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Post by JORDAN VIERRA on Aug 4, 2016 7:10:35 GMT
[attr="class","tpost"]  | Jordan hummed softly as he stared intently at the computer screen. Seeing that he gave his students a quiz before the end of class, he figured he had enough time to order something before the bell rang. And surprisingly, it was not as easy as it seemed ordering pizza. There were a lot of things to take into account. Toppings, size, cheese stuffed pizza or hot dog crust pizza, heck, even dipping sauces. Whenever he bought pizza, he never skimped out. The pizza had to be the best combination of different elements, regardless of price! Sure his meager salary as a hardworking teacher was meant to pay for rent, but... For quality pizza, any price was worth it. A few minutes after he sent in the order, the bell rang.
"Okay class, turn in your test on my desk before you leave," he called out. "None of you better have cheated while I was ordering lunch. And if you did, I hope you know you are one step closer to getting reborn as a pimple in your next life!"
Well, it wasn't the best threat, but what could he do? At Birchwood Academy, most students weren't afraid of cheating. It wasn't as if they could get expelled for it either. Cheating was perhaps the lowest thing on the totem pole in regards what they could do to rebel. And while they could get punished for it, Jordan really hated the thought of tattling upon his students. He wanted to prove to them their potential! But if he sent them to the principal whenever they did wrong, they would lose out on growth. And while that meant they could technically walk over him, it was a loss he viewed as necessary!
As each student came up to pass on their test, he reminded them of the homework that would be due over the weekend. Hopefully they would do it too. It wasn't too difficult, only a lab read up. Jordan wasn't the smartest person in the world and he could do it in his sleep. Of course, there were a few that were notorious slackers. Speaking of which...
"Dean!" Jordan greeted as the last student came up. "You like pizza, right? Wanna stay and help me finish the one I ordered? I'm a pretty big eater, but a medium size pizza is too much for me."
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 5, 2016 5:00:21 GMT
▲ like many of his fellow classmates, dean vegas was 100% the type to listen to music in class... as if he wasn't easily-distracted enough already. like right now for example, when the teacher suddenly spoke and snapped the ginger out of his trance. plucking the earphones out of his canals, dean only barely managed to catch the last bit of jordan's words, "shit. can i have a-" he began with his hand shot into the air, but quickly paused to look out of the window: specifically the tree branches where his test actually was, in the form of a paper airplane. as the other students started to migrate to the front to hand in their tests, dean, too, dumped his stuff into his backpack and proceeded to raise to his feet. flinging the bag over one shoulder, he crouched down quietly and was about to use the guy in front of him as some sort of human shield so he could sneak out unnoticed... when the teacher suddenly called out to him. he flinched, and instantly straightened his back, "god dammit, you had one job!" he yelled at his classmate, eyes narrowed and teeth bore. with a grunt and a pout, the ginger flicked his attention to the teacher. the bitter expression only lasted till he heard the word 'pizza,' however, "whaaat? why would'ja even order a medium when ya can't finish it? man, what would'ja have done if i wasn't here, huh? and sorry to break it to ya but if it were me i'd totally be able to have a large all by myself. but then again, i guess i tend to like everything large: pizzas, tits, dogs, dicks, cars, tits and dicks... know what i mean?"snickering through his teeth, the redhead eagerly scanned the room, even peeking over the chemistry teacher's shoulder and lifting up the stack of tests on the desk, "so where is it? ya hidin' it? understandable though. don't they always say shit like, 'no food or drinks allowed in the labs?' or were ya afraid that-" an abrupt pause, when something quickly came to him. the senior blinked, whipping his gaze back to jordan to stare at him suspiciously, "wait, this doesn't have anything to do with my grade and stuff, right? 'cause yer too late if that's the case; mr. tommy already pulled that shit the other day and i'm still failing history."shoulders shrugged, he threw his hands over as if he was lifting something into the air, "and if ya really wanna know, there was a squirrel outside so i was tryna knock it off the tree with a paper plane, but then i got distracted and forgot to ask for another test before ya suddenly said 'time's up.' but seriously, ya gotta agree that katy perry's always pretty distracting; just look at those tits man."JORDAN VIERRA ● 495 ● dude it's cool it's not like i'm super fast either weeps MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by JORDAN VIERRA on Aug 9, 2016 2:12:07 GMT
[attr="class","tpost"] | The moment Dean yelled, Jordan jumped high in the air and let out a yelp of surprise. What was going on!? Should he have crouched down and snuck around the other student like how Dean was? Maybe Dean was playing a game of Spy that Jordan was supposed to have figured out on his own. Unless he did something wrong? And what was it about Katy Perry? Pizza? Squirrel in a tree? All he asked was whether or not Dean wanted to share pizza, a simple yes or no answer. And was it wrong to order a medium pizza? He didn't want to order a large. It meant taking home leftovers, and while that was cool, he already had enough pizza leftovers at home! He didn't know such actions were sacrilege to true pizza lovers. Ahhh, Jordan was not expecting such a huge flurry of words in response! He was confused, but it was going to be okay. He would match Dean's ramblings... somehow. Waving his arms high in the air, Jordan began to speak.
"No, this has nothing to do with your grade!" He yelled. "All I wanted to know was if you wanted some pizza. But I don't want you to finish the whole thing because Mr. Vierra needs to eat too. Mr. Vierra also does not share your sentiments about Katy Perry. He thinks people of every size are good the way they are! If he had to be honest, he would love to meet Jack Black one day because School of Rock is one of his favorite movies."
Hopefully Jordan answered back correctly. Still, the thought that Dean didn't do the test was bothering. It wasn't a particularly difficult test. All the questions were multiple choice, so Dean had a one in four chance of getting something correct. And really with his current grades, anything good would help it. It was only the beginning of the year too. So the better the year started, the better it would end, right? As he continued brewing on the thought, the smell of pizza wafted through the air.
"It's here!" Jordan exclaimed as he vaulted himself over to the door. "Wait there! I'll be right back."
It was times like this he loved being stationed right near the entrance of the school. He could get his takeout faster than any class in the entire school. Still he felt slightly bad for the poor pizza girl. She probably didn't expect a 6'1 chemistry teacher to hop over the handrail of the staircase with his wallet in hand, but that how enthusiastic about his lunch and the prospect of possibly sparking Dean's excitement for learning! So after paying for his lunch and adding a nice tip for extra measure, he hurried back to his classroom excitedly with with the pizza in hand.
"Dean! I have an offer for you," he called as he marched into his room. "If you..."
He paused so as to add extra suspense.
"Do your test while we're eating lunch..."
He paused again.
"I will..."
One more time.
"Will let you have more than half of the pizza!"
Yep! Jordan was confident. This proposal certainly would convince Dean to take the test!!
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 11, 2016 5:42:21 GMT
▲ the ginger blinked rather stupidly at his chemistry teacher, "who's mr. vier-" he began though soon came to his realization. "why're you talking in third person? i mean that's cute but yer like, old." he stared. how old was he, anyway? nonetheless as soon as he got over that little hurdle, the rest of jordan's words suddenly seemed to make a bit more sense; eyes narrowed and brows furrowed, "i can't have the whole thing? but i'm still growing! what if i starve to death? i'd be the first guy to die this year and, like, wouldn't y'totally miss me once i'm gone, vinny?" he wailed aloud, smacking his hands on the teacher's desk a few times for emphasis. huffing, the seventeen-year-old brought his hands to either side of the desk before letting the majority of his weight fall backwards, "and who'd watch school of rock with you then, huh? i mean i would, but only when i'm not dead! 'cause i'm dean, not dead, get it?" as per usual, he laughed at his own joke but only to pause when a familiar smell drifted into the room, "the pizza!" he yelled, sprinting to the exit almost alongside of jordan. well, until he was told to 'wait,' anyway. "dammit! i hate waiting!" hands thrown up into the air, the ginger pushed his bottom lip up and practically rolled back to the desk. that was when he remembered that the stack of quizzes still remained exactly where they were; alright, change of plans! quickly, he pulled a random sheet from the stack as his other hand dug a pencil out of his pocket. he proceeded to replace the name at the top of the test paper with his own. with a snicker, he slipped it back into the pile and looked to the door as jordan returned. casually, he slipped his pencil back into his pocket, "are we makin' a bet? i'm good at those!" he said in response to the 'offer,' though was left to stare blinkingly at the teacher when said offer was finally on the plate (no kind-of-pun intended), "do i get the whole thing if i already have it finished?" dean asked as he turned back to the stack and rummaged through the pile. once he'd located his name, the ginger pulled that same sheet of paper back out and waltzed over to the chemistry teacher, "see? there ya go! i finished it just now!" he said with a wide grin, practically shoving the paper into jordan's face as his other hand attempted to snatch the pizza box out of his grip. sure, he'd said something about there being a squirrel outside and all but, it's not like he full on told the teacher about practically tossing his test out of the window. he wasn't the smartest kid in the class though he wasn't necessarily as dumb as many seemed to assume, either. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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