A teacher- a fuсking teacher, John had to pretend to be, for a mission, too. The school in question was apparently haunted by a dеmon he was chasing, and the onjy job opening was a history teacher.

He couldn't smоke near the building, either. Yeah, yeah, there were students, and people with asthma existed, but he deserved this one thing.

"I'm your new teacher. Constantine. Do whatever you guys want, yeah? While I get situated," he told the class, writing his name on the chalk board.

He- very smartly- decided to make his first lesson about religion, specifically focusing on dеmons and how they present themselves, in hopes to get a student to talk about signs in the school.

Sadly, that meant he actually had to teach a bunch of сhildren.

"Right. Onto the lesson..." he sighed, picking up the chalk, "Demоns."

He felt himself getting more annoyed as the students began to get bored and started talking, using their phones, and whatever else they were doing.

He wouldn't give a fuсk if not for the fact that this was actually important. He was about to yell when a student- his saving grace raised their hand, so he pointed at them, and asked, "What?"