This is mainly for Raichurai and White Delight, who requested another Hoennchampionship. More random nonsense basically, but I feel I have a new favourite ship to write about. Hope you guys enjoy.
A/N – this is basically an AU, where Steven is a geology teacher. May is about 16 or something, NOT 10!
It was Steven Stone's first day teaching at Oldale Secondary School. His day job was as a lecturer at Hoenn State University, but for 2 weeks only, he had been requested to teach a geology module at the local school. GCSE geology; hardly the most enthralling way for him to spend his afternoons, but at least he could maybe get a few students interested in his favourite subject.
He sighed, brushed his silver-grey hair back out of his eyes and shuffled his papers as the students began to file into the classroom. Just a normal GCSE level class; a bunch of shabby looking and slightly disinterested teens, dressed in the blue uniform that all the school students wore. Steven didn't have particularly high hopes for the class, but nonetheless, he waited for them to all sit down and then began the lesson.
"Welcome, everyone. My name is Professor Stone, you may just call me Mr Stone, and I am here to teach this semester's geology module, as part of your geography course." He coughed slightly and looked around the room at the sea of bored looking faces. Almost half the class had already started fiddling with mobile phones, playing with their hair or doodling, and he had only introduced himself so far. This wasn't a great start. Anyway, he ploughed on, regardless.
"Er, well... yes, today's topic, igneous and metamorphic rock formations..." He began to show the class several slides of different types of rock, explaining the differences and how they were formed. Ten minutes into the class, he risked a glance forwards. Not wholly unexpectedly, no one seemed to be too interested. A group of boys were chatting and laughing at the back, several kids had fallen asleep and many were busying themselves with books, ipods or mobile phones. Steven sighed slightly, he had hoped that at least a few of them would show an interest. He was just about to go back to his lecture, when he caught sight of a petite, dark haired girl, sitting with a few friends on the left hand side of the classroom. She was very pretty, to say the least, with a very innocent look about her, and a sort of youthful enthusiasm in her eyes. She was looking up at Steven with wide eyes, totally engrossed in what he was saying.
Steven found himself almost blushing, his cheeks heating up uncomfortably, and he fumbled and almost dropped his stack of papers. Hoping desperately that no one had noticed, he cleared his throat and continued to babble about foliation.
"...This causes the platy or elongated crystals of minerals, such as mica and chlorite, to become rotated such that their long axes are perpendicular to the orientation of shortening. This results in a banded, or foliated, rock, with the bands showing the colors of the minerals that formed them..." Steven droned.
"Textures are separated into foliated and non-foliated categories. Foliated rock is a product of differential stress that deforms the rock in one plane, sometimes creating a plane of, er, cleavage... ahem... For example, er, um, slate is a foliated metamorphic rock, originating from shale. Non-foliated rock does not have planar patterns of strain..." Steven paused, wiping his somewhat sweaty hands on his trousers. He was finding himself unusually nervous talking in front of this particular class for some reason. Maybe it had something to do with the girl in the front row; the way she was looking up at him with a mixture of awe and fascination, her incredible blue eyes, the way she kept flicking her brown hair out of her face, the slight smile she had as she hastily copied down notes on the lecture. Oh, and maybe something to do with the way the top few buttons of her shirt were undone.
Oh... god... no. Steven was nearly 30, it was completely and utterly wrong for him to be looking at one of his students in that sort of way! It really wasn't in his nature at all. Wait a minute, how old were this class again? GCSE... No, definitely far too young! He groaned inwardly. Just his luck. He had to try to keep his attention on the lesson, and far, far away from any of his students, no matter how cute they were.
Where was he again? "Uh, umm, errr, oh yes... as I was saying... gneiss is very coarse grained..."
Steven was extremely glad when the lesson was over. "So, well that's the end of the lesson. I'll be back tomorrow for the lesson on geomorphology. Thanks for listening." He doubted that many of them had been listening, but that was really the least of his concerns.
He sighed to himself with relief as he began to put away all his notes and other equipment. He was therefore extremely surprised when a quiet and slightly nervous voice interrupted him. "E-excuse me Professor..."
Steven jumped slightly, before turning around to look at the person who had spoken. He instantly felt himself redden slightly. Oh god, what did she want? "Um, yes, what is it?" he stammered, nervously.
"S-sir, I just wanted to clarify whether you said that quartz was metamorphic?"
Steven almost forgot everything he knew about rocks, or anything for that matter. "Er, yeah, that's right", he muttered.
"Thank you so much," she said, excitedly, "wow that was such an interesting class, I can't wait for tomorrow!" She smiled happily to herself as she skipped out of the classroom. Steven sank onto the chair, somewhat weak at the knees. This job was probably going to be the death of him, he thought to himself.
The next day, Steven was absolutely dreading his geology class. Normally he relished the opportunity to pass on his knowledge to youngsters, but he had a very good reason to worry about this class. A reason that was known to most as May Maple.
Unfortunately for Steven, May had come into school that day in a very short skirt and a very see-through shirt. Steven found himself blushing, sweating and stuttering all the way through the lesson, barely able to remember what he had meant to say about erosion.
Finally, finally, he reached the end of the lesson. "Ok, you can all go, can I just take in your books before you go, so I can mark your homework?" He sat behind his desk as the students traipsed past, dumping their books in a pile in front of him. Lets just say, his discomfort was hardly helped by realising that a certain girl had doodled his name on her book several times, including doodles of the name "May Stone", and many love hearts. Her flirtatious smile directed towards him as she left the classroom merely reinforced his fears. Steven went home from work that night feeling more than a little disconcerted, and totally unsure of how he should react to May's slightly obvious flirtations.
Info on rock formations copyright of Wikipedia! R&R, people! There can be more if it is asked for politely (plus I want to know what direction you would like this to go in, should they get together or shall I tease poor Steven some more? Haha.)