Even though Biff had a reputation of being a bit of a bad-ass, he still hated being late. All the discipline the years of football training had done had drilled into him to be on time. He remembered being younger, shuffling in to practice late, being humiliated in front of his peers, having to run endless laps...
He shrugged his backpack over his shoulder and straightened his hoodie. None of that really mattered. It didn't change the fact that he was walking into a class that had already begun. Most students hadn't noticed him, but Jon, that little dweeb, was staring at him with a smirk. Biff made a mental note to wipe that smile off of the dork's face after school.
Biff paused. Wipe a smile off of that boy's face? He shook his head slightly. Why would he feel the need to threaten violence against a student?
He walked into the classroom, cognizant of how small his steps had to be in his tight pencil skirt. It was his favourite skirt, and whenever he had to substitute teach at a school he was unfamiliar with, he made sure to wear it.
"If all students could please take a seat," he said with the warm efficiency he usually taught with.
The young lady standing at the front of the class in torn jeans and a hoodie quickly darted to a seat at the back. She seemed sheepish about being caught up front, but Biff noticed her dart a dirty look at the boy Biff had seen when he first entered the classroom. Maybe he would keep the lady back at the end of class and address the issue.
Grabbing the chalk and turning away from his students, Biff wrote on the board, Mr. Meadows.
"As I was saying," he said, putting the chalk down and flicking a strand of his long auburn hair over his shoulder, "I am Mr. Meadows. I'll be your substitute teacher today."
He walked in front of the large wooden desk and sat on the corner. "Now I've read through the notes that Mr. Fenton left for me," he said, crossing his hose-clad legs at the ankles, "and he says that there was to be a pop-quiz today. Congratulations!"
Biff allowed his pink painted lips to curl into a smile, and revelled in the groans that came from the students. Yes, a pop-quiz made a substitute job go quickly, and without a hitch. He couldn't wait to hand out papers, sit behind his desk, and let the students do the work. It sure beat having to be on his feet teaching; he was already regretting how high of a heel he had on his shoes, so any time he could take sitting down, the better.
