iAm a Teacher

So, hey, guys! I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while now, ever since I noticed the way the teachers at my school act. And yeah, I love writing about China and Seddie! Sue me. This is a future fic, and no it's not a 2G (2nd generation), really. Katelyn/ Davey/ Olivia (you'll see) is just a sideplot and a factor in the process of getting Seddie together.

Don't worry, I'm updating iBreak a Promise soon! I just need to find iSpace Out sometime soon…most of you guys gave me the address of blogspot, but sadly I can't get on blogspot, YouTube, Nick or Mega Video! So if you have another idea tell me, otherwise I'm gonna write a short chapter based on what I remember. Or if you have the script, that'd be great if you could send it to me!

Thanks! Please review.

Prologue: March

"Yesss," I hissed as I read the acceptance letter. "CAR-LAY!"

My roommate ran down the stairs, stopping just in front of my chair. "What, Sam?"

"We got accepted," I informed her, a smile taking over my face.

Her mouth dropped open. "You're kidding."

"Nope," I replied, popping the "P". "We're going to go teach in…China!"

Carly grinned. "Sam, this is amazing!"

"You're telling me," My expression is probably identical to the one on hers. "Man, I've always wanted to go to Asia. Martial arts, Asian people, rice…"

Carly looked confused. "Thought you hated rice."

"I love all food," I told her, laughing. "I'm so excited!"

"When do we leave?" Carly asked.

"We have training in June," I explained. "Then we leave at the end of July."

Carly hugged me excitedly. "Wow! So we stay there a year, then come home for the whole summer, then go back."

I nodded. "Oh, man, I don't know how I'm gonna stand it!"

Chapter 1: June

I grabbed my best friend's arm as we walked into the college building. "Wow, Carly, look at all that food!"

Carly laughed. "Sam, we're not here for the food."

"I know, I know, but it's like a buffet!" I exclaimed, mouth watering already. "They even have ham!"

Carly shook her head. "Man, Sam, I wouldn't have thought you'd ever become a teacher."

I smirked. "Well, you know, I'm pretty smart when I wanna be. Also, I do love children…as long as they're not annoying little whiny babies."

"Which is why you're teaching High School Science," Carly reminded me.

"Hopefully they won't be babies," I grinned.

Someone cleared their throat on the microphone, so Carly and I turned to face the man in front of us. He had glasses and a potbelly, and I resisted the urge to tell him just what I thought of him. The guy was probably the superintendent and I wasn't about to get fired.

"Hello, teachers and families," he greeted in a deep voice, and the immature side of me wanted to laugh. "Welcome to ISC training. I would like you to sit with your school at the moment, and perhaps later you may branch out."

"West Side International!" I heard someone yell. Grabbing Carly's arm again, I dragged her over to a table. At the table there were 6 other teachers, 2 teenagers, and 4 younger looking kids.

Suddenly, one of the three male teachers turned his head around to look at us, and I found myself staring into pools of deep brown.

I shook my head quickly, and gave all of them a smirkish smile. "The name's Sam Puckett. And to the people I'm gonna teach, don't call me Ms. Puckett, cause that sounds stupid. Call me...Ms. P. Yeah, that's pretty cool. I'll teach high school science."

The boy with the really brown eyes looked totally startled. I realized then who he reminded me of, and his next statement confirmed my suspicions to be true.

"I'm Freddie Benson, who teaches middle school science plus 9th grade math and tech supervisor. My students should just call Mr. Benson," The nub was avoiding my eyes. What the heck…?

"What are you doing here?" I ask him in a harsh tone.

He raised an eyebrow. "I have as much of a right to be here as you do, Puckett."

"Oh, you do?" I muttered. "Well, I wouldn't have come if I'd known it was going to be here, Carly."

Carly threw up her hands. "I'm not involved."

Freddie's expression changed. "Carly?"

"I know you're thrilled she's here, Benson," I growled.

Freddie rolled his eyes. When I was younger, this habit of his irritated me to no end, but now I'd found that I'd missed it…almost as much as I'd missed him. "You know I got over Carly a long time ago."

"Yeah, I know," I laughed. "You know, Benson, I've missed fighting with you."

His mouth crinkled as he smiled at me. "I've missed you too, Puckett." He leaned over and quickly hugged me, then hugged Carly.

Everyone else at the table had the most bewildered looks on their faces, and we both laughed. Carly smiled. "In case you missed it, I'm Carly Shay, I teach kindergarten."

At one corner of the table was a redheaded girl (she had the weirdest eyes I'd honestly ever seen, they weren't blue or green) who looked to be around the age of 14. "I'm Katelyn Wilks," she introduced herself. "I've lived there…in China… for a year now, but we had to redo training because my dad is working for the school now."

A man who obviously was her dad with black hair and blue eyes smiled. "Yes, I'm Jon Wilks. I work in Finance."

"And I'm his wife, Helen Wilks. I've taught at the school already, 4th grade, but as she said, we are redoing training," she explained, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "These are my other children, Jake, Brayden and Charlee." The three kids tried to smile.

A young boy with dark hair and blue eyes looked up from his PearPod. "My name's Davey Sanders. My parents are going to teach at the school." He then looked down again. Rather than playing a game like most normal 14-year-olds, he seemed to be reprogramming it. Dork. Great, a little Freddie.

His father laughed. "Sorry. My name is Thomas Wilks, and this is my wife Cara and sons Davey and Josh. I am teaching 3rd grade at the school next year." Josh, who looked about 4, smiled at me with the most precious expression. Too bad I wouldn't be teaching him.

I nodded, turning to another single boy. He had light sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. "The name's Kevin Trevor, but most people call me Kev. But my students can call me Mr. T. I teach middle school math."

Copycat, I thought, scowling. The final teacher to introduce herself had light brown hair and green eyes. "I'm Leanne Poce, and I teach 2nd grade."

After all of that, we went downstairs to get drinks. Carly, Freddie and I were walking behind the redheaded girl, Katelyn, was walking beside Davey.

"Hey, you're Davey, right?" she asked him.

Davey looked up, startled. "Yeah, what about it?"

"You're gonna be in my class, dude. You're the only guy." She rolled her eyes. "Gosh, that'll be great, having a complete dork as the only guy."

Davey stared at her, obviously offended by her rudeness. However, I'd taken a liking to this girl. Davey exclaimed, "I'm not a dork! And how do you know I'm in your class?"

"You're a ninth grader?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

He scowled. "Well, this sucks more than if my brand new laptop broke."

"Did I ask to hear about your nubby problems?" Katelyn frowned at him.

He glared back at her. "May I remind you, you're the one who talked to me first."

She guffawed. "May I remind you? Dude, you're such a nub. Anyway, what's your full name?"

"Why do you want to know?" Davey wondered.

"Do you really need a reason? Cause I can give you one." She held up a fist.

"Like a girl could hurt me," he retorted.

She punched him hard in the shoulder. "NOW TELL ME."

Wincing, Davey muttered, "Daverell."

"Nubbiest name ever. It should be Davernerd," She grinned, proud of her new nickname. "Well, goodbye, Daverdork. See ya in class!"

I side-glanced at Freddie. "Seem familiar?"

Freddie laughed. "Oh, yes. I think she likes him."

"Me too!" I exclaimed. "Those two are gonna be good friends."

Carly shook her head. "You guys are incredibly mentally unstable."

"What? Why?" Freddie and I exclaimed in unison. I punched his shoulder.

"Can't you see?" Carly asked. "Those guys act just like you two."

"We know," we both said, and I socked him again.

"And you think she likes him," Carly continued.

I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah, so?"

Carly rolled her eyes. "Figure it out. I'm gonna go get a drink."

Freddie tapped my shoulder. "Wanna get those two together this year? We both have them for classes, so it should be easy."

A devious smile appeared on my face. "Oh, yes."

"Same Sam as always," Freddie joked.

I punched him softly. "Did you really think I would change?"

….

The three weeks went by fast. We watched as Davey and Katelyn became friends (slowly, gradually) and I found out about how Freddie had been the past four years.

He'd chosen to go to college away from home, at Stanford University, while Carly and I'd chosen Seattle University. He hadn't had any serious relationships during that time (and I couldn't joke, neither had I). He'd originally chosen a path in technology but decided to get his education degree and after the two years in China finish up his tech degree.

One night, when Carly had ditched us to hang with some other female teachers (who were, quite appropriately, scared of me), Freddie and I were relaxing on a swing in one of the college gardens, chatting and eating ham.

Shoving a piece into my mouth, I told him, "Only one week until we leave here, and then only two more weeks until we leave for China."

"Yeah," he muttered.

"You nervous?" I asked.

He looked into my eyes. Oh, crap, those pools of brown…crap, crap, crap, I'm turning into a sappy girl. "Yeah, I am. You?"

"Psh, no, Fredweird," I lied.

His eyes bore into mine. "You're lying."

"Sam Puckett doesn't lie," I announced.

Freddie rolled his eyes. "Yet another lie. For a non-liar, you sure lie a lot."

"Fine, I'm nervous," I sighed. "You happy now, Freddork?"

Freddie laughed. "All these years and you still call me weird names."

"And I'll never stop," I reminded him.

He snickered, and then put his arm around me. A part of me (the part that was still stuck in high school) wanted to push his arm off and punch/kick him, but the new and improved me just let it stay there.

And I may have snuggled a bit closer, too.

But it didn't mean anything!

Did it?

So, yeah, the story may change POVs some chapters, but I think for the most part it'll be Sam's POV. Yep, Sam and Freddie are a little OOC but that's because they are older now. I know it's not that good but it's only the first chapter. Please REVIEW!

Please, please, pretty please with sugar on top.