Fan Fiction ❯ Da Crew ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A group of teens from Houston, TX spend their summer vacation in Hawaii. Friendships will be tested and promises will be broken. Will sheer trust be enough?

Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.27.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 350 | Status: Work In Progress

.1.

11:23 a.m. Last Day of School at Angel Parker High, Houston TX

Twenty-five year old Dr. Darren Donaldson surveyed his chattering tenth grade chemistry class—the last one of the year. He knew he would miss all of his students; this class in particular: the teacher's pets, the jocks, the popular students. Even, he had to admit grudgingly, the ones that gave him hell on a daily basis.

They were, technically, his children seeing as how he, as well as their other teachers, had the enjoyable pleasure of sadistically monopolizing over eighty percent of their students' free time.

He grinned. Yes, he loved his job indeed.

“Dr. Donaldson?”

The teacher in question swiveled in his chair, regretting the head rush that always followed from spinning too fast in the wheel-bound chair. He turned to face one of his students, and shook the urge to roll his eyes.

Amy Watson, one of his least favorite students, simply refused to call him by his preferred name. She was definitely one of the many students who gave him utter hell by falling under the, as his wife so expressively put it, “bitchy, wanna-be-teacher's-pet” category.

Deciding to occupy his time by lazily twirling his ducky-print tie, he answered, “Wazup?”

Amy gave her teacher a strange look, her skeptical brown eyes narrowing. She didn't really like him. She'd decided that on the first day of class. He seemed very unprofessional, with his silly ducky-print clothing and casual slang based vocabulary. He'd even stooped so low as to bring a teddy bear to school during the second week of school, claiming the need to “hold on to his childhood a bit longer”, as he'd put it.

But the most irritating thing he did of all was insisting that all of his students call him by the nickname her peers in this class had made up: Dr. Dub.

What kind of a name was Dr. Dub anyway? Sure, it was based off of his first and last name initials of `Double D', but what kind of a teacher wanted to be called that?

“Are there any over-the-summer assignments that you may have forgotten about?”

Dr. Dub sighed. “Amy, this is the fourth time this month you've asked about that. You know that I don't give out assignments over the summer. Children should enjoy their summer; not spend it doing homework.”

“Well, I don't see why not. As students here at Angel Parker High, we should feel the need to want to study for the upcoming year.”

Dr. Dub gritted his teeth. This little girl was about to get on his last nerve.

“Well I don't know about anyone else, but I'mma feel the need to knock you on your ass if you don't shut up.”

Dr. Dub suppressed a girlish giggle. “Faye, that's not nice. You should apologize before I write a referral.”

Amy spun around to face Faye Richards, who hadn't got up from her desk. “Look, just because I think studying over the summer is beneficial to my academic career, doesn't mean that you should lash out at me just because you're jealous.”

Faye scoffed. For the first time in six hours, she lowered her earphones and turned down her coveted hip-hop based music. Rising, she moved to the front of the classroom, strutting with unmatched confidence, to stare into Amy's face.

“Baby, I ain't got no need to be jealous. And if I'm correct, I made the best grade in this class, not you.”

Amy's nose wrinkled. She had a point. Not that she would admit this, of course…

“Now, now, that's enough, Faye,” Dr. Dub teased. “We wouldn't want to upset Amy. If she absolutely needs it, I'll see what I can do about the summer assignments.”

Faye clicked her tongue. “Tsk, whateva. She can have her lil' stank assignments. But you need to tell her to sit down, before she gets knocked down.”

Amy's face pinked. “You—just because you're related to Dr. Donaldson doesn't mean that you can talk to me that way!”

Faye fluffed her already puffy hair, making it an even larger mass of highlighted afro. “Look, don't make me have to embarrass you in front of all yo' little friends on the last day of school. I suggest you go on back over there.” Pointing to the cluster of girls seated in the northern corner of the room who were chattering about the next school year, Faye continued, “'Cause I don't think they'll save you when I buss you in yo' face.”

Dr. Dub, having watched this in amusement, decided that Faye was serious, and that he really needed to step in before Amy came up missing. No matter how much he disliked her, she was one of the sources of his income, after all.

“Alright, alright. Amy, please return to your desk. Faye, I'll talk to you after class.”

Faye shrugged. “Whateva, man.” Returning her headphones back to her ears, Faye strolled off and back to her seat to chat with her own circle of friends.

Dr. Dub smiled.

`Just like her mamawith thatstraight up attitude,' he thought.

The dull ring of the school bell signaled that summer had officially begun for Angel Parker High. Dr. Dub watched in amusement as his students said their last goodbyes to their friends, and he waved when waved at. Then he noticed Faye.

“Faye, can you shut the door for me, please?”

Even though Faye tended to turn up her I-pod as far as it could go, he knew she had the ability of being able to hear whatever was going on around her as clearly as if she'd taken her earphones off.

“Coming,” she said, bopping her head to whatever she was listening to.

`Knowing her, it's probably something with a whole lotta cussing,'he thought wryly.

Faye poked her head out of the door, trying to spot some of her friends. Instead, she got her English teacher, just emerging from her room across the hall.

“Hey, Mrs. Manchester!”

Mrs. Manchester's head moved up to stare moodily at Faye. “Hello, Faye. May I ask why you're still here? And with earphones on, nonetheless?”

Faye bit back her trademark eye-roll, and for the sake of being in front of a teacher, removed her earphones. “Oh, you know. Just talkin' to Mr. Donaldson.”

Mrs. Manchester lifted an eyebrow. “No, I don't know. I suggest you shape up, Faye. Have a nice summer.”

Faye gave in and rolled her eyes as the sound of heels clacked down the hall, signaling the teacher's departure. Closing the door, she clicked her tongue and replaced her earphones.

“Did you just refer to me as `Mr. Donaldson'?”

Faye walked towards the teacher's desk. Jumping up onto it, she settled herself on top of a stack of papers. “You know what a hard-ass Man-Chest can be. I didn't want you to get in trouble.”

Dr. Dub rolled his eyes. “You better be lucky we're cousins. I'd have to give you about a million referrals according to your behavior today. You almost gave Amy a heart attack.”

Faye giggled. “I know. Wasn't it great?”

“You didn't have to get all ghetto-fabulous on the girl.”

“Well, she needed to know that I ain't one of her lil' friends that she be playin' with. I been dealing with that girl all year, so she lucky I ain't cut her yet.”

Dr. Dub grinned. “That's my girl. C'mon, I need to get you home. Your mama is going to kill me if we get stuck in traffic again.”

Faye pouted. “Aw, she can handle it. Can you take me to Belle's house instead? We need to talk about our summer trip with the rest of Da Crew.”

“Hmm…”

“C'mon, Darren! I'll tell grandmama to make you some of that taffy you like so much. You know she only makes it when I ask her…”

With the mentioning of his favorite candy deciding for him, Dr. Darren `Dub' Donaldson sulkily complied with his younger cousin's demands.