Saturday Morning [punishment], Tag;; Mister McVane

[Felicity Mayham]

She didn’t know why she had one, all she knew that she was spending the next few Saturday Mornings in here for the rest of the school year. It seemed like there weren’t enough Friday afternoons in a year to give to her, so they started giving her Saturday Morning Detentions. This was the fourth on in a row, and as far as she knew, she had three more. The pink haired teenager had long given up on keeping track to what detention served to whatever she did.

She also stopped getting dressed.

Felicity felt to lazy to get dressed. Who got up at six on a Saturday Morning by choice anyway and then got dressed. If the Faculty really thoughts that she’d get dressed for a detention, then they are the ones that need to go back to school and get an education, not her. She also figured that of she was going to be stuck there for a few hours she might as well be comfortable.

Felicity stumbled into the room in bright pink fuzzy slippers, and a pair of black pajama pants that had neon pink polka-dots on them. The pajama pants hung low on her waist, and piled in a heap out her slippers. She wore a black tang top underneath a white sip-up sweater that had Linkin Park written in dark green down her left arm and the LP logo on her left chest.

Bright pink hair were in pig-tails right behind her hairs and kept her messy hear out of her face. In her arms she had a blanket and a large feather pillow. She’d spent too much time at a Saturday Detention that she stooped staying away, and slept.

She lifted and covered her mouth as she yawned lazily. She knew that she was supposed bring her homework and work on that until noon, but it got too boring to do her homework. “Morning Mister Vane,” She greeted her English Teacher and moved further into the room.

She wasn’t to lazy to call him by his whole last name, but she liked calling him Vane so much better. He’d only been her English teacher and detention teacher since she started here. Felicity felt that she knew him well enough to called him Mister Vane if she wanted to.

The sleepy teenager pushed four desks together and placed her pillow on one end before she laid down and set her head comfortable on the pillow and covered herself up with the pale pink blanket that her Gran had given her back when she was a tot.

[Donovan McVane]

Donovan yawned loudly, stretching his arms out to the edge of the desk that had been moved to the front of the room so that he could 'supervise'. He found that the more he complained about having to wake up early, the more ‘crack of dawn’ tasks administration handed to him. ‘Handed’ being a nice way of putting it. He had a habit of running his mouth when it wasn’t in his best interests, and that was how he had landed the role of ‘Detention Supervisor’- one that he had to be up before 6 for. And on a Saturday no less.

He rested his chin on the desk, observing the mug of coffee in front of his eyes with disdain. It wasn’t half as strong as he had intended, and so he could hardly be counted as awake. Despite this, the second the first hooligan walked through the door, he sat up straight and rubbed his eyes so that they actually opened all the way.

‘Morning Mister Vane.’

“Oyo boyo,” he greeted Felicity with a smile that lasted about a second. “Welcome to Hell Round 4. I’ll be your honorary Satan as usual,” he continued with a mock salute.

Brown eyes quickly surmised her appearance. “Nice jammies. Too bad they’re not the uniform you’re supposed to be wearing,” he clucked his tongue, shaking his head and spun around in his chair to face the chalkboard. Picking up a piece he quickly drew a tally and above it, a poorly constructed frowny face.

“That does not look good at all,” he said solemnly, spinning his chair back around and taking a long slurp from his mug. Felicity had taken the liberty of putting her head down and Donovan raised his eyebrows.

“So you’re just gonna sit there and sleep? Completely ignore my authoritative presence?

[Felicity Mayham]

“Welcome to Hell Round 4. I’ll be your honorary Satan as usual,”

She grinned sleepily. “If you’re my Satan, Hell isn’t all that bad, Mister Vane,” She told him honestly. McVane was a kick ass teacher. In her opinion, he was like one over grown kid with to many responsibilities. She could imagine that he’d be cool to hang out with, but hanging out with a teacher was a big no-no, unless you wanted to earn a few titled that she didn’t want. Detention and English class was the closet it got to hanging out with Mister Vane.

“Nice jammies. Too bad they’re not the uniform you’re supposed to be wearing,”

She made a face at his back while she made herself comfortable and watched him tally her and draw an anti-smilie-face. A girl only has so many school uniforms and she got them all dirty. On purpose, but that’s beside the point. “It’s Six o’clock in the morning, Vane. Can’t you have a little compassion and let it slide?” She asked him.

She wasn’t about to admit that she stayed up late to do the homework that he assigned Friday. He might actually start expecting her to do her homework on a regular bases, and that every happing was as likely as raining shit. Im-fucking-possible.

“That does not look good at all,”

“You’re anti-smilie-face looks poorly done from this angle,” Was her only remark, and the pink haired teen grinned sheepishly at him. She tucked one hand underneath the pillow and hid haft of her face in the object, before she pulled up her Blanket to her neck, and peeked over at him.

“So you’re just gonna sit there and sleep? Completely ignore my authoritative presence?

She snorted at him. “No way, Mister V.” The teenager told him. “That’s totally disrespectful. I’m going to lay right here, and sleep while ignoring your authority status.” She responded smartly and closed her eyes, fully intending to fall sleep.

[Donovan McVane]

'If you’re my Satan, Hell isn’t all that bad, Mister Vane.'

"Well that is just touching," he said, giving her an endearing smile so large that it had to be sarcastic, "I don't mind having you as my minion either."

He wasn't exactly a strict teacher, and he didn't pretend that he wanted to be there anymore than she did. Detention at such an hour was just cruel, and though Felicity had probably deserved whatever she was being punished for, Donovan felt that he did not.

He couldn't remember what exactly had led the faculty to elect him for detention duty, but it was probably out of spite. Not one of them could seriously think that he'd be a fitting choice to make detention miserable, and if he did it was only because he was upset himself for being forced into doing it. Bastards.

'It’s Six o’clock in the morning, Vane. Can’t you have a little compassion and let it slide?'

"Mmmm. No," he answered plainly. There was no doubt in his mind that someone had drugged his coffee, but as long as it kept his energy high he wasn't going to question it. He took another sip from his mug, "And that's Mr. McVane to you."

'You’re anti-smilie-face looks poorly done from this angle.'

He shrugged, biting his tongue to keep an immature remark to himself. 'Your face looks poorly done,' he thought, smiling pleasantly. He did have to keep himself in check sometimes, and keep in mind that he was a teacher, and along with that came grown-up responsibilities. But that didn't mean he couldn't have fun.

He tried to look as shocked an appalled as possible when Felicity put her head down to sleep.

"How rude," he murmured, eyes flitting to the corners of the desk. He was not going to stand for that; if he had to be awake, then so did she. Going through each of the drawers, Donovan's eyes lit up at a pack of new erasers.

"Aha, that's the ticket." He pulled them out and tore off the packaging slowly, as loudly and obnoxiously as he could. Once free, he lined them all up on his desk and began to flick them one at a time at Felicity. If she thought she was about to get a nice nap, she had another thing coming.

[Felicity Mayham]

"Mmmm. No. And that's Mr. McVane to you."

He couldn't let coming in for detention in her pajama's slide. Felicity made a face at him from behind the fluff of her pillow. She'd probably get another detention if it were another teacher, but she wasn't certain what exactly McVane was going to do about it.

"Mister McVane is to much of a mouthful." She murmured, and pushed her pillow down so that her worlds weren't murmured and she wasn't speaking into the pillow. "How about Mister V?" The pink clad girl suggested, hopefully.

Felicity breathed slowly and deeply and willed sleep to come to her again, ignoring her teacher the best she could. The teenager was seconds way from nodding off when someone hit her, and she groaned. That the hell?

She opened one eye and watched another eraser fly toward her and growled at her teacher. "You're being very disrespectful, mister V." She told him. "Throwing erasers at a student. Who ever heard of such a thing?" She huffed . She couldn't ignore, although that was probably the smartest thing she could have done. It's like a bully. You just ignore them until they go away.

She reached over for an eraser and held on to it. He had to run out of them sooner or later, and then he'd have no more amo. She could throw it all back at him. But she won't, because then he'll do it again. Felicity tucked the eraser under her pillow and stared at her teacher.

[Donovan McVane]

Felicity suggested Mr. V as an alternative to his full name. Were four syllables really that much trouble? No wonder the girl was in detention- if she had complained like this in his class, he would have had the grammar police on her in a heartbeat.

Because Donovan had all the connections when it came to the grammar police. You know, the larger than life alphabet letters with police hats? A vivid scene flashed of Felicity being handcuffed by the letters Q and W flashed through his mind. Well, it made sense to him anyways.

"Mr. V, huh?" He scratched his chin as he thought it over, "I guess that could work. It is rather mysterious. Much like myself."

"You're being very disrespectful, mister V."

Donovan cocked his head at her, "I don't know what you mean Miss Mayham." He swiped the erasers quickly to the side and out of sight.

"You know in the olden days, there were ferocious nuns who beat their students with rulers. I would consider myself lucky if I were you."

She stared at him, and he met her gaze pleasantly and held it for as long as she did. "You know, I wasn't even aiming for you. I'm trying to get the table behind you."

He retrieved a single eraser and flicked it over her head to illustrate his point. It soared gracefully through the air and cascaded onto the surface of the table behind her. "See?"

[Felicity Mayham]

"I guess that could work. It is rather mysterious. Much like myself."

She rolled her eyes playfully at him. “Of course it is. You’ll be the next James Bond, only you’ll do it Mister V style,” She played along, and smiled impishly at her English teacher. Out of all the Teachers the Administration could have chosen from for a detention supervisor, they chose Mister V, the coolest teacher ever.

"I don't know what you mean Miss Mayham."

“I’m certain that you don’t, Mister V,” Sarcasm laced her words, even though she spoke them as sweet and innocently as she could. Felicity rarely was sweet and innocent, and she didn’t pretend to be either, but when she did, for some strange reason, she manages to pull it off.

"You know in the olden days, there were ferocious nuns who beat their students with rulers. I would consider myself lucky if I were you."

She made a face at him. She knew about all of that, but she couldn’t believe that the kids actually let that happen. She’d retaliate if anyone hit her with a ruler. Either that, or she’d just stop going to school. Who needed education back then anyone? Back then, the women were nothing but property and housewives.

"You know, I wasn't even aiming for you. I'm trying to get the table behind you."

“Pfft,” The pink haired girl made a noise of disbelief, but then he went to go show her how he was aiming at the desk behind her. “If you aim is that good, how come you managed to hit me with every eraser that you flicked before that one?” She challenged him and rose an eyebrow at him.

[Donovan McVane]

Donovan snapped a grin at her question. "For your information, my aim, much like everything else in my life is a mysterious and unpredictable force. I aim better when someone is watching, since there's a pressure to perform. It's rather complex..."

He subtly hinted that he didn't believe she would be able to grasp the concept, and spun another of the erasers on the desk like a top. In the back of his mind, he could hear his boss' voice reminding him that he was supposed to be a strict dictator, and he should have been making her write lines or an essay about how sorry she was. Donovan tuned the droning voice out. It would have been a waste of both of their time for Felicity to scribble down some bullshit apology that she didn't mean.

He studied Felicity casually, waiting for her to comment on his nun comment or inform him that she was reporting him to the office for assault the second she got out of detention. Neither came.

"You're very boring, you know that?" he said suddenly, "I might have to kick you out of detention early for being such a failure so that I can go smoke."

[Felicity Mayham]

"For your information, my aim, much like everything else in my life is a mysterious and unpredictable force. I aim better when someone is watching, since there's a pressure to perform. It's rather complex..."

He rambled, but the pink haired Teenager had no choice but to listen. When ever Mister v spoke, she just had to listen. It's like hearing a song that you hate, but you can't help but sing along. Mister V was a cool teacher though, so she didn't mind listening to him ramble.

"I can set up a camera for you." She suggested. "That way you'll be watched by a lens, and people can watch you whenever they want." She added, and paused for a moment, realizing just how creep that might be. She grinned at him suddenly. "I'm sure that Alexia would love a copy of that." She added, teasingly. Felicity found the girls fascination with her teacher hilarious.

"You're very boring, you know that? "I might have to kick you out of detention early for being such a failure so that I can go smoke."

Felicity grinned at him, and sat up. She had realized that she won't find any sleep with Mister V talking to her. She couldn't help but respond, it was her nature. Besides, it was better then letting her thoughts wonder. That usually gets her here.

"If you let me leave, you'll do us both a huge favor," She told him, and then made a face of disgust. "But I can think of better ways to kill yourself then smoking a stick of cancer." She remarked. She placed on a smile and continued. "But hey, as long as you stick around for the rest of my years here, I'm not complaining. I'd hate to meet the poor soul that would replace you if you died of Lung Cancer."

[Donovan McVane]

'I can set up a camera for you. That way you'll be watched by a lens, and people can watch you whenever they want.'

"I don't think that would be a good idea," he smirked, "For one thing, people would be incredibly bored, for another thing it would make me more paranoid than I already am, and I would have no choice but to forcibly remove it. Forcibly."

He sipped his coffee again merrily. He usually wasn't chatty with students, not because he considered them 'lesser', but because he found no reason to outside of class. Here Felicity had no choice but to deal with him, and he had nothing to do other than talk until their time was up.

'I'm sure that Alexia would love a copy of that.'

Donovan spluttered into his mug, coffee spilling onto the desk. He mopped up the mess with his jacket sleeve.

"Now that was not fair."

That was all he said on the matter of Alexia and her strange...fascination? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was not something Donovan was able to understand.

He propped his head on his hand, and resumed spinning the eraser, albeit less heartedly than before. It traced a design through the splotches of coffee he had missed on the desk.

'If you let me leave, you'll do us both a huge favor.'

Typical. He couldn't blame her for wanting to get out of this detention business, especially since he was the one in charge. If he had been in her shoes, he probably would have stopped showing up until they assigned a more stable teacher to the task.

"Trust me, I'm considering it," he dropped the eraser and began drumming his fingers instead. He was never the best at sitting still.

She then went on to comment on the 'cancer sticks'. He wasn't offended, merely amused that she actually cared what he did. Donovan had been smoking since he was 14 and he was much too far past the point of being able to quit.

"Those 'cancer sticks' haven't killed me off yet. However, my hopes are that I'll be dead in the dirt before 60." He said genially, "And I'm curious- what makes you think that whoever replaces me is a poor soul?"

[Felicity Mayham]

[list]"I don't think that would be a good idea. For one thing, people would be incredibly bored, for another thing it would make me more paranoid than I already am, and I would have no choice but to forcibly remove it. Forcibly."

Felicity rose a curious eyebrow at him when he finished talking. "What's your definition of the word Forcibly?" She questioned him, her tone just as curious as her expression. People had different definitions for certain words, and she wanted to know what Mister V considered Forcibly.

He spilled coffee, and Felicity couldn't help but laugh to herself at the scene. It isn't everyday that one gets to see their Teachers spit coffee out. Especially when it considered a student. The pink haired student found this whole situation entirely amusing.

"Now that was not fair."

"But it's hysterical," She laughed and bowed her head into her lap, covering her mouth in a feeble attempted to smoother her giggles. She won't tell anyone that she just saw Mister V spit coffee everywhere because he's afraid of a girl, but she'll be laughing at the thought for weeks.

"Trust me, I'm considering it,"

She controlled her laughter, just barely, when he spoke again. Felicity lifted her head just a fraction on an inch to peek at him through thick eyelashes. "I think you should." She mused, and grinned. "I won't tell anyone."

"Those 'cancer sticks' haven't killed me off yet. However, my hopes are that I'll be dead in the dirt before 60. And I'm curious- what makes you think that whoever replaces me is a poor soul?"

She pouted at him when he told her he wanted to be dead before his sixties. Sure people weren't as good looking as they grew older, but didn't he want to grow old with a loved one, and watch his family grow?

"Because they won't be as cool as you, and then my grades will drop because I'll be too focused on making the retire early." She answered his question and grinned wickedly. "I'll be that student that complain about."[list]

[Donovan McVane]

"Forcibly meaning ripping it off its damn hinges and quite possibly throwing it out the window," he replied merrily.

Donovan enjoyed talking excessively, and it was Felicity's own fault for coaxing him with her questions. Though he figured if she wanted him to shut up, she would just tell him straight out. Maybe not in so many words since he was a teacher, but he figured she would have been able to make her point all the same- not that he would have paid attention if she did however. The coffee high he was on made him prone to obnoxious behavior.

'But it's hysterical.'

"I'm glad one of us finds it amusing," he said, tossing the eraser in his hand blatantly at her head. He was aiming for her hair, but he had been so visibly frazzled by the Alexia turn their conversation had taken his aim wasn't what it should have been.

"I can't have you influencing my important authoritative decisions," Donovan said plainly, draining more coffee from his mug, "But thanks for the input. I just don't think I trust you to not blab. And then there'd be the whole mess of my hasty resignation to deal with once I'm busted."

'Because they won't be as cool as you, and then my grades will drop because I'll be too focused on making the retire early.'

"Oh haha," Donovan rolled his eyes, though the smile on his face revealed that he was pleased. He liked teaching, though he would never admit it, and that some of the students actually liked him was just a nice bonus. How they put up with him, he didn't know.

"I'll be that student that complain about."

"I can't imagine a teacher ever complaining about you," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm, "You being in detention is just a misunderstanding I'm sure."

He paused for a moment, "And that brings about the question. What are you in here for anyways? I'm curious."

[Felicity Mayham]

"Forcibly meaning ripping it off its damn hinges and quite possibly throwing it out the window,"

Felicity blinked blankly at him. Where they still talking about the same thing? Last time she checked a video camera didn’t have any hinges. What the Hell was he talking about? Felicity glanced at his mug of coffee and rose an eyebrow before she looked back up at him. “Mister V, Camera’s don’t have hinges,” She told him, uncertain about his mental health all of a sudden.

"I'm glad one of us finds it amusing,"

She giggled, and ducked her head at the flying eraser. The pink haired teenager glanced at him through her eye lashes, and made sure there was nothing else aimed at her before she straightened her posture. “Laughing is good for you. Won’t hurt you to crack a smile now and then, Mister V.” She teased him and grinned coyly at him.

"I can't have you influencing my important authoritative decisions. But thanks for the input. I just don't think I trust you to not blab. And then there'd be the whole mess of my hasty resignation to deal with once I'm busted."

“Tell them you were under the influence,” She suggested, and shrugged a single shoulder. “I’d take the blame, and add another detention to my list to attend to. How many could I possible get?” She remarked and leaned forward, wiggling her eyebrows at him. “You know you want to.”

"I can't imagine a teacher ever complaining about you. You being in detention is just a misunderstanding I'm sure."

“He does have a funny bone!” Felicity giggled at her own corny joke before she sobered up and wore a serious expression that lasted all but one point three seconds before she grinned at him. “It should be. Most of the time, it isn’t my fault!” She huffed, and lied through her teeth. She knew she deserved her detention, but name one kid who’d admit that.

"And that brings about the question. What are you in here for anyways? I'm curious."

She blinked at him, and pressed her lips together. “I don’t know,” She answered him after a moment. She stopped caring about knowing what she did to get a detention, she’s just gotten so many that she’s made it a habit to show up one way or another. “I think it might be because I redecorated Mark’s bedroom.” She murmured. “Or for indoor roller blading.”

[Donovan McVane]

Suddenly Donovan could feel a shift in the way Felicity was eyeing him, and it wasn't a positive one. She was giving him that slanty-eyed 'He really is nuts' look he knew all too well. It was bound to come sooner or later, but it troubled Donovan that it took her this long to realize how unstable he was. And here he was thinking she was quick.

'Mister V, Camera’s don’t have hinges.'

"Security cameras do. You know the ones they fix to the ceilings with all the doohickeys..." Doohickeys. So it had come down to doohickeys now had it? He paused, saving a moment to be appalled that such a word had ever escaped his lips, let alone entered his subconscious. No wonder Felicity thought he was wacko.

"Stop giving me that look," he narrowed his eyes at her, "It makes perfect sense."

He frowned with mock disappointment after missing her with the eraser, and he had half a mind to chuck the stapler next. Though that was a little extreme so he held off for the meantime. It was comforting to know he had it in his arsenal at least, and he scowled at her dramatically, huffing as turning his face away from her at advice. "Quite the opposite Miss Mayham. Laughing is quite damaging to my health. Hasn't anyone ever told you that it takes more muscles to smile than it does to frown?"

He drummed his fingers on the desktop, trying to look as grumpy as he could.

'Tell them you were under the influence.'

At this however, he couldn't help but grin. "And how would that help me keep my job? They would fire me and then throw me in jail." Donovan's stomach twisted at the word jail instinctively, but he ignored it. If they did arrest him for being under the influence, it wouldn't be the first time he'd been thrown in jail on false charges.

"I doubt they would hold you responsible. Obviously you don't pay attention. Around here you students are the shining stars, and they would jump to conclusions that I brainwashed you into lying for me. I am an evil scientist you know."

'He does have a funny bone!'

Donovan wrinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out at her. A good show of maturity was just what she deserved. That would teach her not to mess with the likes of Mr. McVane.

'It should be. Most of the time, it isn’t my fault!'

"Uh-huh. You must think I'm an idiot if you expect me to swallow that pile of bull," he quipped, finishing off what was left of his coffee.

Now not only did he need to smoke, but he needed to make a stop to the Staff Lounge for a coffee run. He glanced up at the clock. The detention was getting cut off by ten minutes at the least, that much was sure.

"They didn't tell you?" he asked curiously, "What did they just slip a note under your door that said: Congrats, you got detention dumbass?"

He paused for a moment as something registered, "...Did you say indoor roller blading?"

[Felicity Mayham]

"Security cameras do. You know the ones they fix to the ceilings with all the doohickeys..."

He went on to explain what camera’s he was talking about, and then it all made perfect sense to her. He used the word hoohickeys though, and that kept the same look on her face. Since when to English Teachers use the word Doohickeys? She hasn’t been allowed to use the word in school since sixth grade, and here he was using it. “Doohickeys,” She murmured.

"Stop giving me that look. It makes perfect sense."

She cracked a grin at him then, “It does,” She agreed and allowed humor to lace her words. “I just never heard a teacher use the word Doohickey.” She had to keep herself from laughing. The next time she used the word in his English Class, she’ll remind him that he used it and that he’d be a hypocrite.

"Quite the opposite Miss Mayham. Laughing is quite damaging to my health. Hasn't anyone ever told you that it take more muscles to smile than it does to frown?"

The pink haired teenager shrugged carelessly at him teacher. “So I’ll grow old with laugh lines, beats not having a sense of humor,” She answered him freely. She knew that laughing and smile could give a person wrinkles, but at least she’ll have Happy Wrinkles, rather then ugly cranky wrinkles.

"And how would that help me keep my job? They would fire me and then throw me in jail."

“And then I can have a Save The Teacher Fundraiser, and use that as my Community Service, which will look good on my transcripts so I can go to a decent college, and use my fundraiser money to bail you out.” She told him and grinned smartly over at McVane. “It’s a Win Win Situation.”

"I doubt they would hold you responsible. Obviously you don't pay attention. Around here you students are the shining stars, and they would jump to conclusions that I brainwashed you into lying for me. I am an evil scientist you know."

Felicity rolled her eyes playfully at him. “You’re an English Teacher, so you can’t be an evil scientist,” She told him, her tone matter-of-fact, but her expression was light, anything but serious. She smiled at him then, “You can be an evil English Teacher instead, and have Grammar Police Minions.”

She laughed openly when he stuck his tongue at her. Yap. Mister V most diffidently was a tween in an adult body. He was cool, and if she were older, or he younger, she’d diffidently hand out with him, if this school wasn’t divided by cliques and houses.

"They didn't tell you?. What did they just slip a note under your door that said: Congrats, you got detention dumbass?"

“Pretty much,” She told him and pressed her lips together in thought. “They stopped giving me the slips too, They just told me that I’m spending a lot of free time here,” she mused and made a face of disbelief. “Apparently I’m a troubled child and need some discipline, and being here will help me learn to behave better.”

"...Did you say indoor roller blading?"

She nodded her head. “It’s not as fun as it sounds. Too many people get in your way, and after a while, you start to lose your voice because you’re yelling at people to move,” She admitted. “Using an empty pool or just the front paved area of the school is so much easier.”