Forbidden Love

@ BringMeTheFuentes



If there is anything Ronnie remembers from high school - aside from all the torment and pranks -, it's how shit the students treat a new teacher. Oh, God, is he excited for this one. As a new teacher himself as of today, he is bracing himself for what will probably be hell. He's just sitting here in his new classroom in his new school - only school, actually, as this is his first year teaching, wow - about bored to tears as he spins around in this snazzy desk chair of his. The kids won't start pouring in until about a minute before the bell, he presumes, drawing from his own high school experience. He doesn't exactly want to sit here anticipating the little hellions, but he doesn't want to wander around the halls and give them an early look at the 'fresh meat.'

Ronnie huffs, wonders why in the actual fuck he became a teacher when he just barely liked high school (if at all). He looks deep into his mind and his heart and all that other bull and the only reason he can find is that he just wants to help. And isn't that just sweet?

He's got his tattoos covered per demand disguised as a request, but he has plans of taking his jacket off when the kids begin to give him hell. Maybe the muscles and tattoos will get them to shut the hell up and sink in their seats a little, because the last thing he is taking is some smart ass mouth from a kid. Sure, he isn't too much older than them himself, not really, but the fact of the matter is that while they're in school, he would love to treat them as equals, but he's above and they're below. And they're not going to forget it if they dare to challenge it. He just hopes they don't.

Ronnie glances up at the clock: 7:54. Class is officially in session in one minute, and here comes the stream of students, just rushing through the door. He watches it all with a small smirk, observing each and every one of his new kids. He can only pray that they don't try to tear him apart like he hasn't had enough of that in his life. They can try all they want, but he can't say they're going to be successful. He's had enough experience with shit to prepare himself for high schoolers. Or so he hopes.