Mr. Smith

P a r t 2

The next day in my second hour, I had to teach the kids to write a letter. They should've known how to, but they didn't. I showed where to put the address, and the orders of events in a letter. Every few second my eyes traveled from the board to Justin. I noticed how focused he was on me. "Justin, what are you looking at?" I yelled, his face turned a dark shade of red, "Sorry Mr. Smith." He said smirking. I gave him a death glare, and his smirk disappeared. "It's okay, just pay attention." I said looking back to the board. Before I turned my head, he rolled his eyes.

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After class I made Justin stay after, "Do you have a problem with me?" I asked him staring intensely as I sat in my chair. "U–Uh... N–No Mr. Smith..." I stared at his eyes, my hand rubbing against my slightly stubbled chin. "You're lying, tell the truth," His face turned that dark shade of red that I saw earlier again, "I'm serious, tell me what you don't like," I said my voice soft and low. His eyes left mine and darted over to the kids standing in the doorway, "Close the door for me please." I said to the kids. "I don't have a fucking problem with you, you're just over reacting!" He said raising his voice. "Don't raise your voice with a teacher..." I said pointing my finger at him. "Sam– I mean Mr. Smith, I'm sorry..." He said scarcely. "It's fine, just tell me what you don't like about me and you can leave. I'm a new teacher and I want to know what I can improve on." I said sassily. "Oh, I just feel like you are picking favorites in your class, and that makes me feel a little bit left out." I sat up and reached over. I grabbed his hand that sat on the table, "I'm sorry, I will try my best to not pick favorites if that's what you feel is wrong." He nodded and tried to smile, but failed. His eyes were glued to mine and I felt myself in another world. "I should get to my next class," Justin said looking over to the door with students staring into the tiny window slot. "See you tomorrow Mr. Smith!" He exclaimed and walked over to the door and opened it. All of the kids stared at him and asked him questions about what happened. The waiting kids started to flood into the classroom, and I stared at the kids looking at me in disgust of "flirting" with a student.

"May I speak to you?" The vice principal asked as she peaked her head into the classroom, "Yeah, sure." I said pressing my lips together. I got out of my chair and walked to the door frame. She told me to take a step out of the door, so I did. She told me to close the door, so I did, "What's up?" I asked getting serious. "Why were all of your students standing outside your door?" I pressed my lips together, "I was talking to a student."

"Talking or flirting?"

"Talking," I answer, "Just because I was holding his hand doesn't mean I was flirting with him," I stated, "Is having and openly gay teacher new for you?" I asked, "No," she said, my eyes stared into hers, "Okay, yes... I just think gay people act differently." She stated her honest opinion. "If anything, I know how to handle kids more than lots of these teachers." She smirked, "Is that so?" I nodded, my mum ran a daycare when she lost her job." The vice principal patted my shoulder, "Have a good rest of the day Sam." She said in her American accent. I nodded and entered the classroom.

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As I was walking into school the next day, I had a cup of coffee in my right hand, and my laptop in the other. I noticed students outside the building an hour before school started. They were all just hanging out, one man had his hood up. His eyes would focus on me as I was walking. A few of them had cigarettes in their hands, and the group had small talk, "Hey, faggot Smith!" One of the students called out to me. I looked back and noticed them laughing at me. The man in the hoodie started to walk away. He seemed embarrassed. "Why don't you just fuck Justin already?" I felt angered but let it slip by. "Why don't you stop ignoring us, or this'll get ugly." I couldn't take it. I put my coffee underneath my arm, and put my laptop into my right hand. I twisted half of my body and pulled the hood on my sweatshirt up. I stuck my left middle finger out behind me, and the students laughed faintly and covered their mouths.

I kept walking until I got to the building. I opened the doors and then switched my laptop back to my open hand, and slipped my coffee out from under my arm, back to my left hand. I was greeted by teachers and I nodded to them.

When I reached my classroom, I set up my laptop, and sipped my coffee.

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Okay, how much trouble do you think he'll get in trouble for flicking students off? Anyways, make my day by voting?