It had been a long first week. Pete was still adjusting to the American kids in his new, American school system. The thirst for knowledge just wasn't there like it was back home, so Pete had realized he was going to have to figure something out to help drive the students.
There had to be something. Pete refused to believe that all Yanks could be so for lack of interest when it came to learning. He had fifth years...they were still moldable minds. It wasn't like children that age were so set in their ways that they couldn't still find a love for education. Only, Pete taught history and Yanks, as a whole, knew fuck all about it, nor did they seem to care that they were completely ignorant as a general population.
He'd gotten home, dropped off his things and changed out of his work clothes — Pete wasn't really a button down and trousers kind of bloke — and made his way right back out the door. He needed to clear his head so that he could focus on the task at hand, and sitting in his flat wasn't going to help him do that.
As Pete was locking his door behind himself, the girl next door had come out, her cat in tow. Looking over his shoulder at her, Pete raised an eyebrow. "Don't they make leashes?" he asked, smirking. "For cats, that is."