After gym class was over, Adam and I headed over to Art class that I had on a monday.
Once I walked inside, I looked ahead and immediately stopped in my tracks since there was a different art teacher from last week.
"What the hell?" I mumbled. I then walked up towards the teacher's desk, and tapped on the desk.
When Mr. Cheetos looked up, I gave him a questioned look. I wondered why, he had on a different color shirt from what I saw him wear earlier, even though his jeans and shoes were the same.
"Since when do you teach two classes?" I asked.
"What?" He gave me a questioned look.
"You're Mr. Cheetos and you thought my english class last block." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Um, I'm not Mr. Cheetos, but Mr. Fritos. I'm Mr. Cheetos's twin brother." He smiled at me, while I gave him a questioned look.
He definitely was the flaming hot kind.
"Where are you people getting these kinds of names? Are you guys in a secret club or something? Maybe I should call myself Doritos or Burritos since I love eating those too." I shook my head.
"I have the munchies for Fritos so I changed my last name to it. And I also love eating them," He said, while he took out a bag of flaming hot Fritos, "people always get my brother and I confused, but since we don't were the same outfit, they usually can tell the difference." He said.
"Um, but you're wearing the same outfit now, except your shirt is peach, while his shirt is blue." I raised one of my eyebrows.
"Today just so happen to be the day that we wore the same outfit." He said, annoyed.
He then took out his phone and started texting someone since he seemed to be done with our pointless conversation.
"Well excuse me." I mumbled.
"Your excuse, now go have a seat." He nodded his head towards a desk.
At the moment I wanted say 'don't get it twisted', but then I held my tongue since I realized that he was a teacher. I sighed, while I walked over to Adam.
"Hey did you-"
"Yup. People who aren't new, knows that Mr. Cheetos and Mr. Fritos are twins." He yawned.
"Oh." I said, while I sat down next to him.
"Whenever you're free, do you want to come with me to PetSmart to buy a puppy?" He asked.
"Yes, I love puppies. They're so cute, fluffy and adorable. What kind?"
"It's not for me, but my little brother. And I'm not sure yet but maybe a golden retriever," He smiled.
"Cool," I nodded my head, "you're lucky your parents don't mind if you buy a pet, especially considering the amount of work it takes to clean after them. I think my dad would freak out if he saw me bring home a pet one day." I placed my elbow on the desk, and rested my chin on my hand.
"Really? My parents love animals so they wouldn't mind." He said.
"How many pets do you have?" I asked.
"So far I have an entire zoo." He chuckled a little.
"That many?" I looked at him like he grew three heads.
"I was joking, "He laughed a little, "I only have a dog, named Max and a parrot named Lexi."
"Oh okay." I sighed.
After we talked for a bit, the bell rung and class started.
"Alright class, today we will learn about shapes and lines." Mr. Fritos said. I gave him a questioned look, while I raised my hand.
"You do realize most of us here are a few years away from being adults. So why do we have to relearn something that we was taught in kindergarten, preschool, etc." I said.
"Are you questioning my teaching ability?" He raised one his eyebrows.
"I just think it's somewhat unnecessary," In other words stupid, "there are rulers made that can help anyone draw a perfect shape."
"When I say shapes and lines, I meant drawing in a two dimensional and three dimensional planes where you'll have your drawings seem like they're either of realism or surrealism. Afterwards, you guys will be able to create an art work that one would consider true art, but then again art has no meaning since it can mean anything." He looked at me.
For a moment there was silence. Dammit! I didn't even have a good comeback.
"Um, okay, you didn't have to go that deep. Next time just clarify it." I said, while I looked down on my phone and acted like I was texting.
"I would've if you hadn't interrupted to me." He smirked.
"Do you have to have the last word for everything?" I looked up at him since I was getting annoyed by his smart-ass answers.
"I am the teacher, aren't I?" He raised an eyebrow.
I then realized that it was time to play the student card.
Well here go the acting skills I got from watching the movie, Freedom Writers.
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