OKAY SO I GOT THIS GREAT IDEA FOR A STORY LAST NIGHT WHEN I WAS CONTEMPLATING LIFE IN THE BATHTUB! I really hope you like it. :3 If enough people like it I'll make it super long and continue it for a while. :DD So yeah same thing as always: favorite, follow, or review for a shout-out in my next chapter! :DD
Maka smoothed down her skirt and clapped her hands together excitedly. Today starts a brand new school year! she thought. She hurried around the classroom, placing this and that in different spots even though it wasn't really needed. Since she started teaching kindergarten, a whole new part has been added to her already studious attitude. It was a time to buckle down and get to work, is what she always thought of the beginning of a new school year. The only thing about the ending of the summer vacation that troubled her were the upcoming frantic, overworked, and annoying parents that constantly nagged her about her ways of teaching. Nevertheless, Maka was enthusiastic to teach. And she had something of a spark of joy for this year. That is, until the horde of kids bursted through the school doors, screaming and throwing things.
Students poured into the classroom, occupying the chairs and tables, flooding the room with cries and screams of despair over the new year. Maka's bright, hopeful smile flattened into a straight, strict line. Out of all the parents that were pulling the children's hair just to get them settled, one caught her eye. One cool, suave character whose features were highlighted in the bright lights of the classroom. The epitome of coolness and structure walked right into that classroom, leading his calm, collected daughter to a chair with her name on it in bold print. He muttered something to her, and she nodded with content, hanging onto all his words as if they were his final.
His glistening white hair was combed straight and curled slightly behind his ears and was held back from his eyes with a headband. Bright red eyes searched his daughters face for recognition of his sentences and understanding of her mission for the day. His large hands encased her dainty, ladylike ones. He wore a black leather jacket with bits of yellow on it with some simple blue jeans and leather boots. There was no way in hell this child of his was born on purpose, she knew. No way. Yet somehow he was the one who ended up with this child, indicating that he screwed a terrible drug user or maybe even an abusive woman. Who knows?
"Okay, people, quiet down," Maka started off. Her beginning-of-the-year speech was always the most important and required a lot of thinking beforehand. She planned a lot for this speech and was completely ready for any accusations-er, questions that the eager parents had for her. "The beginning of a new school year always brings on some stress for the parents and most definitely the children as well. You may be wondering, for example, Should I even trust this stranger to care for my small child? I am here today because I love knowledge and giving those kids the step in the right direction for success. I most certainly hope that you parents will give me the benefit of the doubt and soon learn that your kids will not only enjoy school, but gain everything they need to take that extra step!" Maka then stamped her foot on the floor as if to indicate a step. The crowd did not look pleased.
Maka sighed, "You may leave your checks on the way out." They all scattered, except for one desperate-looking mother and, of course, the hottie that Maka spotted just a few moments ago. The mother rushed up to her first. "Ms. Albarn, you must listen. My boy, he-well, let's just say that he has some...potty issues...and, well-" Maka cut her off right there.
"No need. As long as you send the kid in diapers, we'll take care of the rest," she said with a smile. The mother's droopy, tired eyes softened. Her matted hair was sticking out in all different directions, indicating that she hadn't had a lot of sleep lately.
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Albarn," she said before rushing out of the building. Maka sighed and studied the kids over. Some were crying, screaming, hanging onto their parent's legs. That particular white-haired man's daughter was quite a sight, though. Her long, white hair reached the middle of her back and her bangs curled inward towards her face. Her bold, red eyes had flecks of blue in them and searched the classroom, taking everything in one at a time. She was quiet, but not in an introverted way. No, she was tentative, and something else too-
"Mrs. Albarn," the man's voice sliced through her strayed thoughts from behind, making her jump.
"Yes, sir?" she asked, studying his face up close now. His voice was deep, and strong, and also protective.
"Would you mind if I stayed for the first couple of days to watch my girl? She's...uh..." he looked back at her, "Well, we made a deal that if I stayed with her for the first week of school, she'd get ready quicker and not drag her feet on the driveway when we're leaving." Maka chuckled and nodded.
"I don't think there'd be any trouble with that," she said, tearing down a bright pink sheet of paper that hung on the wall. It was entitled Parental Rules and the first one was that all parents must leave before class has started. The man smirked at her, obviously knowing what it said. He laid a hand on one of her shoulders, causing her to tense up.
"You should really loosen up, teacher," he said in a suave voice, putting emphasis on the word "teacher." She was frozen for a moment before furrowing her brow and smacking his hand off of her. Perhaps she was correct about her earlier thought of his being a lecher. She shot him a glance of ice before spitting, "You may sit down now, sir."
"Soul," he said, smirking. Maka was then presented with the oddity of a full mouth of sharpened, shark-like teeth that made her shiver.
"Alright then, class, if you would please be seated..." she said. None of the kids obeyed. They just continued to bounce around, through toys, and babble nonsense to each other. Maka bit her lip, suddenly realizing that this was her first year of teaching, and maybe she should've studied up a bit more.
After chasing the kids around, trying to teach them a song, and cleaning up snacks, it was finally time for Maka to just rest for thirty minutes while the kids had nap time. She sat back in her chair at her office and watched through the window while the kids rested.
"Funny how hyper they can be one second and sleepy the next," Soul said, startling Maka. She gasped and her pencil flew out of her hand and into her coffee cup. She glared at him and pulled it out, wiping it down before placing it back in its place.
"Yes," she said, "funny." Soul smiled and sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"So, teacher, how's the minimum wage doin' ya?" he clucked. Maka rolled her eyes.
"Actually, I really enjoy teaching the kids," she hissed.
"Ahh...so that's why you were ripping her hair out at that widow's un-potty trained son," he chuckled. Maka puffed out her cheeks stuck her lip out as she did when she was angry.
"You know, that's really cute. I highly doubt I could ever make my face look exactly like an octopus," he laughed. Her face grew red as she squinted back at him.
"You're lucky I'm a teacher, otherwise this book her," she picked up an encyclopedia, "would be smashed into your skull right about now," she hissed. Soul just smirked as he walked behind her desk to look at her.
"I dunno, you don't seem that strong for some reason...I can't really put a finger on why, though..." he teased. Maka sighed and decided that she should just pretend he wasn't there, clogging up her space and breathing hot air down her neck that made her feel really, really...
Wait a minute! Why the hell is she thinking this?! She dismissed the thoughts from her head before the realization of how long it's been since anyone even touched her snaked its way back into her head. She cursed her inability to get a boyfriend and slowly came back to real life as Soul was massaging her shoulders and she didn't even notice.
"W-What are you doing?!" she shrieked, jumping up and falling over her trashcan, whose contents spilled all over the floor. She smacked her hand against her forehead and was just about to let her rage spill out when she realized that there were about thirty sleeping kids in the other room. Since it was a private school, Maka was expected to be of the utmost class, and that meant not waking up a whole room of children by screaming at one of their dads. She took in a careful breath and let it out before reaching down to clean up all the papers that landed on the floor.
"Seriously, I think if you just got a massage or took a bath or something you'd be way less uptight," he said with a roll of his eyes.
"Uptight?!" You think I'm uptight?!" she yelled. Soul chuckled before nodding, unable to keep his smile back. Maka pursed her lips and made her way to the door, about ready to wake the kids for a lesson on the alphabet. Before she could even reach the handle, though, Soul's soothing voice beckoned her.
"Sorry, Ms. Albarn. I'll stay out of your way now," he said. There was a hint of sadness in his voice, but she couldn't tell why. He had to have known how obnoxious he was being. Yet when he swiftly walked past her and into the classroom, she knew. His pride was hurt. Yep, poor little Soul's pride was hurt because a girl didn't want his strong, robust...
What the fuck am I thinking?! Maka screamed internally. She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed as she walked through the door and rang a loud but soothing bell to wake the kids up.
As she continued with her lesson plan, Soul watched her. He watched as she captivated the children somehow with her voice that made everything seem of utmost importance and required immediate remembrance. A voice that somehow entranced him as he was somehow zapped into a small, innocent child again that was learning the alphabet. When the day was at last over and parents were scurrying to grab their kids and run, he was still in a daze until his daughter silently pulled on his sleeve.
"Mmm yes dear?" he asked, staring off at the space where Maka was standing a few seconds ago.
"It's time to go," her small voice uttered, pulling him back into reality.
"OH, yes," he said, getting up and making his way towards the door. "How did you like your first day?"
"It was okay," she responded. He nodded and lifted her into a car seat before climbing in his truck too.
"Do I have to go see Mommy today?" she asked. Soul shook his head.
"Mommy has been, uh...detained from her home for a while. She's...uh..." he stuttered.
"It's okay, you don't have to lie," she said, and stared out the window.
"Right..." he muttered under his breath and drove off, the image of Maka teaching still in his head. For whatever reason, he just could not get her out of his mind. Even if he had been divorced only three months ago. No matter what, he still had the idea that maybe, just maybe, she would want to go on a date with him. After all, she had been staring at him before her speech began. Then again, everyone was. Everyone always is. And always will. He sighed at this realization.
I MADE THIS AS LONG AS I COULD, I SWEAR. Okay so yeah I tried to write more, but it all was just plain shit so I deleted about 1000 words. XD Guess I'm still dosed with Writer's Block. It's so terrible that I just sat there for ten minutes, wondering what it was called. Hmm...WELL, ANYWAYS-review, follow, or favorite for a shout-out and I'll love you forever! :) G'night!