REAL Old Fashioned: a BMW & GMW Spanking Story

Ch. 2/P. 5: Busted. Big Time. (TW: Drug Abuse, Depressed)

~FYI: John did not check on Shawn previously, so he does not know Shawn snuck out. He was trying to give him space, which he then regrets later.

*John Adams High School-Turner's Classroom...the next day*

"Okay, Shawn. For your first task as my classroom assistant, I want you to transfer my lesson plan for the day on the chalkboard, word for word, got it?"

"Huh?" Shawn glanced at John groggily, almost like he was half-asleep.

"You look like you are sleeping standing up..." John gave him a strange look. "Alright, I said I want you to transfer what I got from here to here." He gestured from the lesson plan book to the board. "Got it?"

Shawn groaned. "Yeah..." He began to write on the board, but his writing was sloppier than usual. He couldn't even write in a straight line.

"What's that say there? Shawn, has your handwriting gotten that bad? Wowza. I hope I don't have to fire you on your first day."

"Well, it wouldn't be the worst thing that's happened to me," Shawn said sarcastically.

"Erase it, and try again," John ordered.

"If you don't like it, then you can do it," Shawn argued.

"I wasn't asking you. Don't test me, kid."

Shawn set the chalk down in frustration. "I'm outta here then." He began to trudge out of the classroom.

"Excuse me? GET back here. I'm not done with you."

"Well, I'm plenty DONE WITH YOU."

Without another word, John raced ahead of Shawn and shut the classroom door on him. "You are going nowhere. Sit." He led him to his desk and forced him down. "I've heard quite enough from you today. What is up?" He paused, then sniffed Shawn's hair.

"Quit it! That's so weird!" Shawn batted his nose away.

"Well, you don't smell like weed, but something is off about you today. You slept well?"

"I slept fine, thank you."

"Look at me." John grabbed Shawn's shoulders and stared him in the eye. "Be straight with me...You high again?"

"No, I'm not," Shawn lied.

"You better not be, or you won't like me very much."

Shawn just glared at him in response.

The first bell rang, indicating students should be heading to their first class of the day. John raced to the chalkboard to redo Shawn's chalky mess before the rest of the students arrived. Most of the class shuffled in, with Cory at the back. The second bell hadn't rung yet, so that meant the students were free to chat for a few more minutes.

Cory sat down in his seat and cranked his neck to visit with Shawn. "Hey, Shawn! Wow, you don't look so good. What happened to you?"

"It's nothing, Cory. Just leave me alone," Shawn said defensively, slumping down into his chair.

"I think I know my best friend pretty well, and I know for a FACT something is off about you. Just tell me."

"Lay off, will ya?!" Shawn yelled.

"No, I'm your best friend. I CARE about you. Why don't you tell me? Don't you trust me?" Cory looked offended.

The last bell rang, indicating class had begun.

"Alright, class, toda-" John started.

"CORY, NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU," Shawn boomed. He jolted up from his seat and tackled Cory onto the ground. "How do you like me now? Huh?" Cory struggled to get out from under Shawn.