(Derek's POV)
"Mr. Freeman. Mr. Freeman. MR. FREEMAN!" Snorting himself awake, Derek blinking against the harsh flash light the teacher was holding near his eyes. "This isn't preschool. We don't do naps here."
"Well that sucks. I was just getting to the good part of my dream," he said, yawning and stretching his arms back. "You and I were getting freaky 'tween the sheets and you were just a moaning out my name-"
"Mr. Freeman!"
"What? We all know you think about it when you touch yourself at night 'cause that husband of yours can't satisfy your needs and desire as a woman-"
"Mr. Freeman, I would advise you be quiet before I send you to the office," she said quietly, Derek knowing he hit a nerve.
"How about I stay after class and receive my punishment?" he smirked, receiving a few snickers and whistles from the class.
"That won't be necessary."
"Then let me go back to sleep," he said, laying his head down. "So I can continue to pound you relentlessly-"
"Get out."
"Of course," he said, grabbing his bag and walking to the door. On his way there, he winked at the teacher, whose face was so red from being openly embarrassed like that by one of her students.
Strutting down the hall, he walking so slowly, as if he was enjoying the scenery and letting time pass him by.
The school is set up a bit like a college: they have different departments for different fields of study. He was just on the English hall and was working his way to the Arts building, seeing the occasion person skipping class to smoke or do it.
Entering the Arts building, he took a couple of turns and ended up directly in front of the Dance room.
Peeking his head through the jar door, he was met by the sight of an solitary angel spinning so gracefully around the room, classical music blaring through the speaker at her feet.
Smiling, he kicked off his shoes and stalked up to her, grabbing her waist and hearing a pleasant sounding shriek erupt from her mouth.
He had to dodge a kick that flew in his direction.
She looked a bit like an angered hamster. Huge, grey eyes framed by black-and-white rimmed glasses and medium length curly hair . 'Adorable.'
"What the heck, Derek? Why aren't you in class?" she asked, moving to the locker room to find an opaque enough shirt so he could talk to her face and not her chest.
"You, know I could ask you the same thing. I got kicked out. You?"
"I was able to leave early. And, did you forget? I am