by Kenovay
JC shakes his head, going straight to the coffee machine. "Probably not. Hit me, baby."
"One more time," finishes Justin, not looking up from the papers he's marking.
"Apparently, you announced to one of your classes that you were gay."
JC takes a gulp from his mug and looks up at the ceiling in supplication. "And the fact that I'm getting married in a month hasn't hit the little brats?"
Lance snorts from the sofa. "When you come into school in pink trousers, you've got to be ready for those sorts of rumours."
"Pink's very heterosexual," JC says, his face deadpan.
Chris nods soothingly. "Very heterosexual. Yes."
Joey claps JC's shoulder. "Still, at least this will maybe eclipse those rumours that your eyelashes are false."
"Fat chance." Justin glances up and takes a sip from his own coffee. "Those've been going since� probably since the school was founded."
"Since 1965?" JC drinks from his mug.
"How're the wedding plans going, anyway?" Lance puts the textbook he had been flicking through onto the coffee table beside him.
JC shrugs. "More Brit's department. Fine, I think. She hasn't told me it's off yet, anyway." He winces as he glances at the plastic clock on the wall. "Chris, Music Department meeting, isn't it?"
Chris waves a hand airily. "Could be, could be."
"Chris, oh most respected Head of Department, you kind of have to be there."
"Yeah." Chris pulls himself out of his chair, steals Justin's pencil, and walks off, following JC and chewing the end. Justin's mouth rounds into an 'O' of annoyance.
"Bastard," he mutters. Joey laughs.
Lance picks up his textbook again. "How the hell do I impart the principles of photosynthesis to a class of Year 10s?" His feet, dangling over the edge of the chair, kick in the air.
"The same way you did it last year?" Justin scores through an entire page in red pen and writes something emphatic in block capitals next to it.
"Last year, I sent a boy to sleep."
"You're lucky it was only bloody one."
Lance looks up. "Being a Maths teacher is a bit� embittering, isn't it?"
Justin raises two fingers, but then drops his head into his hands and groans. "Soul-scarring, when you find things like this," he mumbles.
"What've they done?" Joey is grinning.
"Plotted the cumulative frequency graph with the points on the midpoint instead of the upper boundaries."
Lance pats his shoulder comfortingly. "Who'd be a teacher?"
"Idiots." Joey says firmly.
