Scott ‘Cyclops’ Summers

The satisfying squeak of a freshly opened, juicy pen against a sleek whiteboard never failed to make Scott’s day — on the other hand.. the imminent chatter of students in the back of the room, always achieved to degrade his mood.

Nevertheless, Scott could confidently admit that he liked his job — tedious at times, aggravating at times.. sure, but there were plenty of positives and things to be excited about.

Well, as exciting as high school mathematics could be, but Scott tried his best to make it interesting; the dedication on the faces of some of his students always helped to anchor him back in place, and remind him of why he even began teaching, in the first place.

But now, with the poster clad classroom empty, Scott sat quietly at his neat, and wiped desk, fingers efficiently swiping over his clicky keyboard. Taking occasional sips of his coffee, the man subtly pushed his thin sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, tinted eyes dashing over to the ticking clock perched upon his wall.

Just a few minutes, and he’d be free to go… yeah right, Scott was completely aware that he’d get sucked into his work and complete as much as possible.. to be efficient, of course, even if it meant staying late.