First Update! Woo.

I'm lame.

This is just a sort of intro chapter, nothing too dramatic... yet.

Hope you enjoy.

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"That's it for today. Homework on my desk. And guys, remember the test next week."

Groans. Groans everywhere.

They slowly filtered out of the room. Mitch pushed himself up from his seat and started to clean the mess his class had just made.

Teenagers.

Mitch- or Mr.Grassi to his students- was head of the Drama department in a high school which, according to Mitch, was the most successful department in the whole school.

Some of the other teachers disagreed, of course, but none more than Avi.

Avi, aka Mr.Kaplan, was head of the Music department which, in his opinion, was way better than Mr Grassi's.

Mitch hated Avi. Like really hated him.

He hated his smug grin and cocky attitude. He hated that he was always taunting him. Always trying to piss him off at every opportunity.

Avi didn't think much more of Mitch.

He thought he was stuck up and pretentious. He hated his pessimism and basically his whole personality.

The whole faculty knew of their opinions on each other. It wasn't ever talked about openly, many didn't want to start anymore arguments, but all teachers knew.

Mr.Hoying especially.

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"He's just so annoying. Do you know what he did yesterday?"

Scott sighed and sat back on the sofa.

"What?" He asked reluctantly, knowing Mitch was going to rant at him for hours again.

"He took three of my best kids out of rehearsals."

Mitch took a sip of his totally-not-alcoholic drink.

"Do you want to know why?"

Scott knew he would tell him anyway but still replied. "Why?"

Mitch puffed out his chest and made a stupid face, he was pretending to be Avi.

"Because 'they had to practice something more important than some silly play'."

Mitch scoffed and took a larger sip of his drink.

"He can't just go taking my kids whenever he wants."

Mitch looked down into his now empty cup, frowning at the memory of Avi's dumb face.

"And it's not just some silly play, it's important."

Scott choked a little on his drink.

"What?" Mitch snapped.

"Well. It's not that important, Mitchie, it is only drama."

Scott realised he shouldn't have said anything when he received this scarily intense stare.

"Drama is way more important than maths. Everyone can count but not everyone can act."

Scott didn't really appreciate Mitch's criticism of his subject but didn't want to start an argument so changed the topic.

"Anyways. What's this I hear about you and Mr.Wright?"

Mitch blushed at his words.

Scott had heard some rumours about the two teachers in the supply cupboard earlier that day and wanted details.

"Oh my god, nothing is going on between us. Travis is just a little flirty, that's all."

Scott knew he had embarrassed him when Mitch took his phone out and scrolled randomly through his apps.

"So you didn't give him a blow job in that dusty closest by the lunch hall?"

Mitch couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was insulting. It was disgusting. It was...mostly true.

"No! Who do you take me for?..."

Scott looked a little disappointed.

"...He gave me one."

Both soon burst into tears from laughing so hard.

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"Sir! Sir? Sir!"

If these kids didn't shut their mouths soon he was going to lose it.

"What?"

Avi looked up from his paper work with his chin resting on his hand.

"Why couldn't we pick our own groups?"

Some kid with a neon green vest top and matching Nike shoes asked from across the room. Sighing, Avi looked back down at the papers in front of him.

"Because I said so."

He smirked to himself as he heard the kid grumble and turn back to his group.

"Sir?"

Another one? What the hell did this one want?

"Do we have to sing? Like, in front of people 'cause that's so unfair."

It was a girl this time with pink clothes that clashed terribly with her orange skin. He vaguely remembered her name from his 'whiny and sulky' list he'd made.

"Jessica, this is music. You were warned about these performances when you started the year."

Avi turned over yet another half-assed, night-before homework sheet. It reminded him of his high school days.

"Still not fair."

She was going to the top of his list at that point.

"Life's not fair, Jess. You'll learn that very soon."

She finally went back to working so Avi went back to marking.

Being a music teacher was something Avi had always dreamed of. His first ambition was to become a crazily successful and stunningly beautiful musician with cool hair and billions of dollars but, you know, a music teacher was good too.

He didn't hate his job, just really really disliked it.

There were some moments that reminded him of why he wanted to be a teacher so badly and how much influence he had on the next generation and there were some moments where he would literally lose all faith in humanity.

Those moments usually involved Brandon.