Teachers

                                    

                                          
This is really long, but this is the most romantic shit, oh my god. I'm getting cavities from how sweet this is.

"This is why time travel has a possibility of existing, but only in forward travel." Lance concluded. Was this discussion off topic? Yes. Was he still going to entertain the question anyway? Absolutely. 
His high school class blinked back at him with the kind of glossed over eyes which told him that he'd lost them a long time ago. Yeah, maybe discussing the science behind time travel was a little advanced for them, even he had trouble wrapping his brain around the completely theoretic idea. But, of course a student brought it up and Lance is a sucker for talking about the theoretical. It was likely a ploy to get them off track and waste class time, but Lance couldn't turn down the bait. 
"Will this be on the quiz?" Katherine (a.k.a. the teacher's pet) asked with a terrified glint in her eye. 
"Uh, no. You could honestly forget the last fifteen minutes if it didn't interest you at all." Lance glanced at the time. Only ten minutes of class left. Only ten minutes to wrap up a very boring lecture on basic physics. See, Lance loved astrophysics--loved space specifically--but, to understand it all, thus to teach it, he has to get through the basics first. And Lance hated the basics. Likely why he was an easy target for getting the class off track during units one through four. It's also why he's bias for favoring his higher level astronomy classes over the introductory courses. It's a large high school, so he can get away with teaching quite a few classes, which for him, includes: advanced physics, intro to astronomy, advanced astronomy, AP astronomy, and an intro to astrophysics class. And what he didn't get to teach was given to their other physics and astronomy teachers as well. "We're getting back on topic." Lance declared while desperately trying to switch to the next slide before another student asked a question he couldn't resist answering.
Only, finishing his lesson wouldn't be that easy. There was a light knock on the door and Keith Kogane peeked his head in. "I don't mean to interrupt, but an email was sent out about an emergency meeting as soon as school is out. Shiro asked me to double check that everyone knows." The emergency meeting in question was most definitely regarding a recent incident in which a few students broke into the chemical storage room and tried to mix nitric acid with hydrazine, but they were apprehended before they could accomplish it. Lance was sure the meeting was about safer storage of dangerous chemicals. Lance would dwell more on the fact he had to attend an incredibly boring meeting after this if he wasn't so hung up on the fact that Keith was talking to him. A.K.A. the super hot new hire who happens to also be an astrophysics graduate and teaches in the neighboring classroom. Did Lance mention he was hot?
"Oh, a... yeah. Totally got the email." Lance tried to lean on his desk to seem nonchalant and cool, but promptly knocked over his cup of pencils (because teenagers never had pencils and never returned what they borrowed) and only succeeded in making a fool of himself. He tried to ignore the sound of pencils clattering and rolling across his desk because he's totally chill and has bigger things to worry about. Absolutely.
"Okay, I'll see you in the meeting then." Keith gave an inquisitive look to the scattered pencils.
"Okie dokie!" Lance shouted sporadically before the door shut. And then all at once he wanted to curl up under his desk and die. 
"What was that?" asked Yasmine, as mischievous grins spread across the faces of his students. 
"What was what?" Lance hoped he came off as genuine as he began to collect the writing utensils .
"Oh, I don't know, maybe the way you just acted like a total spaz when Dr. Hottie walked through the door." Sophie, who seemed to be a quiet introvert but was nothing of the sort, leaned forward on her desk.