Mr. Opus was still a little disappointed that his saturday night would go to waste, but he knew it couldn't be all that bad. Toree would be there, he would have someone to talk to and admire, and surely the pounding music and dark or low lights would block everyone's vision...which would make a perfect time to flirt with Toree more. Oh, how Mr. Opus felt sick, he found himself disgusting because he liked a sixteen year old girl. They were years apart and surely if her parents knew that he liked her, they would sue or get him out of his job...or worst, her father could murder him. Mr. Opus shivered at the thought of being killed. He started to pack up his things from his desk that he would take home to grade and started out of his classroom.

He supposed buying a new dress shirt and some slacks wouldn't hurt...besides he hasn't bought anything with his paycheck yet and this would do him some good. He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and slid the top open; he pressed a button for speed dial and placed the phone against his ear. He listened to the ring and after three rings, his good friend picked.

"Yeah?"

"How polite," Mr. Opus muttered.

"Elijah! What's up?"

"I'm getting off work now, and you?"

"Just painting the new baby's room. So, are you doing anything this weekend? Kara and I are probably going out to eat with some friends, would you like to tag along?"

"Sorry Jack, I got some things I need to do...but I was going to ask you something. I need your good fashion advice; I have this school dance I have to attend to and I need some new clothes."

"You're sound like a woman, Elijah...it's creepy."

"Oh shut up, just head over to my house and I'll meet you there." Elijah hung up on his friend and stuck the cell phone back into his pocket. Elijah didn't have a great sense of fashion, always choosing outfits that don't seem to match at all. All his life there was one person to help him with his clothes and this time it was his good friend, Jack.

[OOC: LOL! A mixture of roleplays XD]

Mr. Opus shrugged his shoulders sluggishly, unsure of how to respond. It was hard to tell if she was excited about it or not...her voice seemed hopefully, but her eyes said another thing. Though, it didn't really matter, his liking to her was something that was banned from everywhere...just as bad as Oedipus sleeping with his mother--well, not that bad, but near that. He motioned his head towards the door of his classroom, "Now scat, you better get home. I'll see you tomorrow at the dance, right?"

[OOC: Sorry it's so short DX]

Mr. Opus was tempted to sweep the innocent girl off her feet and on to his desk, but even if he could, the principle came waltzing into his class room to cut the student teacher meeting short. Mr. Opus stood up straight, switching his attention to the principle, "Hello, sir, what brings you here?"

The principle didn't seem to mind about what he just saw, or didn't really notice it at all--which was good, either way. He cleared his throat, scratched his white beard, and smiled warmly. "Mr. Opus, you have been assigned to watch over this weekends Winter Dance!" The principle made it seem like it was a good thing be to doing...Mr. Opus didn't think that at all.

"But sir, I thought Mrs. Swindly would be watching the--"

"Have you forgotten, its her birthday saturday! I didn't want to make a teacher go to a childish dance on her birthday." The principle chuckled, "Your teacher's pretty silly, isn't he?" he said to Toree before exiting the class room.

Mr. Opus leaned against his desk, sighing heavily in dismay. "I can't believe my saturday is going to be wasted on school." He looked up to Toree, wondering if she would be going...if so, this might be his only chance to see her in a dress and might be able to dance with her...maybe. He stood up straight, pushing off of his desk, "Toree, are you going to the dance, tomorrow?" He sounded like a teenager asking her out on a date--which he didn'tmind at all.

Mr. Opus waited for the five minutes assigned to the class and stood up, ordering the students to stop writing. His eyes shifted around the class, watching the hands of the students drop their pencils, and as his eyes made their way to Toree's, they had stopped upon her. He watched her delicate hand place her pencil on the journal and look up to him. Their eyes met and suddenly, she had blushed, looking away. Mr. Opus grinned, imagining her lying upon his bed, dressed in his boxers and white dress shirt. Mr. Opus cut his daydream short to keep himself under control.

"Good, now everyone get a book from under your desks and open it to page 1123; we'll be reading the Prolouge of Oedipus today." He paused, waiting for all the students to get their books out from under the table. "In ancient Greece, everyone knew of the legend of Oedipus, thus when the audience came to see the play, they already knew of the story. They knew that Oedipus committed a incest--" the class sneered and made disgusted sounds. "I know right," he mused. "Not only that, but it was with his mother!" Another array of disgusted sounds pulled up. "Tim, would you like to sleep with your mother?" The boy shook his head quickly while the class laughed. "He also murdered his father too...and he did all this without even knowing they were your parents."

"How could you not know?" A student asked.

Mr. Opus shrugged his shoulders, "Read and find out.

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The bell rang to end the school day and the students rushed out of their classrooms to go home. Before Toree could even get up and leave, Mr. Opus called her to his desk; she came up sheepishly, blushing and surely pondering if she was in trouble. Mr. Opus had stood up from his seat in his chair and crossed to his way to her; he lifted his hand and gently placed it upon her forehead, then to both of her cheeks. "You're looking quite red today, are you sick dear?" he asked as he leaned in a bit closer.