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Name: Keith Seong
Age: 18
Grade: Junior
Reason for ISS: Starting a fight
other information: Students reported Keith and another student in the parking lot shouting at one another. Keith swung first. Other student left with a broken arm and nose.
Name: Katherine Holt
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Reason for ISS: caught outside room after curfew. disrupting school property
other information: Katherine refuses to tell what she was planning to do with the four gallons of whipping cream and ten bags of green tea powder. Will ask Henry Garett.
Name: Henry Garett
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Reason for ISS: caught outside room after curfew. disrupting school property.
other information: when asked about whipping cream and green tea powder, Henry refused to comply. Bargaining for a lighter punishment didn't help. "Bros before hoes."(sic) Will try talking with Alejándro Hernández.
Name: Alejándro Hernández
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Reason for ISS: caught outside room after curfew. disrupting school property.
other information: DO NOT ask Alejándro anything!!!!
Shiro set the stack of papers down and groaned. ISS. In School Suspension.
Altea Academy didn't like to call it detention. It was "demeaning" and "promoted negative feedback". And In School Suspension didn't?
The four teens filed in an hour ago, Keith surprisingly being first to show and take a seat near the back. Now Shiro raised his head and looked at the group, all with their heads down, diligently working. All except...
"Keith, feet off the desk." the raven haired boy looked over, popping a bubble with his gum before making a show of sliding his legs to the side, his boots landing with a thud on the floor. "And get rid of your gum."
The boy huffed, rolling his eyes and chewed more. Shiro was about to tell him again, but Keith then made a show of swallowing. He opened his mouth, lolling out his tongue to show the gum was gone, black tongue ring glinting in the crappy fluorescent lights.
Charming.
"Gross." the brown haired boy spoke. Alejándro, or Lance as he heard the other two call him, scrunched up his face. "That shit is going to stay in your gut for seven years."
"Please watch your language." Shiro's words fell on deaf ears.
"That's just a myth," Katie said, tucking hair behind her ear. "it just won't dissolve in his stomach acid."
"So he'll just shit out a bubble. Gross."
"Language."
Henry seemed to be the only one quiet. Only one doing his work. Good, sweet, pure Henry.
"English." Henry spoke, not raising his head from his work to high-five both Katie and Lance.
Nevermind. They're all horrible.
This wasn't what Shiro had in mind when he became a Teacher's Assistant. He had dreams of becoming a teacher. Of teaching children and molding minds. Not watching a group of troublemakers in detention.
It wasn't even noon, yet, and Shiro needed a drink. (he could probably get one from a student... no. no don't think like that Shiro!)
"Get back to work. Keith, you too." the older man said, trying to keep himself calm.
"I'm already done." was his response, Keith holding up a couple sheets of paper, flashing it. "May I be excused to the bathroom?"
"No."
"But I gotta take a shit."
"You're not leaving, Keith. You should have used the bathroom before getting here."
"I didn't need to shit then."
Lord help him.
"You can not be excused, Keith."
"This is child endangerment." a pause. "This is homophobia!"
"Shiro is endangering a gay child!" Katie shouted, looking up, her hair falling in her face once more. "Lance! Did you hear that?"
"I did, indeed, Pidge!" Lance said, "A tragedy! Wouldn't you agree Hunk?"
"The absolute worst!" Henry tsked. "For shame, Mr. Shirogane."
They were all out to get him.
"Fine. Fine! You got five minutes, Keith!" Shiro said, rubbing his temples. He glared, seeing the boy hop up to his feet and saunter out the door backwards, saluting the other three teens in the class. "I'm counting!"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Shirogane sir!" Keith called out before the door closed behind him. Shiro saw him flip the bird but was too tired to really care. Could he now have the peace and quiet he desperately wanted?
"Mr. Shirogane, I too have to use the restroom!" Nope.
"You have to wait until Keith gets back." Shiro grumbled, looking towards Katie.
This would be a long day.
Keith did come back in time. Four minutes and fifty-six seconds later.
("I'm not late."
"Just sit back down.")
Then Lance started trying to beat Keith at finishing work. Why? Just... why?
And Keith? Keith didn't try to stop it, oh no! Keith seemed to revel in it! He'd shoot out words to Lance and Lance would quip back.
"How you doin', Lance?"
"I'm pretty fucking fantastic!"
(Shiro has given up on any kind of order in this room. there is only anarchy.)
"Yeah? What did you get for question twenty six?"
"You're on twenty six already?! Hijo de puta!"
"Will you two shut up? I can't think with your stupid pining asses yelling at each other."
"Rude, Pidge!"
"Mr. Shirogane, can I go to the vending machine? I want a candy bar!"
It's ten-thirty. Lord have mercy on Shiro.
One finally hit. The main lunches were over, and Shiro had the esteemed joy of taking his class to the lunch hall for their turn. They'd behave, right? Right???
"These sandwiches are gross." Lance grumbled, peeling one of his sandwiches in half. "Today was chicken fried steak day. Don't tell me the lunch ladies didn't make enough for us!"
"I think they used cardboard instead of meat." Henry spoke up, grumbling as he stabbed a spoon into his pudding cup.
Keith was silent as he picked out the cheese and pickles in his sandwiches, tossing the latter onto a napkin and shoved them to Katie, who accepted them greedily into her mouth.
"They should take into account that some students are lactose intolerant." she spoke around a mouthful of pickles. "Keith is only getting like a quarter of his food."
"That's not how fractions work, Katie."
"Fractions work however I tell them to work. Fractions are my bitch."
"Hey. Hey Keith!"
"What Lance?" the dark haired boy looked over, tearing off a bit of his sandwich and ate it. "You can't have my jello. I will fucking stab you."
"Would you be the denominator to my numerator?" the tan boy wiggled his eyebrows, causing the other two to snort into their foods. Keith looked unimpressed.
"Lance you're about as attractive as a math textbook."
"Well, whenever I open mine I always say fuck me so...."
"Jesus Christ."
"Superstar." Katie looked up, eyes wide. "Do you think you're what they say you are?"
Shiro wished he'd packed Vodka instead of water. He could have gotten away with it. Instead he buried his face in his hands as the four children began to sing.
Back in class, Shiro thought he'd seen it all. Until a paper airplane was airborne. "Henry."
"It's part of my class project." the boy said, already folding another. As he was, another plane was sent out.
"Lance." Another. And another. "Alright, stop."
"But we have to see who has the best paper airplane method!" Lance said, humming as he folded another.
"When I said you could sit quietly I didn't mean for you to make paper airplanes." Shiro frowned, "Now stop." Another flew, this one landing perfectly on his desk.
"I win." came a dull voice from the back.
"Keith!"
Five minutes after the last airplane was picked up and thrown away (Henry was incredibly distraught over not knowing how Keith folded his plane, Lance was just bitter that Keith's flew farther than his), Shiro raised his head. He heard it.
"What is that?" he asked, gritting his teeth.
"What's what?" Lance asked, the four teens looking up to him.
A beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"That!" Shiro said, waving his hand in the air.
"I don't ... what?" the children were now all looking around at each other.
"That beeping!!"
"What beeping?" Katie asked, frowning as she scrunched up her face. Shiro let out a noise and stood, making his way around the room when it stopped. He froze, looking around, though walked back to his desk. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just something from outside. Maybe...
Maybe it was starting back up as soon as he sat back down.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Up. Silence. Down. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"I know one of you is doing this." He said, leveling a look to the four teens. They all had straight faces, all looking at him with confusion.
"Doing what, Mr. Shirogane?" Katie asked, twirling her pen around her fingers. "We're doing our work."
"Yeah," Henry added, "are you feeling alright?"
"Maybe you should go to the nurse's office." Keith spoke up, popping another bubble. When did he put more gum in his mouth?!
"I'll watch over the class while you're gone." Lance chimed in at the end, smiling so purely, so innocently.
These little shits.
The beeping would continue for the next ten minutes. Shiro swore he still heard it for an hour.
There was a flash of movement. Shiro raised his head from his book, eyes narrowed. Everyone had their heads down, working. He looked over the four teens before letting his gaze drift back down.
Another movement. This time going the opposite way. Again, Shiro raised his head. Again, the children were working.
This time? This time Shiro moved his head but kept his gaze trained on the four. Katie folded the paper she was working on, not even looking up, and threw it over her shoulder where Keith caught it, effortlessly and unfolded it on top of his own work.
Sneaky little shits.
"Do not pass notes." Shiro said.
"We're not." all four chimed at once. Shiro kept his gaze, and saw as Keith crumple and throw the note to Lance this time, who smoothed the paper out on his leg before sliding it over his own work.
"I'm not blind. I can see you passing it."
"We're not passing notes." Katie said, even as Lance arched the paper over to Henry, who caught it and messily unfurled it.
"Just one." Lance said, humming as he worked, Hunk sliding the paper onto Katie's desk.
"Then stop passing that note." Shiro swore he could feel the grey hairs forming in his hair. That or it was a migraine.
"Fine." Katie said.
There was silence in the class, until Shiro heard a quiet giggle. He looked up and closed his eyes. "And get off your phones."
"It's either this or notes, Mr. Shirogane."
"How about you do your work and put your phones away before I confiscate them?"
"How about you fucking try old man?"
"Keith, you're already in ISS. Your attitude isn't going to get you out."
"Maybe I don't give a fuck?"
They went back to throwing notes at each other. Shiro didn't get back into his book.
Shiro didn't care. He didn't. He and the four teens spent the last thirty minutes of class watching the clock. All of them had turned in their works to be sent to their teachers. He wanted to go home, change into his sweatpants and have a strong, strong drink and watch reruns of Friends.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Why was it now they were behaved? They were quiet, packed away their things and sitting proper in their chairs. No one was on their phone. No one was even whispering to another.
When the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day they all stood, politely pushing in their chairs and filed out the door, swinging their bags onto their shoulders, beginning to talk with one another. Shiro sighed, rubbing his forehead as he gathered his own things, ready to leave.
Until he heard it.
"Goodbye, Mr. Shirogane!"
"Take care!"
"Later, dude."
"See you tomorrow!"
Tomorrow? Shiro looked to the stack of papers, pulling out the slips from before and read over them.
They all had a weeks worth of ISS.
Oh.
Oh no.