Mr. Schmidt

Chapter 1

Well, this story just popped into my mind. I think this is an interesting concept, another careless Kendall. By the way, if you're new, just know that every single story I write will always be about Katelyn and Kendall. Enjoy.

Kendall POV

Ugh, first day of school. I didn't want this, to be a teacher and all. I mean, who would? You spend all day in the presence of children that don't give a crap about anything but tv and internet. Here I am though, a high school math teacher. See I wouldn't call this my choice, I call this a must opportunity. See, this school was in the dump before I came here. They were so desperate to be known for something. I have been in many, many math competitions when I was in college, by the way, college, was a walk in the park.

Anyway, I am considered a mathematician with my genius, like legit, they have an official book of mathematicians, and guess who's in it, this guy. They begged me to come and teach at their school, I told them if the price was right, and they made it right, I now make more than any teacher in California and the school gets more funding than Harvard and Yale: combined. Win, win if I do say so myself.

I let out a huge huff as I walked into the school. "Welcome back Mr. Schmidt." Said the middle aged secretary that has been on more dates than there are in the calendar, yet she still couldn't get a man. I waved slightly and proceeded to my classroom. I looked at the waxed floors, clean windows, clean lockers and all. I don't know why they bother to go so in depth in cleaning, I mean, these animals are gonna mess it all up anyway. Janitors, wasting their time man, wasting their time. I opened the glass door into my classroom.

It was on the third floor, all the way at the end of the hall. Room with a view, so I couldn't be bored and watch them do their work. I sat my work bag on the desk and took a look around. Everything was fairly the same, individual desks, in rows. Just how I like it. They say, "Put them in groups for a more collaborative environment Mr. Schmidt." No, no, no, all they need to do here is their work and keep it moving, that's it, nothing else. That was too much extra.

"Hello Mr. Schmidt." Man I really hated when someone just barged into my classroom without knocking. I put on my best face and turned around. It was slutty Kelly, she was the honors English teacher, when she probably couldn't even spell her own damn name. I smiled and watched as she "properly" sat on my desk. "How was your summer?" I groaned internally.

"It was great Ms. Kelly, how was yours?" I said in the nicest way possible.

"It was so good. Is it gonna be a great school year?" It was.

"Yeah...should be fun." She got up and slowly strutted over. She picked a one of my buttons.

"Maybe we could go somewhere after school." Just not with you.

"Yeah...." She nodded and I nodded slowly. "Well, I'm gonna get setup, I'll see you around."

"Yes you will." She turned around and headed toward the door. I looked at her as she walked out, disgusted. She gave me one last look and I gave her the most fake smile I could put on. She winked and left.

"Oh boy, I'm gonna have to request a new room because a view isn't worth dealing with her everyday." I started putting my papers in order. My first period would be here any minute. Not that I was the most organized person, but I try and keep things in the right place. I sat on my desk and played around on my phone.

About a half an hour later, I heard talking at my door. I turned from the door and rolled my eyes. I got up and opened it, I gave the slightest smile and went back to sit on my desk. Students flooded in. "Just sit wherever you want, if we have to make adjustments, we will." There were 30 kids in my first period. Getting on the larger side. I looked at them all, they seemed to be waiting for instruction.

"Alright, I am Mr. Schmidt. Not Mr. Shit, but Schmidt." I made sure to articulate my last name. I didn't care if I cussed in front of these kids, they need to move on from Spongebob, they're in high school for crying out loud. A few murmurs were heard throughout the room. "So, icebreakers, get to know you's, no, no, I don't do that. Not my thing, you don't need to know anything about me except that my name is Mr. Schmidt." I smiled, very fake.

I looked around the room and saw a fairly younger student. There was no way she was a senior. She had to be a freshman. I hopped off my desk and went over to her. She was in the front row.

"You in the right class?" She nodded and showed me her schedule. I looked at it, it sure was the right class. Well, she must be smart I assume, or just a bullshitter. I nodded slowly and gave her back the schedule. "I've never had someone as young as you in my class. Hmm. Congratulations."

"Thank you?" She says. I let out a light chuckle. I leaned against my desk and grabbed the attendance sheet.

"Carter." I called out everyone's name.

"Kaylie?" She raised her hand, ah, it was the freshman. I nodded and proceeded on. I lightly tossed the clipboard aside. "Alright, we are gonna start with quadratics, this'll help you in my class, we do a lot of factoring." I heard a bunch of groans, but Kaylie, looked so attentive. As if she had been in the class already and knew exactly what I was gonna write on the board.

Hmm.