Spencer, or Mr Matthews to his students, stepped into his classroom, dropping his folder on the old desk at the front of the classroom and setting his coffee down before slumping down heavily in his seat with a yawn. Shuffling his body around to get comfortable in the old chair that had been shaped by years of his slightly toned athletic body sitting in it. He'd been up all night marking exam papers, which was obvious by the look of his face, his eyelids barely open to show off his blue/green eyes that each day seemed to look more one colour than the other, today they were more blue than green, but you wouldn't know with his lazy eyelids mostly hiding them. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, then ran them up over his freshly shaved head and down the back of his neck, rubbing the tight neck muscles. "Another day another dollar" he mumbles with a sarcastic smile. He really loved his job despite how he sounded, but lately he'd had one of his students really trying him, she was a good student, well she could be, she had everything going for her, smart, funny, extremely attractive, but she just didn't seem to want to make an effort. They'd had many talks about how she acted, but it never seemed to sink in with her. And today he was going to have to have another chat with her, her exam score was terrible, especially when Spencer knew how much better she could do.<br/><br/>The clock hit 9 and the bell rang, Spencers eyes shot open, he'd been sitting there this whole time doing nothing but drink his coffee, so he quickly got his desk organised for the day as students started to trickle in. A couple of the better students saying good morning to him in a chirpy sing song voice, getting a simple, tired sounding "Morning" back from Spencer rather than his usual friendly greeting.<br/>He sat there waiting for the class to fill, sipping his coffee, looking over the students to see who was still to come in. With only one student left to come in, but she was quite often late, Spencer decided to start the class.