A/N: Tom x OC. No like, no read. Now shoo.
Teacher's names are based from my REAL teachers' names. Hope you don't mind, misses. And sirs.
Respect please. No hate.
"Excuse me! I'm so sorry! Excuse me!"
Clumsy, clumsy girl.
She was running as fast as she could; ebony hair flapping behind her wildly. She often hit people, and sometimes, plants.
She accidentally hit a bushel of roses, and the thorns scrapped deviously upon her poor leg. She mumbled a curse but shrugged it off, and continued her run.
She met a few teachers on the way, and she slowed down to greet them.
"Good morning, Ms. Laurent. Good morning, Sir Nuga." She said, bowing a bit.
"Hi, Sabe. Where are you headed?" Ms. Laurent asked, smiling sweetly (like she always did).
"Just off to submit some requirements to Sir Bernard, miss."
The two teachers chuckled.
"Well, you better hurry. You know he doesn't take kindly to students who pass 5 days after the supposed deadline." Sir Nuga said.
Sabe smiled a bit, scratching her head.
"Well, I got so caught up in some Tumblr stuff, so I forgot all about it… I suppose I should apologize."
"Yes, with a smile." Ms. Laurent offered, winking softly.
"And make sure you're sincere." Sir Nuga offered as well.
Sabe mumbled her goodbyes and fled away. But a sight overpowered her legs.
A man in a leather jacket was talking to the School Foundress, Sr. Josephine. She slowly backed away, to the previous spot she stood in when talking to the dual teachers.
"Sir, Miss, who's talking to the Sister?" Sabe asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"I'm not entirely sure. From what I've heard, he's come here to view the school because of its beauties." Ms. Laurent answered with a shrug.
"Yes, that's what I've heard as well. Sabe, make sure you greet our guest if ever you cross paths with him, okay?" Sir Nuga said.
"Yes, and in English. He's a foreigner, I think. But nonetheless, foreigner or not, let them know that Theresians like you are very much experienced with English."
Sabe's curiosity grew. A foreigner went all the way here to view the school? That's so weird… Who would do that?
"Yeah, Katrina. He's a foreigner. That's true. You can hear it from his accent." Sir Nuga said, facing Miss Laurent.
"Sir, is it Australian? British? What?" Sabe butted.
"British. Thick accent. You don't have to hear him speak twice to know he's English."
"Well, he should give you some lessons so you know how to act like a True English Gentleman." Miss Laurent said, smiling cheekily at Sir Nuga. Sir Nuga grinned back at her, and both people cleared their throats when they realized that the student was still there. And she could practically hear them.
But, fortunately for them, the girl was too engrossed in the whole foreigner topic.
"Why is he here?" Sabe asked, unaware that she said it aloud.
"He's famous, Sabe. Maybe he just needed some time for himself and decided to hang around in the Philippines. It IS more fun in here, after all." Miss Laurent said.
"Yes. Maybe he was checked In Shangri-la or the Diamond Hotel and he was just admiring the school because it's in town. Countless of possibilities, really." Sir Nuga said.
"Famous?" Sabe asked, tilting her head. The only English person she knew that was famous (aside from Rowan Atkinson and the many SUPER KNOWN NAMES) was Tom Hiddleston.
And she liked him big-time.
"Not really. He works at Hollywood, the principal said, but the students don't fangirl around him so I suppose he's at the corners of Hollywood. I'm not really sure. We're just as clueless as you." Miss Laurent answered.
Sabe blinked once, twice, thrice when Sir Nuga suddenly butted in.
"Sabe! Go and submit those papers now before Sir Bernard flips his switch."
Sabe seemed hesitant, but nodded afterwards and ran away, after taking one final glance at the guy in the leather jacket.
Who was he..?
