Week Seven: Friday
Who: Starbuck, and Wes
When: Late afternoon
Where: Wes' classroom

As if the day hadn't started off bad, it seemed to just turn into a complete shit slide, as it wore on. Too much booze, drugging, and sex the previous night, had left him exhausted, and rather off his game the entire fucking morning. In fact, his classes had one of the easiest assignments, that they had ever had, in one of his lessons. That was to draw whatever the fuck they wanted, while Wes enjoyed the peace, and quiet, and graded older projects, that he needed to tend to. Everyone seemed to catch on that he wasn't in a mood to be bothered, seeing that only a minimum amount of questions had been asked. There would be no more partying, on a school night, ever again. He could only imagine how the students were feeling today. Especially those who had morning classes. Haha, sucks to be them.

If that weren't enough, he came to find out, that Xael had a big mouth, and had told Kat that he had asked about her. Great... It wasn't that he expected to get away with it, but he was hoping that it would come, after he was able to talk to Starbuck. Now, he would have to be more careful with his questioning. If he gathered that Wes was fishing, and Kat found out, there was no telling how she might react. She could very well cancel that Monday meeting. The one that he was dreading, but needed to happen. It seemed, unless Starbuck told him something that completely blew his theory out of the water, that he was going to tell Kat, was he suspected... that he, was in fact, her dad.

Fuck, this was what he deserved. For all of his screwing around, and slutting it up over the years. It was amazing that this sort of thing hadn't happened before. He should have more than just three kids, if he lucky was really so shitty. Not that having children was a bad thing, but fathering a kid, that you didn't know about, had nothing to do with for years, was torture. It killed him to think what sorta life she had, and what it could have been like, if he had only know from the begining. Granted, his kids were far from spoiled, but they were loved, and taken care of. No kid deserved less than that.

Reaching up, he tugged down the brim of his trucker hat, further shielding his eyes, from the over head lights. He looked like shit, there was no denying that. Felt like it too. But, there were things, that needed to be done. Which was why, there were two canvases set up at the front of his class room. Paint, brushes, water, the works, everything they would need. He was willing to venture back into Starbucks comfort zone today, but not without some direction. Otherwise, it wouldn't be much of a lesson, now would it?