Teach Me

Chapter 2

School was on starting on Thursday and it was Monday so today there was a meeting to be held about finalizing things such as reviewing the rule book, when breaks are going to be held, going over the clubs, etc. Basically everything Phillip didn't want to do, to be frank he didn't care if phones were allowed or not, or if girls were allowed to wear spaghetti straps because who would.

The meeting was going to be a while, about 10 a.m to 5 p.m. The reason behind the 10 hours of being at meeting eluded the dark eyed man and he would much rather be at home preparing to hate the next 10 months of his life. However this year would be different, he had something to look forward to, Bryan. 

It was going on 8 so he began to get up. He started his morning by brushing his teeth, showering, the youzhe. He stayed in a plain white shirt and his boxers while he boiled water for his oatmeal and rinsed a few berries to eat on the side. After eating the maple oatmeal and blueberries he glanced at his phone, the time read 8:25 a.m, he had extra time to watch a bit of t.v before he had to actually put pants on. He turned on the t.v flipping aimlessly through the channels, he knew exactly what he wanted to watch and it definitely wasn't some kid with a rock stuck in his belly button. One by one the t.v flashed to a new channel as he clicked away, but he stopped at the sound of a shriek, filling the room, flooding from the speakers. It made him jump a little, he tried to focused on the screen to decipher what seemed to be very scary yoga. The longer he looked he connected the dots, those weren't screams, that wasn't yoga. It was one of those channels that were for adults. 

"Oh god no! Ew nononono no!" He shouted as if his mother was watching him "God, hets are so gross"

He arrived to The CW and at this hour The X Files was playing. This show was one of his guilty pleasures. To Smith he absolutely, without a doubt he knew that there was other living organisms out there in the vast unknown. Whether or not they were the stereotypical aliens, if they were remotely near Earth, or even if they are nothing other than small bacteria billions of light years away, to him it was simple they were out there. 

An hour later he decided it would be a good idea to put on pants. He ran upstairs and put on a pair of khakis and a forest green flannel over top his white t-shirt. He looked at the alarm beside his bed, 9:43, time to head out. He filled his to-go mug with coffee he had brewed this morning and headed out to his car. 

He made it to the school with a few minutes to spare. He saw one of his close colleagues, Angie Stadler. She hopped off her motorcycle and shook her bleached blonde hair that hid a section of brown hair above the nape of her neck as she pulled off her helmet. Phillip walked over to her.

"Hey long time no see," he said to her offering to strike up a conversation as they began to walk to the school.

"I know it feels like it has been forever, we need to go back on the range sometime," she replied excitedly referring back to the the times they would go out on the shooting range.

"Yeah definitely. So, are you looking forward to this year?"

"I mean, I guess. But, like, no more than usual. Ya know? Like, there is nothing more special this year that any other." 

"I see what you mean," he said jogging a bit to reach the door before her. "After you." he said as he opened the door.

"Why thank you Philly. What a gentleman? How have you not been husbanded  up yet, like, if I wasn't married and a man, you know Phil, I'd be there for you," she swooned falsely, "And to return the favor," she shouted as she opened up the following door to official enter the school.

"Thanks Angie," he replied as they both headed off to their own rooms before the meetings that would start soon. 

Seeing as that he had some time to kill prior to the meetings he settled in the small separate room that was connected to the large band room, this was his office. He set his messenger type bag atop the desk and he sat down and looked at the clean surface. Well this isn't going to last long , he thought to himself. Phillip was a relativity clean person but he was no match for that of school papers, so as much as he dislikes the clutter, he knew it was inevitable.