School's Out (Brent and Andrew)

[andrew jason locke]

It was one of those times that Andrew figured he had probably head to class. Business wasn't all that important to him or anything, but he had to put down some elective. So business was his “whatever” answer. Maybe he could use it in finding Carter. Doubtful.
But he'd skipped it almost every other day this week, so actually going to it was necessary today. It was painful, entering the classroom full of kids who actually were concerned about their education, about graduating and then doing something with their lives. Andrew hadn't thought that far. It was all Carter in his brain, so a career? Laughable. It didn't really matter if he passed any of the classes, really, so long as he became more powerful and able to control his magic somewhere along the lines. Otherwise, his time here was pointless.
Luckily, the teacher wasn't all that boring. He had a sort of unprofessional attitude that Andrew enjoyed. Like he understood what it meant to be a student. Not that he understood what it meant to be Andrew, mind you, but it could be worse.
He forced himself to try to take a few notes and pay attention. If he did that, he could at least pass the test at the end and not have the teacher grouching at him too much.
He tried. He really did. But his head slowly lowered and his eyes slowly shut closed.
It was only at the bell that Andrew awoke with a start to find his classmates gone and the classroom empty, excepting himself, and the teacher.

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[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent had actually taken pity on the blonde guy in his class who looked like he was trying to get on with his work but ended up dozing off towards the end of the lesson. Brent could've pointed him out and embarrassed him in front of the whole class and had been sorely tempted by the idea, but held back in the end. Today he was in a relatively okay-ish mood, which had clearly been advantageous to the sleeping student.

The rest of the class had gone, leaving Mr Sleepyhead to his own devices. Brent thought that it was about time to intervene because he couldn't exactly leave him there - well, he could, but waking him up would be more entertaining. "Wakey, wakey! Brent called out in a sing sing voice before he poked the boy in the arm with a sharpened pencil, perhaps with more force than necessary.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Lookie, he's kind of being nice! ✘ Tagged: Andy!

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[andrew jason locke]

Waking up with a pencil in your arm is a lot more painful than one would initially think. Andrew would never consider himself weak, but he could admit to pain. Or at least, he face could. His features were momentarily all screwed up, which actually came off as more cute than pissed off.
”Dude,” he started, but then looked up to find his teacher as the poker. “Wait – wha?” It wasn't the most graceful response ever. But hey, the guy was immature enough to poke him with a pencil. So hey, he could get away with a bit of awkwardness.
”I...um...sorry, Mr. McKinney, I just kinda...uh...passed out...” he tried to cover. Not very cool.

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[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent looked down at his student with a raised eyebrow and the ghost of a smirk on his face. The guy wasn't exactly helping himself right now with his pathetic excuses and it was clear to see that Brent wasn't impressed in the slightest. "Found my class that gripping then, did you?" he forced the smirk off his face and full on glared at the boy instead.

So, maybe Brent was in a bit of a weird mood right now. He blamed his drinking habits. There was a high probability that he was kind of drunk right now. At least that made him more bearable than usual, sort of. That wasn't quite the case now though.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Lookie, he's kind of being nice! ✘ Tagged: Andy!

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[andrew jason locke]

Shit, now he'd pissed off the teacher. Damn, the guy was scary when he wanted to be. Well, fuck.
If anything, at least he could equal out the glare with an equally pointlessly rude glare back. But his was more of a childish sulk. Hey, he was the kid.
“I've seen worse, if that's what you mean,” He really didn't mean to be so rude. The guy was just fucking pissing him off. And he'd just woken up from an awesome nap to a pencil in the arm and an angry teacher. Didn't really help.
No, it wasn't really mature. But hey, at least he'd made it to the class, which was a hellava lot more effort than he could have put in, and the dude was glaring at him. So, yeah, he was pissed.

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[brent zachary mckinney]

Getting irritated further by the expression on the student's face, Brent moved slightly so he was leaning against his desk with both hands in order to tower over the guy since he was only sitting down. "Now, you listen here, kiddo. I got off my arse to plan and deliver this lesson Therefore, I think I have the right to be pissed off when some little shit like you 'passes out' during it. So don't you go thinking you've an excuse to be getting annoyed here 'cause I won't tolerate your rudeness." he hissed venomously, not bothering to watch his language.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Lookie, he's kind of being nice! ✘ Tagged: Andy!

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[andrew jason locke]

Andrew was never the type to be irritated or intimidated. However, at the moment, he was both.
Teacher or not, the guy was scary as shit. Having anyone directly overhead, who's phsically larger than you, has power over you, and actually has powers that are almost guarenteed to be better than yours, who's really mad at you, tends to psych a person out. And Andrew would never admit it, but his small structure was at a great disadvantage here.
But it really just pissed him off, which was weird. He was always known for his positive attitude, the way he could just shrug off anything. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the guy was obstructing his freedom. Or maybe it was just his face. Either way, Andrew quite certainly hated him. And all that accumulated to him slightly blowing up.
“Yeah, well, I didn't have to show up at your stupid class either. I mean, really? Business? Who the fuck needs that?” It was probably really dumb. But he didn't regret it. Yet.

[brent zachary mckinney]

Oh. Oh. Was this guy really looking for an argument right now? Because, if that was the case, then Brent was totally up for that. The only person that was allowed to go around insulting his class was himself, nobody else could because it wasn't theirs now, was it?

"Well, you, obviously. Otherwise this class wouldn't be available." Brent pointed out, his glare not moving from the student's face. There was to be no burning here. None at all. (He hoped.)

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Lookie, he's kind of being nice! ✘ Tagged: Andy!

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[andrew jason locke]

Wow, was his teacher was actually being sassy? Surprising, as Andrew thought he would've flipped his lid by now. He was almost jealous, momentarily, on how well the guy was managing his anger. He'd heard something about how he was a fire faerie, or something, and the rumors about fire faeries...they were dangerous. If Andrew had any sense at all, he would stop pushing the guy.

But no, he was too pissed to be intelligent right now. “Well, sorry to bust your bubble, buddy, but I don't need it.” As he spoke, he pushed his chair back and stood up, matching the man's eyeline, or as close as he could. “Now, if you could teach me to become, say, a super-powerful socerer to help me find my best friend, then sure, your class would be wonderful. But, hey, as it is, I don't think so.” Andrew's face was contorted into a frustrated, sarcastic smile. He was on the Carter Track now, so there was no stopping him.

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[brent zachary mckinney]

It was probably a bad thing that Brent got a kick out of seeing the kid so wound up. This was much more satisfying than simply making a fool out of him in front of the entire class. Without anybody else being around to witness the scene, Brent was free to be far more unpleasant than he would be when in front of a group of pupils. The hybrid could hardly believe this. The guy was hardly building up a great side to his argument. Brent very nearly laughed when he said that he'd lost his best friend. This was a fucking business studies class. What the hell was he expecting Brent to do?

"Frankly, I'm a little embarrassed that I even need to spell this out to you, kid. But if you wanna learn about sorcery, you should try paying attention in your supernatural classes." Brent spat, clenching his jaw, "And maybe if you weren't such an ignorant little twit, you wouldn't have to look for your friend in the first place."

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Lookie, he's kind of being nice! ✘ Tagged: Andy!

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