My Class Is Weird (Sherlock, DW, Merlin and lots of other things: fanfic)

It's a maths teacher problem - part 2

Update guys!!!!!!! I love you all but hey its Anderson guys!!! He's just funny to write about . . .

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"I'm a volunteer cover teacher," Mr Anderson growled at Sherlock then addressed the class, "Right, everyone in chairs, now!"

The class scrambled to desks and scraped chairs to seating spaces.

I sat down next to a feral looking Sherlock.

"What's your problem with him?" I asked softly.

Sherlock glared harder as if by some unnatural occurrence he could make Mr Anderson's brain explode.

"He's a science teacher who knows nothing about science," Sherlock grumbled, "And he's annoying and stupid." He added childishly.

"Sherlock maintains that when Mr Anderson talks he lowers the IQ of the whole classroom," John whispered across the desk to me.

I frowned, "So what's he doing here if he's a science teacher?"

"I'm here to teach you maths!" Mr Anderson suddenly shouted from standing by the board, pointing straight at me with a pen.

I sat motionless feeling the colour drain from my face.

Anderson watched me for a second then said, "I haven't seen you before, you new?"

"Yes," I said trying to be flat and unemotional like Loki could be, so I could hide the fact I was secretly panicking. I didn't like Anderson . . . didn't like him at all.

He twisted his lip, "Not sure I agree with your friend choice, missy." He looked from Sherlock to John to Merlin and finally to Loki then back to me.

I frowned. Creep.

"That's okay," I said, sitting taller, "You don't have to agree because it's none of your business who I'm friends with."

Loki snorted from the other end of the table and John gave me a hidden look of triumph.

Anderson's glare deepened, "A good word of advice then, find new friends."

I sniggered, "No thanks I'm happy."

"She doesn't take advice from phoney maths teachers." Sherlock sneered.

Anderson pursed his lips together before finding a board marker and writing up the lesson.

John leaned over the table, "Are you trying to get sent out?"

Sherlock smiled, "I wager I'll be out within half an hour."

Mr Anderson stood back from the board.

John rolled his eyes, "No way is he going to send you out of another one of his lessons, he's as stubborn as you! I reckon he'll put up with you so you don't get your own way: which is to be sent out."

I was only half listening to them because I was staring at whatever was written on the board. It was some kind of technical mathematic equation that included a lot of letters and squiggly signs and not a lot of numbers.

Loki groaned and put his head on the desk, "I hate him. He punishes us all the time!" His voice was muffled against the table top.

Anderson turned around with a vicious smile to the whole class, "First one to solve this is a nerd."

Then he sat on the edge of his desk, "Anyone brave enough to attempt it?"

When no one volunteered he swept the class then said, "Banner!"

Bruce sat up in his seat, blushing before moving slowly to the front of the class and stood looking at the board like it was a mountain he had to climb.