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Not too long ago my teacher PE teacher ran into my English class and told my english teacher that they were going to lunch together. It was more of a demand than anything. It just reminded me so much of Jellineck and Noblet that I decided that I had to write a fic and dedicate it to them.
Title: The Note...In The Pink Envelope...On His Desk. 1/?
Author: Me!
Rating: PG
Warnings: Umm...This could make you "friendly"
Summary: Noblet gets a note from his "friend"...he thinks.
Notes: For My English and PE teacher.
The first thing that Chuck Noblet noticed when he walked into his classroom after lunch was a pink envelope on his messy desk. He figured it was from his “friend”, Geoffrey. When he opened it and read some of the things enclosed in this letter, he began to doubt his first assumption. Geoffrey’s letters were always so romantic and sweet, but this letter in particular was…well let’s just say that it could give Ron Jeremy a run for his money. He quickly placed the note in his desk when the bell rang and his students began to file in. He glared at the kids as they took their seats. He hated all of his students equally. Well, there was one that he loathed with a passion.
“Hey faggot, what’s with the blush?” Speak of the devil. Jerri Blank stood in front of his desk looking smug.
“I’m not blushing. I’m a married man.” He said hoping it would throw her off track. “Take your seat or you’ll get The Hammer!” He growled before she could comment on his comment. Jerri took her seat and he began to teach his students about how Gandhi contracted Syphilis from a goat.
About halfway through his speech, Noblet caught Orlando staring into space at him. “Busted!” He yelled in Orlando’s face. “That’s a detention for not paying attention.”
“But…” Orlando started to protest, “I…”
“Not buts mister, after school for 45 minutes you’re mine.” A blush crept onto Orlando’s face and Chuck looked at him strangely. The lunch bell rang and the students shot up from their seats. “Ok, tomorrow we’ll be discussing how Charles Darwin got Syphilis from his cousin and how it helped in the disaster we call evolution.”
After all the students had gone, Chuck sat down at his desk and thought about the envelope. Maybe Geoffrey had grown some backbone. No, he knew just how much backbone that Geoffrey had and there was plenty. After 3 minutes of thinking and no conclusion, he decided to confront Geoffrey about the note.
Chuck ran all the way to the art room and almost fell over when he skidded to a halt. “Geoffrey!” He exclaimed, out of breath.
Geoffrey Jellineck looked up from his smiley face planner and smiled. “Hey Chuck! I thought you had to go over lesson plans today. Sandwich?” Geoffrey pulled a turkey sandwich out of nowhere and Chuck smirked at how innocent he was.
“Actually I came down here to ask you about that letter you wrote me. Since when did Geoffrey Jellineck have the courage to write something like that?” Geoffrey just stared at Chuck blankly.
“Huh?”
“The note…in the pink envelope…on my desk.” Chuck informed him, praying that it was his “friend” who wrote it.
“Um…Chuck, I didn’t write you any note. Why do you ask? Did you get one?” Geoffrey asked, completely oblivious to the fact that Chuck had just mentioned getting a note.
“No…there’s no note. Why would you think that? Well, I better go call my wife.” He made a hasty escape before Geoffrey said anything. He then decided to not tell Geoffrey about the note that doesn’t exist. A jealous Jellineck wasn’t a pleasant one.
When Chuck re entered his room there was an Orlando sitting on his desk fiddling with his pointer. Chuck cleared his throat and raised a brow. Orlando hopped of the desk and looked at his teacher suddenly nervous. “Well?” Chuck prompted. He just wanted to get back to figuring out whom the note was from.
“Mr. Noblet, did you get my letter?” Chuck Noblet froze.
“Letter?”
“The letter…in the pink envelope…on your desk.” That was about the time that Chuck Noblet learned that knowing nothing is better than knowing everything.
TBC…
Title: The Note...In The Pink Envelope...On His Desk. 1/?
Author: Me!
Rating: PG
Warnings: Umm...This could make you "friendly"
Summary: Noblet gets a note from his "friend"...he thinks.
Notes: For My English and PE teacher.
The first thing that Chuck Noblet noticed when he walked into his classroom after lunch was a pink envelope on his messy desk. He figured it was from his “friend”, Geoffrey. When he opened it and read some of the things enclosed in this letter, he began to doubt his first assumption. Geoffrey’s letters were always so romantic and sweet, but this letter in particular was…well let’s just say that it could give Ron Jeremy a run for his money. He quickly placed the note in his desk when the bell rang and his students began to file in. He glared at the kids as they took their seats. He hated all of his students equally. Well, there was one that he loathed with a passion.
“Hey faggot, what’s with the blush?” Speak of the devil. Jerri Blank stood in front of his desk looking smug.
“I’m not blushing. I’m a married man.” He said hoping it would throw her off track. “Take your seat or you’ll get The Hammer!” He growled before she could comment on his comment. Jerri took her seat and he began to teach his students about how Gandhi contracted Syphilis from a goat.
About halfway through his speech, Noblet caught Orlando staring into space at him. “Busted!” He yelled in Orlando’s face. “That’s a detention for not paying attention.”
“But…” Orlando started to protest, “I…”
“Not buts mister, after school for 45 minutes you’re mine.” A blush crept onto Orlando’s face and Chuck looked at him strangely. The lunch bell rang and the students shot up from their seats. “Ok, tomorrow we’ll be discussing how Charles Darwin got Syphilis from his cousin and how it helped in the disaster we call evolution.”
After all the students had gone, Chuck sat down at his desk and thought about the envelope. Maybe Geoffrey had grown some backbone. No, he knew just how much backbone that Geoffrey had and there was plenty. After 3 minutes of thinking and no conclusion, he decided to confront Geoffrey about the note.
Chuck ran all the way to the art room and almost fell over when he skidded to a halt. “Geoffrey!” He exclaimed, out of breath.
Geoffrey Jellineck looked up from his smiley face planner and smiled. “Hey Chuck! I thought you had to go over lesson plans today. Sandwich?” Geoffrey pulled a turkey sandwich out of nowhere and Chuck smirked at how innocent he was.
“Actually I came down here to ask you about that letter you wrote me. Since when did Geoffrey Jellineck have the courage to write something like that?” Geoffrey just stared at Chuck blankly.
“Huh?”
“The note…in the pink envelope…on my desk.” Chuck informed him, praying that it was his “friend” who wrote it.
“Um…Chuck, I didn’t write you any note. Why do you ask? Did you get one?” Geoffrey asked, completely oblivious to the fact that Chuck had just mentioned getting a note.
“No…there’s no note. Why would you think that? Well, I better go call my wife.” He made a hasty escape before Geoffrey said anything. He then decided to not tell Geoffrey about the note that doesn’t exist. A jealous Jellineck wasn’t a pleasant one.
When Chuck re entered his room there was an Orlando sitting on his desk fiddling with his pointer. Chuck cleared his throat and raised a brow. Orlando hopped of the desk and looked at his teacher suddenly nervous. “Well?” Chuck prompted. He just wanted to get back to figuring out whom the note was from.
“Mr. Noblet, did you get my letter?” Chuck Noblet froze.
“Letter?”
“The letter…in the pink envelope…on your desk.” That was about the time that Chuck Noblet learned that knowing nothing is better than knowing everything.
TBC…
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