Gatain? No I've not seen her." He pauses. "She did, did she?" He asks trying to hide his amusement. "Well if I see her I'll send her the deans way." And he puts the phone down.

He answers a few more students questions before coming to sit beside me again.

"You know one day he's going to question how you never show up to his class but are still passing it and know the information."