History/Pole Dancing Class

[Mr. Seran]

So as pole dancing History class began it'd seem as though there was no one to be found in the classroom, yet again the Dean of the school had found his way to disregard the respectable mannerisms of the school grounds for that matter he was late, yup he wasn't the type of character to stick to regimented schedules or events and even as a teacher he was pretty odd..... to say the least.

As he stood in the teachers lounge sipping over his coffee with a thoughtful expression he manage to eye his list of students. Yes these were the trouble making sort, only two girls meant this was seriously going to be a sausage feast which clearly put that pensive look on his face. Damn.

Stroking his beard Thierry went to work plotting his maniacal plan in order to turning this around only coming up with one solution....

GET MORE COFFEE!

*slurp*

As the cup emptied out he pondered some more before realizing he was a good ten minutes late. Grinning to himself he'd strike back grabbing another cup of coffee and departing for class, as he did so he'd notice the students already in there. So maybe they were good kids.... but that was up to interpretation.

"Sit down and open text books to page 359," Turning his back Thierry would face the white board writing away some large picture, bubbles here bubbles there all conjoining to one huge chart.

"Todays lesson is about the reign of Charlemagne." With a quick snicker Durand would laugh at his own little rhyme, "And If I feel like it I'll some how incorporate Communist China."

He'd sneer with his back turned expecting no one would catch that they had absolutely nothing to do with one another.

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1. Phoenix - Technology class?
2. Adam - Pole Dancing
3. Guy - I 2nd the Pole Dancing, how about Shop class.
4. Roy- Culinary arts.
5. Brian- My vote also goes to Pole Dancing.
6. Jack - Analyzing female pole dancers/strippers.
7. Jayr - Womens' Studies
8. Kazuya - History
9. Kevala - Hmm....gonna go with Philosophy. Because I can.
10.

[Jayr Byrne]

First one in the door

Today just as any other before it was precluded by the ordinary shower and relaxing morning, be that shifted between scarfing down what was left of the bacon in the house or munching at the corners of toast Alexi left out for her. Jayr would give a calm and contemplative smile taking on the early morning meal with little more than a shrug and out of focused vision as she looked onward over the horizon of the cascading table finding the notion to turn on the tv to an episode of 'Angel' that they still had running at this time in the morning.

With a general shrug she'd take the storyline quickly becoming fascinated with the early form of the love tale of a vampire with humans of course this was stemming off of the Dracula storyline rather than the ridiculous and often idiotic Twilight series that made her facepalm while at the same time drooling over the bod of a few guys most notably Taylor Lautner whom actually worked for his bod.

Soon enough however Jayr found herself trekking into the classroom taking a second to break from her dreary morning daze to acknowledge the fact that now she was in an empty room facing little more than the empty space to herself. Great. To make herself look busy Jayr would shuffle through papers randomly acting as though she had more to do that watch the oncoming people make their appearances.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Kazuya walked down the hallway, holding his book bag underneath his right arm, his other hand in the pocket of his track pants, and his headphones hanging around his neck. Once he reached the classroom, he walked in, only to stop dead in his tracks in the doorway. No teacher and the only other occupant of the room wasn't exactly a face he was ecstatic to see, Jayr. Um... what? Casually shrugging his shoulders and taking it in stride, he walked into the classroom, seemingly glaring at her with his fierce hawk eyes, even though he really wasn't at all, as he headed towards the two rows of desk/seat combination located in the middle, in front of the teacher's desk, and sat down in the third seat in the left row. He pulled out his binder and pencil bag and placed them on top of the desk, and placed his book bag down on the ground before leaning back in his chair, as he casually shoved his hands into his pockets once again as he stared out the window, he wasn't paying attention to anything else around him.

He yawned, looked at the clock, and resumed staring out the window. If only he knew what he had gotten himself into, signing up for this class, and more so, the teacher that taught it. Although Kazuya had signed up for the last History class, it had ended on a quick note, so he still didn't know the teacher... yet. Once everyone had arrived, Kazuya would open his textbook to the page as the teacher wrote on the white board, drawing out a giant chart once he had finished and told them what they were going to do, snickering at his rhyme. "..." Charlemagne and for some reason, Communist China. And they went together... how? Forget about it, he wasn't going to bother to ask, and based on the sneer the teacher let out with his back facing them, he wouldn't answer it anyways, so instead, Kazuya began to read the material before they moved on... to whatever they were going to be doing.

[Adam Silver]

LET THE POLE DANCING BEGIN!

Coincidentally Adam had fallen asleep at a strip club. Of course he wasn't allowed in there being for starters underage and secondly how did one fall asleep in a strip joint? well thats an interesting story, one interesting enough to be replayed in this very section so you see there once was a young prince who had too much time on his and and too little money. Walking into the forest of candy cane's and alcoholic beverages Adam would frolic with little more than $29.99 in his pocket, sure that was a decent amount of money for a high schoolers money but the fact was this was the big leagues.

In the Candy cane forest mystical Nymph dancers shimmied against the poles distracting his gaze for attention enough so that his very own candy cane was satisfied with ample sugar to feed the forest for nights on end.

"Hey honey want a lap dance?" The Queen Nymph would summon to him as he thrust a handful of scattered bills finding it not to her satisfaction as she pointed to what looked like a troll.

With his hand outstretched his Troll-Nymph dancer would crush him without the slightest of effort thus pressurizing the blood flow into his arms numbing him off into a dazed sleep. Upon waking he was jabbed repeatedly under the eye with the back side of a broomstick giving him a bit of a shiner to wear into class. And that was the exciting tale of Adam's Fairytale afternoon.

Entering in the class he was however unashamed that for one his zipper was down and two he had a free shirt from the strip joint becoming a member of the lap club. With a masterful grin he'd take pride in stealing away the only girl in the room and paying no mind to emo boy up front.

"Heeeeeeeyyyyy Bay-Bay." He'd subjugate her to his elongated word patterns smiling widely for the time being.

[Ceraphine Davis]

How did she keep landing in these classes with the headmaster of the school? The guy was insane, at least he appeared to be and though she knew that there was probably more to him than that, she knew what she saw most and that made her roll her eyes on a regular basis.

Yawning softly as she pushed open the doors to the school and stepped inside, that wave of nausea hit her almost instantly. She hated being in this place and honestly all parts of her told her to stay away, but she was not about to leave the students here to fend for themselves against that.....THING that had done so much damage to her.

Problem was, she could not get ahold of any of her pillars to inform them. Which was slowly starting to piss her off. It was not a matter she would discuss in class, and at this point she was done being the one to go looking for them. She had left plenty of messages and such, so either they would contact her or she would simply have to take matters into her own hands.

Dressed in a pair of blue jean shorts and a white t-shirt she would pull her hair back into a lose ponytail as she made her way down the hallway, pushing her sunglasses up on top of her head.

Stepping into the classroom, she of course spotted Kazuya, giving him a less than pleased glance before noting the rest of the people in the room.

At least she knew them, which was a good thing. Though honestly she could care less at the moment.

Moving to the back of the room she would take a seat in the far right corner, sliding her bag onto the ground and then leaning back.

Once everyone was there, and the teacher had spoken she would open her book as asked and run her finger over the page, simply scanning the material before her as she waited.

[Guy Nottingham]

Guy hadn't been going to class in awhile and he knew that any more time absent and he was sure to get kicked out, oh yea thats right he forgot that since council rulings that there was no way students could get kicked out of school. Suddenly laughing to himself in a dexterous nature taking nothing more to heart than his own pride which was limited at best he'd manage skipping jovially towards the computer lab being stopped short watching the teacher make his approach to the class. Thats right, a mental fart in his noodle spasmed reverting back to the class sign ups noting that the dean was heading this one. A quick shudder as fear sent him sprinting for the classroom bolting past the teacher and slamming the door shut behind him. With a taut grip he'd hold onto the door as though Mr. Durand was a Zombie before looking round the room at no doubt stares before skipping up the row towards Kevala with a grand smile.

"Uhhhh I've totally not been ditching class for the past week......at all." Yeahhh she'd never suspect him.

Looking down at his palm he'd noticed that Guy had taken the handle clear off the door in his retreat attempts to get to this seat and the sweat had permeated a sealing grip to his hand forcefully. Through many attempts he'd try shaking it free finding no such release.

[Jack]

Jack walked through the door of his history class, for what ever reason (sorry Guy I couldn't exactly make sense of your post) the door wouldn't open. Jack would take a step back looking at the door his eyes narrowing, he would knock politely. But when he received no answer, he was stunned, thinking about what the best course of action was he decided the only practical way to go about this was the removal of the annoying obstacle.

Three sharp blows to the door would be heard before a long awkward pause, taking a deep breath of air in he would concentrate all his energy to his right fist as he was sent through the door, aimed for just above the door handle. Retrieving his hand he would take up his stance again, his left foot would be out in front, while his left hand would be aimed at the door. He would raise hie right foot into the air as he came to full stretch, pinching his shoudler blades before launching his fist forward once more, breaking the lock clean from the door. Jack would push the door forward before casually walking into the room, his hand hand bleeding from a splinter that he received.

He would stare around at those who occupied the room, "What? I knocked first."

Jack would say as he moved down the rows finding a seat near Kevala, yet not next. Placing his laptop on the desk before stretching out, giving a quiet yet big yawn as he got comfortable.

[Mr. Seran]

Mr. Thierry Durand was a bit surprised, he remembered from his earlier class session his students were alot more lively, in fact he could swear that the love birds could hardly be told apart, not to mention they were late to his class but now they were more or less all on time and emo. How he hated the emo kids. His brow furrowed in an angry demeanor being reminded of his visits to Japan watching the emo flip Asian kids prancing about to their version of rock music. Then he remembered getting on stage and punching one out for no other reason than he could. What he couldn't remember was how long he was imprisoned for that act, only the sweat smell of victory.

Somehow in the midst of his day dreams Thierry had pulled forth a cigarette into his hands and was now smoking it as it lit up without concern for the students or even the very courtesy to open a window. That bastard, coding violations atop of being an inconsiderate asshole. Shame.

*Knock Knock*

"Who's there?" Thierry would say in an all too jovial tone coming off a bit creepy.

*KerKrash!*

"What? I knocked first."

There was the not-emo kid. At least that was the first thought and the slight warmth it brought him that he wouldn't have to be all alone in a room full of emo kids. However the only notable surface on his face would be a frown. Now to crush his spirits.

As Jack turned to his seat with no attention facing Thierry or so he would assume considering the kid was A. In class, and B. Probably had never had a teacher scold him in the middle of the class like a child, the odds were in Thierry's favor. His hand would reach out grabbing into his hair and jerking him back just as he'd pulled out his laptop no doubt the shock itself forcing him to drop it on the floor damaging its encasing as it crashed. A smug grin on Thierry's features as he dragged the boy over towards the door first.

"So Mr. O'Conner, You'll be serving detention with me for the next month until this door is fixed."

Another sharp yank as he'd pull Jack back in reverse towards his desk before shoving his torso into the framework of his desk. All the while Thierry would be behind Jack not allowing for his arms or hips to pivot to act defensively, if he cooperated the scolding would be minute, if he struggled or planned an offensive Thierry was keen on breaking something. Like his dick.

Out of apparently nowhere, which was codeword for Thierry's sleeve a three foot long ruler would be extending from his hand and would swiftly move in a striking movement cracking across Jack's ass roughly like Thierry would do to a schoolgirl.....

One...

...Two..

...Three.

Thierry would release his grip and walk back around his desk almost as though nothing happened, no sign of apparent pleasure in doing so nor humor in his eyes as he stared back at Jack with little pity and would nod as though they'd gone through something not to be spoken on.

"If you would return to your seat..." Mr. Durand's tone threatening as his grip on the ruler tightened.

"Now class, Who can tell me who and what this Charlemagne was? Points to not reading off your textbook."

A swift crack of the ruler on the desk as he pointed it at the Asian kid, "You there can't answer!"

Asian kids knew everything -.-

[Brian Andeste]

"Do you mean the woman, the God, the city or the King?"

Brians voice would sound from the back, among the noiseless and seemingly unimportant students. He had arrived far earlier than everyone else, being only the third one to enter the classroom. He did so without any bravod, without much ado. He simply walked in and took a seat. Most students felt that the losers sat in the back, the nerds sat in the front, and the cool guys sat somewhere in the middle. Brian didn't put that much emphasis on it- he just took the place because it was quietest. He shrugged. He guessed he could probably just go with the most well known of the Charlemagnes, which would happen to be the king.

"The king of the Franks, Charlemagne was eventually emperor of the Romans by the year 800. He fought a vast amount of wars, and was even recognized greatly by the pope. He died at age 72, and is probably one of the most recognizable figures of Frankish and european history, as least of the age and time frame."

He probably sounded like a know it all, but then again, if you don't want the answer to a question, why ask it, right? He looked around a moment before staring back up and the teacher in question, wondering if it was, perhaps, his turn to be attacked by the apparently crazy history professor.

[Talon Green]

Talon had been a little late for sign ups for this class, mostly due to the fact that he had to bribe one of the women in the office to let him see the sign up sheet before he would commit to putting his name on it. Just as he had hoped though, that one name he had been looking for was written there in slightly smudged black ink. So, at the last minute he had added his name to the list.

Now, here it was the day of the class and he was running late, but then that was due to the fact he had to wait for something to be delivered to his home before he could dare step foot into this classroom. A gift of sorts, one which he had put much thought behind for a reason that some may find a bit silly.

Yet in his mind, it was simply a gesture, nothing more and nothing less. Now, here he was, pushing the door open to the class and stepping inside. He was dressed fairly normal, though some could say the "rich boy" status he was so typically classified as still shown through.

Not that it mattered. He had more important things on his mind as he moved to place the tardy excuse upon the teacher's desk. Another good excuse had helped him earn that little slip of paper, and good thing to, because just about the time the paper hit the table his emerald hues fell upon that face he had pretty much memorized over the past few weeks. Little miss Jayr Byrne. Sure, he had never officially met her, only seen her in the halls, or prancing about in that delicious little cheerleading outfit. Hell there was not much that girl wore that did not make this boy's heart pick up a knotch or two.

Today was no exception, everything about her breathed beauty. From the way her hair fell softly about her delicate features, to the way her lips held that almost constant little pursed look upon them. It was enough to make any man with a heartbeat lick his lips with desire and want.

But unlike some, who went about their ploys for a woman's attention through cheesy pick up lines and other not so tactful methods, Talon had a more, direct and rather expensive approach.

Nodding once toward Mr. Durand in an apologetic manner for being late, he would slowly slip through the seats of students, his hand reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket to pull free a long, velvet box just as he approached her desk. That handsome grin turning upward on his lips as he bent down so that he could speak softly beside her ear, a breath of of her intoxicating scent filling his senses and sending a tingling sensation through his entire body.

"G'day beautiful. I was never one for secret admirers, so I thought it best to let you know that your beauty captivated me from the moment I saw you and I admire the fire that you have in your convictions."

That Australian accent rolling smoothly off his tongue as he slid the box onto her desk, clearly holding a gift for her within it.

"Consider this a token of my appreciation for being able to look upon such beauty day after day."

With that he would rise to stand, tugging the ends of his jacket to straighten it out before moving to take a seat a few desks back from her. He never pretended to be the best player in the game, and he was sure she had heard many lines and many different excuses for men to speak to her, but he was genuine in his remarks. He simply had wished to get her something to accentuate the natural beauty she already held.

With that he turned his full attention to the class at hand, slouching slightly in his desk as he seemed to have turned his attention away from her for now. No need to go failing and looking like some kind of looser after trying to impress her in such a way.

However he was watchful from the corner of his eye, waiting for her to open the box, which would hold a single slip of paper within it along with her gift.

Talon Nicholas Green 468-271-0932

Well, he had to give her a name to go along with the gift, and what would it hurt to add his number in there as well? Maybe he would get lucky and she would do him the honor of a call one evening. A boy could always hope.

[Jayr Byrne]

Class and all its annoying issues.

Jayr looked around at the class idly, of course she was left with no one else to sort of girl talk or anything she had to rely on her lonesome. Even with Kevala in here she knew well enough not to step on such a turf.

"Heeeeeeeyyyyy Bay-Bay."

Her cerulean eyes turning up to see the Adam guy she'd beaten up in the club, he still hadn't gotten the message apparently. A growl and she'd stand up quickly smacking him clear across the face roughly. If he hadn't moved she could hope for tears in his eyes.

"Get lost."

A muttering tone as she'd turn forward again scribbling death threats into crumpled work books, she was hardly even cognitive of the fight going on until she noticed Jack bent over and the teacher spanking him with the flat side of the ruler. A small giggle emerging as she'd recline in her chair trying to appear incognito and not be picked out as the next student deemed to earn such foul omens.


"Now class, Who can tell me who and what this Charlemagne was? Points to not reading off your textbook."

Jayr knew well enough, her interpretation was of course the king of France who had reigned over most of Europe for a time predating Napoleon but of course after the boy Brian spoke up she hesitated to answer biting at her lip and tapping a pencil at her table thoughtfully. If he was wrong or the teacher thought to discipline him Jayr would reply with what she thought to be the correct answer, then again maybe not so much.

"G'day beautiful."

Jayr's eyes would turn upwards towards the fairly attractive young man there before her with doe eyes of innocence and somewhat shock. A hand moving to her chest to catch her breath before allowing for him to continue but more so for her to catch up.

"I was never one for secret admirers, so I thought it best to let you know that your beauty captivated me from the moment I saw you and I admire the fire that you have in your convictions."

"Um I don't know what to say..."

"Consider this a token of my appreciation for being able to look upon such beauty day after day."

She'd hold a gaze for a moment watching the boy retreat away somewhat caught in a moment of bashfulness and that of a girl suffering a stalker approaching.

Turning down to look at the gift she found the diamonds inside and nearly gasped, they'd taken her breath away a harsh hoarse voice following after as she wondered their cost. Definitely expensive tastes. And then the number inside.

Did he think her a booty call? Someone you could just drop a number on and get them to find you. Not quite. Of course the gesture was nice enough but she was a picky one, you had to present it all on the table each and every day.

Turning forward Jayr would regain her attention towards the class, slowly slipping the boxed jewlery into her backpack. Finders keepers.

[Jack]

Jack gave the teacher no further attention, as none was required nor deserved. Thierry's assumptions were more or less correct, A, yes he was in class but he was in #774's class the teachers here were half if not a quarter of those within #552's walls both physically(assuming here) and their mentality. Also in Thierry's favor was the fact that he had never been scolded by a teacher at #774 and nothing gave him the impression that he would ever be. Jack had been cocky, this arrogance of him allowed Mr Durad to sneak up on him. As Jack was taking his laptop bag off his shoulder to place onto his desk he bent his head down, naturally looking downward. Suddenly he would feel a grip on his shirt collar and a great force pulling him backward. He felt himself be dragged across the room, desks and students were displaced in the process/

"So Mr. O'Conner, You'll be serving detention with me for the next month until this door is fixed."

"It's O'ConnOR O-R you fucking twat!"

Another sharp yank and Jack's body was thrust into the desk, the desk itself was slammed against the wall by the weight and the force that was produced by the two men. Jack's hand pushed against the desk, his body deliberately covering the contents of the desk, his hand would move quick, picking up a pair of sharp scissors in a reserve grip, not yet moving, not quite yet, his time will come. Considering the size of Jack and the angle at which Durad was at, It was next to impossible for the dean to see what Jack had really grabbed. Instead it appeared that he simply had braced himself against the desk. Jack would not resist, instead he would give off feeble attempt of escape to not do so would raise suspicion. Three sharp blows would be dealt to his backside none would hurt, it was a wooden ruler, if Durad really got into it, it would have shattered upon contact with his glutes and thus rendered the whole this useless.

As Thierry released Jack from his grip, he would slowly begin to turn around, head first, locating where hie target would be, when it came to knives and weapons he was a specialist. Durad could no longer simply walk around his desk he would have to move it, Jack would suddenly spin around. His hands would be in close, shooting out passed Durad's body (due to arm length) he would circle his make shift knife out and around. Aiming to slam into the back of his neck and rip through. Regardless of whether or not he had hit Durad he would pull his hand back, simultaneously he would launch his left arm out aiming to palm and push Durad away from him, moving away, circling to his left so he was closer to the door. Jack would take up a semi boxing/Muay Thai stance. His right hand (the one with the scissors) up against his cheek. The look in Jack's eyes telling Durad that, that last shot was meant to kill him.

"Heh... see I would have been more then happy serving detention with you sweetheart but then you had to go on and be all abusive... haven't you learned anything from the Bobbitt scandal? Abusive relationships and knives don't end well."

[Mr. Seran]

This class was quite humorous above all things, the students for one thing entertaining him far more than anything else, where Thierry had been amused by their actions it seems as though a few had taken his antics to heart and would potentially throw a cry baby fit. Though he didn't expect as much in class. Shifting his back turned towards Jack on the reversal he knew well enough what the weight of a grip felt like as he released his grip, however the problem was Thierry didn't keep sharp objects in his desk. No he'd learned well enough from teaching a college class that sharp objects were a no-no.

*Thwap*

Hitting at his back would come a stapler, an awkward shrug as Thierry would turn back at Jack looking as though he was really that stupid. Interesting no doubt but probably needed to refresh himself on what a weapon was like and more pressing so how to understand the contents of a Dean's desk which was otherwise scattered onto the floor.

Little scribbles of nudie flix he'd been watching the night prior and assorted plastic booze bottles, the cheap stuff seeing as Thierry wasn't an extreme connoisseur.

"As I said O'ConnOR, back to your seat." His tone held a mocking sort of chuckle to it.

Kids these days always filled with such ridiculous schemes in their heads like violence or splattering a foe with a random weapon, couldn't they just sit down and learn something. Bling! The idea sparking in his head. Thats right he was going to teach these kids something.

Scurrying back to his desk like a child his ADD he'd completely ignore the cute pose Jack was striking in defiance and would move about his desk pulling it free from the wall with an excitable appearance to himself.

Pulling free a smashed piece of chalk that'd interceded with the desk Theirry quickly crossed out the History class lesson and wrote Psychology in its place.

"Excellent analysis Brian, ten points to Gryffindor!" Thierry would signal him with the shattered part of his ruler with a giddy smile once again turning his gaze to Jack assuming he hadn't sat down just yet. However if he persisted in being a nuisance he'd become the first rat in the maze which Thierry was quite looking forward to.

"Hey... you Pervert in the back!" He'd call towards the boy who was courting the little princess with something unseen probably a trinket or his penis, either very likely scenarios after what'd been displayed here before.

"If you would be so kind as to come to the front."

Thierry would pull free a little play thing from his coat, he didn't exactly carry it around always, okay that might've been something of a lie but here it was.

"Oh and you two Brian, this is how we shall test the human mind."

[Kazuya Hikari]

Kazuya rolled his eyes as the guy that had entered in after him try to hit on Jayr, only to end up failing epically... and earning a growl from her and a slap to the face. EPIC.FAIL. He then saw from the corner of his eye Kevala come in, giving him a less than pleased glance, and he knew why. His cellphone had been turned off for last couple days, since the battery had run out and he had been forced to recharge it. Only this morning, when his phone was finally fully charged and he had turned it on, did he see the mountain of messages Kevala had sent him, asking him to contact her. He literally palmed his face when he saw them, talk about the best time for his cellphone to have died on him. Returning to reading the textbook, the sound of running followed by a loud slam made him look up as he saw the source of the noise, who else would it be... Guy. And the little dude managed to rip the handle of the door off cleanly for however reason possible in his attempts to get to his seat. Kazuya really had to resist the urge to palm his own face from this one. He then heard the sound of knocking, as the teacher, who had pulled out a cigarette and was now smoking away happily, answered in a jovial tone that, if this was anime, would cause a sweat drop to appear on the back of Kazuya's head, talk about creepy.

The sound of splintering wood followed by the lock breaking would answer the teacher's question, as none other than Jack walked in. Snickering inwardly, Kazuya would give Jack a smirk, as he saw the teacher frown before his hand shot out and grabbed Jack's hair, just as Jack had pulled his laptop bag off, yanking Jack backwards and dragging him across the room, as Kazuya grabbed his stuff and leaped out of his desk just as it was sent flying across the room. His binder, textbook, and pencil bag held under his arm, Kazuya heard Jack shout at the teacher, before being thrust into the desk, the force sending the desk slamming into the wall, as Kazuya heard Jayr let out a small giggle, a less than ecstatic look on his face as he saw Jack get spanked with, what else? A wooden ruler. He was getting a feeling of deja vu, something about his English class back when he had been in St. Paragon's. Jack got spanked three times while Kazuya grabbed his runaway desk and placed it back where it was and sat back down in it. The teacher then released Jack, who turned around slowly, head first, before suddenly spinning around, as Kazuya cocked an eyebrow, a stapler was clutched in Jack's hand, and was aiming to hit the teacher with it?

The teacher simply shrugged the blow off like it was nothing, and Kazuya was not surprised, a stapler wasn't exactly the sharpest weapon in the world. He then ordered Jack to return to his seat, and then asked them a question, as he slammed the ruler down and pointed it at Kazuya, who apparently couldn't answer, as the teacher scurried to his desk and pulled it free from the wall, as he crossed out History written on the board and wrote Psychology instead. He then heard a voice from the back, as a guy he didn't know spoke, the teacher awarding Brian ten points to Gryffindor. What is this, Harry Potter and the Classroom of Pole-Dancing Destruction? He then heard the door open and a pretty, rich boy walked in, dropping an excuse on the teacher's desk and stopped in front of Jayr's desk. Not even bothering to listen to the little spiel and speech the guy spouted, he heard the teacher call out to him, asking him to come to the front, pulling out something from his coat as he asked Brian to come to the front too, this would either end very badly, or very humorously. Or both.

[Jayr Byrne]

WoooOhhhhhh

Jayr sat back in the class seat having expected as much, Jack was something of a loose cannon, it was a wonder why Kevala had let him go. Power wasn't all about showing you were the strongest and best but rather the use of control she knew that well enough. Even a loss would be better than to be humiliated which is probably what Jack felt right now. As well as the acknowledgement of the rest of the class that the boy had something of a short fuse. Tactical victories were much more important than the brute force itself. Knowledge is power.

"Excuse me Mr. Durand?"

Jayr would interrupt following his statement of the change of class.

"I'm confused as to why the class won't remain history? Is there any chance that we can request credit for both courses assuming of course you'll play multiple roles?"

Jayr's tone would play sweetly trying to score brownie points with not only the teacher but with her other students. In fact if they started getting credit for every type of class he changed about perhaps they'd all be graduating early. Who could be upset with that logic.