A/N:

This is just a silly little story I decided to write. It goes by/moves pretty quickly. The chapters are going to be short most of the time and they are going to primarily focus on Leah and the antics of the boys in her class. I'm not really good with many of the fanfiction terms but I guess this would be a crack-fic because hopefully something like this would never happen in real life lol

Two things:

*Sorry for any mistakes, I did not edit

*Happy reading :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

She was going to have a job.

Leah Clearwater.

A job.

Not in La Push. Off reservation.

No wolves. No vampires.

Nothing supernatural and no one in her fucking head.

Sure it was at the local Catholic school just outside of Forks. Sure she'd have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning, five mornings in a row. And sure she'd just be assisting teachers aka their personal errand girl for the day. So it wasn't perfect? But it was a job.

Nothing fucking supernatural, no fucking judgy gossipy La Push, and no fucking people in her head.

It was going to be great.

And then it wasn't.

"We're so glad you're here!" A nun, dressed in the typical black and white affair, stated as she dragged Leah down the hall of the school.

Leah had no clue where she was in the building or where she was going but she smiled in earnest.

"I'm glad to be here. Who will I be assisting today?"

Suddenly, the dragging stopped and they came to halt in front of large, double doors.

"Here. You'll be teaching Men's Chorus. Poor Mr. Oakwood is no longer with us."

Leah froze. "I'll be what?"

"No time for that dear."

Leah was shoved through the doors by the nun and left on her own.

"What the hell just happened?"

Leah leaned against the body of the black, baby grand piano, an old worn thing with scratches on its back and legs, in the corner of the chorus room. Her arms were crossed firmly on her chest and her legs at her ankles.

The students (her students?) had gathered in the room not too long ago. They stood before her with their backpacks dropped at their feet. Each of them occasionally sneaking looks at their new teacher who hadn't said a word to them since they had entered.

One of the boys, dark skinned with a three inch, sandy brown fro that had a blue No. 2 pencil sticking through it, eyed her carefully. His dark eyes gleamed playfully and his lips were spread into a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear.

He gave a whistle; Leah didn't so much as flinch.

"So what you gonna teach us, Miss?"

Leah nearly rolled her eyes but thought better of it. "I do not have anything to teach you. At least not about men's chorus that is."

"Well you get better get to learning, sister." Another boy, a red head with soft blue eyes, called out. He was a short, frail boy with a good natured smile. He reminded Leah of Seth in a way.

"She's not a sister. I bet she's not even a virgin." And another. This time a tall, muscular boy wearing the school's football jersey. He wore a cheeky grin as he looked at Leah smugly.

"Does it even matter? She's teaching at St. Kassia for God's sake." The first boy challenged. His grin now replaced by a sneer and a glare.

Leah made a note to get the boys names at some point. For the moment she had a questions of her own.

Ignoring football boy's banter, she asked, "Who is St. Kassia anyway?"

"A Byzantium abbess. She wrote hymns that were included in the liturgy which was rare thing for women's music. Not even Hildegard's music was put in the liturgy." The boy was grinning again now, Leah guessed that history must be something he liked. "She wrote a hymn called the Hymn of Kassiani it is also known as the Hymn of the fallen woman. It's about Mary Magdalene and her love for Jesus. It's played for Martins during holy week."

"And all the prostitutes come out for it." Mr. Smug stared at her hard; Leah met his gaze and held. "Are you a prostitute, Ms.-."

"Clearwater. Ms. Clearwater. And you are?"

He glared at Leah, as if he were mad that she did not already know who he was. "Alex Baker."

Leah pointed to the door to the chorus room and said, "Well Mr. Baker, you can FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!"

All the boys in the room jumped at the sound of her yell. Alex looked wide eyed at her, completely thrown off.

"B-bu-."

"OUT, NOW!"

Alex hurriedly grabbed his back pack off of the ground and rushed out of the room. Leah waited until he was out of the room and the door was closed again to speak.

"I am sick and tired of teenaged boys who act like fucking five year olds. In this class we're going to act like mature individuals who don't say stupid shit out of our mouths. I am I understood?"

The eight remaining boys in the room nodded. Not a peep came from them.

"Good."

In the back corner of the room, a hand shot up. This boy was tan with long black curls and honey colored eyes.

Leah sighed and let her face fall into her hands. Please don't let this kid be an ass, she silently begged.

"What?" Leah asked through her fingers.

"A-are we going to do any men's chorus things this year?"

"Name?" Better late than never.

The boy looked around himself, mop of dark curls spilling everywhere, until he finally realized with wide eyes that she meant him.

"Javi." The boy pronounced softly.

"Well Javi, I'm going to be honest here. I don't know a damn thing about men's chorus. I came here to do secretary like work for teachers and then they threw me in a classroom and said teach. I'm not even sure if this is legal."

"Well that's fucked." A blonde boy stated.

Leah chuckled. "Exactly. Also, no swearing in my class."

Blondy looked incredulous. "But…"

"No buts…" Leah eyed him pointedly.

"Mikey." He said after a moment.

"Will you try at least though?" It was the dark boy with the fro again. His eyes gleamed again, his smile soft and innocent. He looked at Leah full of wonder. When Leah only stared back at him, he stated, "Abel."

Leah was thinking. "I've wanted to…" Then she paused. Looking at the boys once more. "I can try."

What's the worst that could happen?