Extra Credit (Part 2)
Here’s part 2, Sorry it took so long! I’m going to try to update more often. Also thanks to everyone that liked and commented on the first part!!! I was kinda nervous posting a teacher AU and you all were amazing. Last thing before I shut up, Thanks to @richietoaster who’s basically the whole reason I’m writing this!!
As it turned out, Bev was the absolute worst person to go to.
Richie had marched right into her office after his first class, not even bothering to knock and threw himself dramatically on to the small couch in the corner of the room.
Bev, who was all too used to Richie’s antics, barely looked up from her laptop as Richie stormed in and began ranting about one of his students.
Richie finished explaining why this Kaspbrak kid was going to be the death of him and frantically waved a page filled with neat loopy handwriting, in front of her face. She took the page from him and grazed over it, stopping to read the small note at the bottom.
She sighed before reaching up and closing her laptop, turning to fully face him now.
“Is he legal?” Bev asked, her lip turning upwards at the corner at the look Richie was giving her. He had stood from the couch and was gaping open-mouthed at her, his eyebrows raised above the rims of his glasses.
“Bev that is not what I need to be thinking about right now, he is by the way, but I need someone to tell me this is a bad idea not encourage it.” Richie rambled as he paced in front of her desk.
“No, if you wanted someone to tell you that, you would have gone to Stan. But you didn’t. you came to me.” Her head moved as he continued to walk back in forth in front of her, leaning forward to rest her chin on her hand.
“I CAN’T TELL STAN. HE WOULD KILL ME.” Richie yelled throwing his hand in the air for added emphasis.
As much as he hated to admit it, she was completely right. Stan was definitely the metaphorical ‘angel’ of their little group, At least compare to Bev. If he really wanted “responsible” advice he would have gone to him, told him what was going on, listen to the twenty-minute lecture he would get and then do whatever Stan told him to do about the situation. But honestly, he knew deep down that that wasn’t was he wanted.
“Stan wouldn’t kill you. he’d give you an earful, but he wouldn’t kill you. Besides it’s not like you’re actually planning on doing anything with him.” she finished with a small laugh that quickly died when she saw the way Richie sheepishly look down at the floor.
He stopped pacing and slumped down on the couch again, running his hand over his face.
“I’m a terrible person.” He muttered into his palm. Bev stood from her chair and rounded her desk, lightly sitting next to him and wrapping her arm around his shoulder.
“No, you’re not. Anyways you said he was legal, so I don’t even really see that big of a problem with it. And he’s obviously really into you. I say go for it!” she smiled when he looked over at her.
“Bev you’re not supposed to sleep with students, that’s like, the first thing they tell you.”
“Yeah, but it still happens all the time.”
“No, we are not spending our lunch break whining in my office. There’s a change of plans if you just came here to bitch. You’re taking me out for something to eat, let’s go.” Bev stood from the couch and pulled Richie up with her. He willingly let himself be pulled up and laughed when she pulled her bight polka dot jacket on and stood waiting by the door.
Richie took her to a diner nearby that they both really liked and with some convincing, gave a very detailed description of Eddie and went more in depth then he had in the quick rant early about what was going on.
The beginning of the semester had been as normal as the last two. The number of students taking Film Studies had doubled over the two years since Richie had taken over from the 70-year-old dinosaur that had been teaching it previously and Richie took a lot of pride in that, frequently bragged about it to Stan.
He started the first class how he had the year before. Sitting among the rows of students as the beginning of class rolled around. It was something he had done the year before in an attempt to maybe get to know a few of his students without the authority pretense. It had worked well the first time so what could possibly go wrong this time?
The students had started to talk with each other about 5 minutes after the class was supposed to start.
Most asking if maybe the Prof had messed up the date and time, a few random conversations were muttered around the room, but Richie leaned forward to listen to the one going on in front of him.
Two girls were sitting close together in the front row talking fairly quiet.
“I heard the prof’s really young.” one of them whispers enthusiastically.
“I heard he’s really hot.” the other replied, raising in her seat, looking towards the little window in the door.
The boy sitting beside them scoffed and turned from the girls towards the boy on his other side. Richie couldn’t see his face and by the way his head moved he assumed he was rolling his eye’s.
“Have you ever had a teacher that was actually hot and not just ‘teacher hot’.” the boy said in a voice so low Richie had to lean forward a little more to hear him.
“’Te-teacher hot’?“ the boy beside him laughed with a slight stutter. He was taller, with medium auburn hair. The one sitting right in front of Richie leaned further away from the two girls and fully turned to face the taller one.
Richie could make out his profile and geez it was a nice one. He had lightly tanned skin and a dust of freckles that ran across his nose, which crinkled slightly when he joined the other boy in laughter.
“You know, like hot for a teacher but on a larger scale, not really that hot.” Freckles said, louder than before.
“I don’t know, that psy-psychology teacher we had last ye-year was quite a looker.”
Richie let out a small laugh. He knew exactly which teacher they were talking about. She was a 50-year-old who looked like she had come right out a Tim Burton movie. Normally Richie would have been all about that but this particular lady happened to be one of the biggest bitches Richie had ever met.
The two turned at the sound of Richie’s laugh with raised eyebrows.
The side profile of Freckles didn’t do the front justice. His dark brown eye’s were striking against his youngish looking features. He raised his eyebrow further as he looked Richie over, almost like he was analyzing him.
“Come on, That’s hardly fair. You can’t compare every teacher to Ms. Monroe.” Richie smirked down at Freckles as the taller one laughed. “I’m sure there’s a few good looking teachers somewhere.” He finished, cocking up his eyebrow and leaning forward on his hands.
Freckles scooted his chair back slightly, resting his arm a few inches away from Richie’s and looking him up and down, a lot slower this time. From the corner of his eye, Richie saw the taller boy let out a little laugh and turn around to face the front of the room.
“I’m sure there is somewhere. But I’m more sure that there’s better-looking students even closer.” He leaned closer to Richie and looked up at him from under his long eyelashes, whispering the last part.
Richie’s eyes widened as he cleared his throat and pushed his seat away from the table in front of him. that had escalated a lot quicker then he had thought it would. Panicking slightly, he stood from his seat and cleared his throat even louder.
“I think it’s about time we got class started, don’t you guys.” Richie walked to the front of the class and picked up a dry erase marker, using it to messily write his name on the whiteboard.
“I’m Mr. Tozier, and welcome to Film Studies.”
Richie took a minute to take in the expressions of the students. Focusing especially on the front row.
The two girls that had been talking in the front were staring at each other, mouth open and faces bright red. The tall boy had looked extremely shocked and then he dropped his face into his arm, and Richie could hear a faint muffled laughing.
Freckles had watched him walk to the front of the room, brow furrowed and lips apart slightly in confusion. When Richie and him made eye contact, Richie offered a sympatric smile and expected him to maybe blush or stutter or do something that hinted that he was even somewhat embarrassed to have been blatantly flirting with his prof.
He was definitely not expecting the look he got.
The boy’s mouth closed and sprouted into a small smirk. He looked almost like he was accepting a challenge. Richie didn’t give himself enough time to analyze the look. Insisting on getting the class started, he broke eye contact and reached over to his desk and grabbed the syllabus to hand out.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. so you started it?” Bev asked enthusiastically. She had been excitedly listening to Richie’s story while they shared a milkshake in the old style diner.
“I did not! I was joking around!” Richie defended, pulling the milkshake closer to him to take a long sip.
“well, obviously he didn’t take it that way.”
Over the next couple of weeks, Richie learned just how serious Eddie was about completing challenges, even ones that he gave himself.
The first class he had done nothing but stare at Richie. Which wouldn’t have been that weird considering he was technically supposed to be paying attention to Richie but something about the way his eye’s lingered was definitely different from the rest of the students.
The class ended and Richie noticed the way freckles waited until they had locked eyes before standing and heading for the door, putting way more sway in his hips then necessary. It was also the first time Richie had noticed the shorts™. They were way shorter then Richie had ever seen on a university-aged boy, and he couldn’t take his eye’s off of them.
His eyes did snap up when he saw that the ridiculously exaggerated sway had stopped at the door and Freckles was looking over his shoulder at Richie with one of the most mischievous looks Richie had ever seen.
As soon as all of the students had left the room Richie immediately opened his laptop and went through his student roster. He found out his name was Edward Kaspbrak and he was basically a straight A student.
“So you stalked him?” Bev asked as she waited at the door to the diner for Richie to catch up to her.
“I did not! I just wanted a name to put to the-“
“Ass?” Bev interrupted, pulling the passenger door open of Richie’s truck.
“Face” Richie finished shaking his head as he joined her in the car. “You know, I think it’s you’re fault I’m so fucked up. you’re a bad influence.
“Oh please, Stan’s told me stories from when you guys were younger, you didn’t need any help being fucked up.”
Richie flipped her off as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“Okay, so this kid stares at you and makes flirty eye’s and wears slightly inappropriate length shorts. That’s what I’m getting so far. I’m pretty positive students have done that to you before.” Bev lolled her head to the side as she reached into the console and pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes and lit one.
“It’s more than that. And please stop calling him a kid. It’s weird enough already.” Richie stretched out and took the cigarette from her fingers as she blew smoke out of the window. “He’s relentless. He’s always biting his lips or sucking on the end of pens or leaving notes on the assignments he hands in. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Well, maybe you should try talking to him? Also, you’re showing me those other notes this weekend.” Bev laughed as Richie shook his head.
Richie agreed with hum and reached up to turn the radio up.
“Oh, and I talked to Stan this morning and he said he’s down for going out tonight. Maybe that will be a good time you tell him about your little student crush.” Bev laughed again as he put her hand on top of Richie’s and turned the music even louder.
The noise Richie made to that was a lot less agreeable.
So some notes. there’s a reference in here from Sweeny Todd, in case you were wondering what Richie was talking about with the “Ms. Monroe” thing.
Also fun fact. the teacher pretending to be a student is a real thing that I had a teacher do during my first year of university.
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