Sam Evans

At Sam’s comment, Puck’s lips curled into a small smirk, that quickly faded after hearing the other’s plans for the night – which sounded pretty lame to be honest. ❛ Come on, dude, you’re not gonna lose your job for hanging out with me. ❜ They were adults, after all, he thought. He and Sam may have had a weird some sort of fling during the summer, to say the very least, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t be friends, right? ❛ I’m not a nark. Nor is Finn. He actually finds you pretty cool, y’know, for a teacher and everything. ❜

He didn’t know why he was being so insistent. Maybe it was because he’d gotten kinda used to the two of them doing their thing – he wasn’t really gonna say that, though, because he was Puck. ❛ Besides, I’ve heard John Cena’s making his return to the wrestling ring tonight. Do ya really wanna miss that? ❜ He raised an eyebrow before even waiting for a response. ❛ Or we could just watch Star Wars for the thousandth time. ❜

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While listening to Puck, Sam worried his lip with his teeth. The other was correct in saying that he wouldn't lose his job if he chose to take Puck up on his offer and hang out with the guy. "I know, and I know Finn wouldn't rat us out. But all it takes is another student spotting us together for rumors to start, " he responded without voicing his doubts that it would just be hanging out. He was good at self-control, but the summer had proven that when it came to spending time with Puck, he was sorely lacking any when it came down to hanging out with the young man he was currently talking to. 

Sam tilted his head at the mention of wrestling. "Not really, no. And it would be a lot cooler to watch the dude's return in the ring with someone instead of screaming at the TV alone." He chuckled as Puck mentioned Star Wars, feeling his resolves why it was better not to go to Puck's place disappear. "Okay, okay. How about I get us some take-out and meet you at your place?"  

If this was like any other typical day, Puck’d probably be skipping class and generally not giving a single care about his studies. Not because he thought it wasn’t important or anything, he just had more interesting stuff to do than to sit in class all day. He usually tended to do one of two things - flirt or observe. Some days he did both, even finding time to go and fool around the city with whichever girl fell for his charm. Today, though? It was a completely different story. Although it still happened from time to time, Puck almost never missed Mr Evans’ classes. Did he pay much attention to whatever he was teaching? Absolutely not – he was most likely gonna fail his class anyway. However, the sole reason he started going to his classes more often was because that was the only time he was able to see Sam, considering the dude had been avoiding him ever since their whole summer fling ended. 

Puck couldn’t help but let out a big, and louder than expected, sigh of relief once the class was finally over. With only a second of hesitation, he stood up from his desk and walked towards Sam. ❛ Dude, y’know that girl was showing you her paper just as an excuse to get close to you, right? Chick’s, like, a super nerd. ❜ He said after making sure all of the students had already left the room while his lips curved into a small smirk. ❛ Anyway, what you doing tonight? Finn’s gonna go out with his new girl so I’ll have the place all to myself if you wanna hang out. ❜

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Before Sam could stop himself from doing so, a light chuckle escaped him. “Well damn, and here I thought she honestly was interested in my brains and not my good looks,” he grinned, closing his backpack quickly. After teaching at NYU for 2 years now Sam had gotten used to students trying to gain his attention by using an assignment as excuse to strike up a conversation with him.

“Uhm, I was planning to get some takeout and go home,” Sam started. After spending most of the semester trying to avoid Puck as much as possible, Sam found himself at a lost on how to respond to the young man's question. “Puck,” Sam sighed a little, looking up at the other, “You know that even though I want to, I can't. … it could cost me my job.”

He managed to pull himself away from his thoughts, focus on the pages in front of him, and read through the paragraph his student had asked him to go over. "It looks good," Sam told the young lady before giving her some pointers to help her on her way. A few minutes later, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. "Alright, y'all, remember that you have three more weeks to turn in your assignment. It doesn't have to be perfect; it's a draft. But give it your all, kay," Sam said. "My office is always open if you have any questions, or message me if you have any questions... I'll see you all next week." As the students began to leave, Sam packed away his things, ready to get something to eat.