Class 101❖Jeff Winger

Kill the Director || two

My alarm woke all of us up, the default Samsung alarm blaring. I shot up and looked around Clark's living room and realized we all ended up falling asleep during the movie last night. The others were slowly getting up and coming to the same conclusion. I glanced towards the front door to see his parents about to leave for work.

"Good morning Lou, Clark, and company. We went ahead and made extra eggs for you all since we figured you were running late, along with setting out some juice boxes. Have a great first day!" Clark's dad said, waving as he opened the door. Clark's mom waved as they both walked out. We all decided to hurriedly eat breakfast, grab our juice boxes, and carpool for the first day. We all went and hopped into Clark's car and left for Greendale.

We showed up on campus about fifteen minutes before my first class. Clark was nice enough to drop me off closer to the school, as my first class was thirty minutes before their first classes. Luckily, I accepted because it took him ten minutes to park. I wouldn't have made it on time if I would've had to sprint to class, and that would have been a mess.

I was the first person in the classroom since I was there a little early, so I took a seat in the back by an outlet. I needed to charge my phone, due to me not charging it last night. I've had this teacher before, so I know she doesn't mind it. I still slid my phone into my backpack so it wouldn't be a distraction for me, though.

Even though it was probably going to be a syllabus day, as most first days are, I still got out a notebook to take some notes. This way, I'll remember if she announces any class cancellations before the day comes. I was writing my notes header when I felt someone walk up to the table I was at.

"First day of college? It's a syllabus day. No need to take notes," They said, chuckling as they sat next to me.

"No, actually. This is my third year here at Greendale, thank you. I always take notes on the first day," I said, setting my pencil and looking over at my new table neighbor.

"No. Freaking. Way," I thought to myself. I felt heat rush to my face, my eyes growing wide.

"Well, congratulations on being stuck here as long as I have. Jeff Winger," he said, smirking as he held his hand out. I doubt my facial expression changed, but I slowly reached out and shook his hand. "Are you gonna tell me your name? Or do I need to guess?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm Ellouise Whitley. People call me Lou," I said, clearing my throat and looking back at my notebook. Jeff chuckled in response and pulled his phone out.

"Well, Lou, I'll let you get back to your notes. We won't need them, though. Notes are useless."

Before I could respond, the teacher walked into the room and began class. She took attendance and handed out our syllabus.

"Hello. I am Shanna Redman, but you can call me Redman. I don't like prefixes. Before I go over the syllabus, I want to make one thing clear. This is not a blowoff class. This is going to be one of the most insightful classes you will take this semester, but only if you put in the work," she began, looking up towards my desk.

I knew she was looking at Jeff and not me, but it felt like she was looking at me.

"I expect every one of you to participate. This class will ready you for interviews, both online and in-person, and help you learn your strengths and weaknesses. We will learn how to set and achieve goals and make our own vision and mission statements. Understood? Great. Now, onto the syllabus," she finished, sitting down behind her desk and pulling a copy of the syllabus up on the projector.

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"What class are you headed to next?" Jeff asked, running up to me after I walked out of the classroom.

"Just a blowoff class. My next class isn't for a while, so right now, I'm actually going to go meet my friend and go pick up our books from the bookstore. But first, I need to stop over at my locker. What about you, Jeff Winger?" I asked. I felt my face blushing again and looked down, trying to hide it. Sure, everyone knows Jeff Winger is a complete jerk, but that doesn't stop him from being attractive. My locker was in the same hallway as our class, so I tried my hardest to use putting some notebooks in it as an excuse to hide my face.

"Some class about teaching. I would love to see you again, though," he leaned against the locker next to mine, "Can I get your number?"

"I'm pretty sure that I'll see you every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning at nine. Maybe another day," I said, laughing as I closed my locker. I wanted to say yes and give him my number, but I had to remember the oath.

"No Seven. No drama, and no chaos." I repeated in my head, remembering the effects the Seven have on Greendale.

"What if I miss a day, or you miss a day, and we need to text each other to see what we missed? I mean, what if you missed a day of notes. It would be tragic," he said, his smile changing into a smirk. I sighed and nodded, giving in. How can I resist the Winger smirk?

I'm weak.

"But only for notes! Or for missing class," I stated, writing my number down on a sticky note and handing it to him.

"Oh, of course. Nothing else. I'll see you Wednesday," he said, winking as he turned and walked to his next class. I shook my head, laughing as I went to find Darla.

I was quickly able to find Darla, and we made our way to the bookstore. I was quick to spill all of the details about my encounter with the Jeff Winger.

"You're joking! He thought that would get your number? What a weirdo," Darla said.

"I know! At least think about what you're gonna say to someone you'll see three times a week in class," I replied, laughing at the thought of it. I still can't believe he asked for my number. I didn't imagine it, right?

Darla and I ended up standing in line for about twenty minutes to get our books. After we got them, we still had an hour before our next class, which was the one shared between our friend group. Most of my classes were on Tuesday and Thursday, but this class and my other class were only offered on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It was a bummer, but at least I would have time to do more schoolwork.

While we waited for the next class to start, we slowly gathered our friend group. First, it was waiting for Luna outside of Basic Pottery. Then we had to wait for Clark outside of Techie Lingo. Finally, we waited for Zack outside of Burning Bridges. We only had ten minutes before Class 101, so we made our way to the classroom. We were lucky enough to steal an entire row of seats so we could sit together. There was one extra seat, and I was the unlucky one who had to sit by it. To keep someone from sitting there, I put my bag in the seat. Surely no one would sit there.

Clark and I were discussing what new sushi place we wanted to try this weekend when someone tapped on my shoulder. I could tell by Clark's face it had to be someone we all disliked, as his face dropped from excitement to defeat. I turned around and felt the familiar feeling of my face blushing.

"Can I sit here?" Jeff asked, picking up my bag and setting it behind my chair.

"Uh, sure," I said, staring at him in bewilderment. I turned to Clark, and he shot me a curious look. I shrugged, and we began our conversation again but were quickly cut off by a familiar group of voices. As if in unison, the five of us turned towards the door, and our faces grew pale. A cold chill spread throughout the room as the group walked in.

"Jeff! Hey!" Annie Edison, one of the Greendale Seven, yelled as she waved at Jeff. Following close behind were the rest of them. Troy Barnes, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry, Shirley Bennett, and Pierce Hawthorne.

"The oath. We've broken it," Clark said, his voice quiet and broken.

You've got to be kidding.