Warning this has implied teacherXstudent relationship (18 year old student early 20s teacher, not a big age gap) If you don't like or feel uncomfortable with that. Simple thing is don't read. I have warned you. Enjoy!
"I can't be bothered with this." Alfred moaned as he slumped back in his seat. He was doing his Drama A-Level. He loved doing drama and playing the hero role. He got on well with the others in his class. Matthew sat to one side, even though Matthew never liked acting, he was a wiz at the behind the scenes stuff like the lighting and sound.
"We haven't even started class." His brother said timidly. Alfred kicked back on his chair.
"But we're doing boring writing!" He whined again. "I don't want to write, I want to get up and do some good old acting!" As he slumped back a knife narrowly avoided his face, embedding it's self into the wall behind him. He let out a slight yelp of surprise as he looked across the room to the Belarusian student Natalia. Her cold blue eyes glaring across at him.
"We would like it if you just shut up!" She barked across the room. Alfred would have normally kicked off if someone shouted at him like that, but the dark gaze of Ivan put him off the idea. The Russian was leaning against the far wall just behind Natalia. There was tension between Alfred and Ivan, but they had been doing alright this term. The Christmas holiday was defiantly a good break.
"Does anyone know where our teacher is?" Matthew asked quietly. There was a moment pause as the sound of hurried footsteps approached the door. All heads turned to the door as it was nearly broken through as one of the Italian brothers ran in. He quickly slammed the door behind him. Lovino the older brother of the two leant against the door holding it shut. There was silence again as the group waited for the second lot of footsteps to walk off. As they faded away Lovino relaxed, moved across and collapsed into a nearby chair.
"Damn bastard! Why can't he stop following me?" He vented. Everyone knew the score. Mr Fernandez Carriedo the Spanish teacher had a suspected thing for Lovino. And Lovino had to sprint between classrooms or walk in a group in case he tried anything.
"Maybe he wants you to become one with him?" Ivan suggested. Lovino glared across at Ivan.
"We know he does Lovino. It's messed up when a teacher wants that from you." Alfred said, Lovino turned to see the American.
"Don't worry... we have your back." Natalia said. Even though they did seem an unlikely bunch and they hated each other's guts, but there was an unfortunate sense of us and them towards some teachers. They didn't like the idea about teacher student stuff, Mr Fernandez Carriedo was the main issue, but the whole language department they swore was corrupt. Mr G. Beilschmidt (not to be confused with Mr L. Beilschmidt, the PE teacher) who taught German and Mr Bonnefoy who taught French were two of Mr Fernandez Carriedo's best friends. The class were sure they were all out to see who they could slam on their desks before the others. So in a bond of mutual hatred, they wanted to make it to the end of the year, without getting 'stuck' in supply cupboards or worse.
"Where's the teacher?" Matthew asked again.
"Don't we get a new one?" Lovino asked, still annoyed from his run.
"Yeah, the last one went on maternity leave." Natalia commented quickly.
"Da, I bet Beilschmidt knocked Miss Héderváry up." Ivan followed his sisters' comment. The group felt sorry for her, but this only confirmed their suspicions about Mr G. Beilschmidt.
"I wonder if it will be another chick." Alfred said as on off handed comment.
"She'll be out of these doors in a month if those creeps got her." Lovino grumbled as they continued to wait for their teacher. Just as the class planned to leave on the grounds of an absent teacher the door was pushed open again. Alfred's eyes fixed on the new figure. The man seemed out of breath, a white shirt, black trousers and a green tie. This must be either a sub or the new teacher. The teacher had a mess of blond hair that fell over his face. The class waited for him to recover, he pulled himself up to standing height, moving the hair out of his face to reveal a pair of green eyes.
"I'm Mr Kirkland... I'm your new drama teacher." He finally managed to say. The group murmured greetings to him as he came in and set up for the lesson. "Now I don't know any of you so please excuse me if I get your names wrong to begin with. Now..." He turned to the computer. "How do I load the register on this thing?"
"I know sir. I can help you!" Matthew put his hand up, even though he shouted he was only just heard.
"Thank you and your name is?" He asked seemingly relived. Matthew stood up and walked over to the computer.
"I'm Matthew Williams. I'm the last name on the register." As the pair settled down to find the register. The rest of the student gathered at the table in the middle of the room.
"I give him 1 month." Ivan whispered.
"3 weeks." Natalia whispered back.
"Which one do you think will go after him?" Lovino asked the group.
"Bonnefoy for sure. He might as well have a collar on him." Ivan smirked. Alfred hadn't taken his eyes off of Mr Kirkland since he came through the door. He was trying to judge the teacher's age.
"Hey, how old do you think he is?" He whispered to Lovino. Lovino looked across at Matthew helping explain the online register.
"Early 20s, must be fresh out of university." Lovino said.
"Near enough a student teacher." Alfred smirked.
"Right. I'm going to take the register so please raise your hand when I say your name so I can place names with faces." He said as Matthew returned to his seat.
"Near enough a lamb into the slaughter. This will be interesting." Alfred sat back, smirking and thinking how long will he last?
"Did you catch him?" Francis asked as he saw the exhausted Spanish teacher collapse in the staff room.
"Nah... he got to the Drama Studio before I could catch him." He sighed, running his hand through his ruffled brown hair.
"You need to work on your speed and stamina. That kid always seems to get the better of you." Mr G. Beilschmidt snorted. "You should train with my brother, you can train to last longer."
"Oui, then you may get your prize." Mr Bonnefoy added seductively. Mr Fernandez Carriedo smiled. Before another comment passed, the headmaster walked in, eyeing the group suspiciously. Mr Edelstein cleared his throat.
"I am able to confirm we have a new Drama teacher." He seemed to glare at Mr G. Beilschmidt. Knowing he had the trios attention. "Mr Kirkland is currently teaching the A2 drama class."
"You sent him into that shark tank?" Mr Bonnefoy exclaimed. "We won't see him again, he'll be lucky if he makes it to lunch."
"I'm sure the class isn't as bad as you make out. There are some hard workers."
"And fast runners." Mr G. Beilschmidt chipped in. Antonio elbowed him in the ribs. Mr Edelstein sighed, how did he keep this school running?
"Look! Will you give that class a chance?" The trio looked between each other. Mr. Bonnefoy spoke up.
"Sure we will, but we just don't know them well enough to trust them." He said slyly, placing an arm around Mr Edelstein. It was quickly brushed away.
"Just give them a chance, and when Mr Kirkland turns up. Please be nice." And with that he stormed off.
"He's a bit fridgid." Mr. G. Beilschmidt commented once the door shut.
"Get to know them better..." Mr Bonnefoy said "I'd think I'd like to know their new teacher better."