A/N: So, I had this idea a while back, I've altered it slightly, so here's the summary:
A new teacher comes to St Vlads, she's a twenty year old Dhampir and has had affairs with several royal Moroi's leaving her with a dodgy past, but, luckily no kids. Her charge recently died and has been moved to the school for the few months before Rose's year graduates. But there's a problem, she falls for Eddie and he falls for her. Can they make it work?
Ok, this is set in Shadow Kiss, but none of the crap happens, yes Mason died, but Rose isn't seeing ghosts or anything and her and Dimitri are secretly dating...I think that's all the background you need.
Disclaimer: I don't own VA
Jessica's POV (JPOV)
I smiled as the year quietened down as Alberta spoke, just the way I remembered.
"We have a new member on our Guardian staff, Guardian Jessica Woodstock." Alberta began, "She will be guarding one of you when you graduate and will also be helping out with the novice training." She glanced back at me, an affectionate smile on her face that I returned, "She was a student here a couple of few years ago; some of you will remember her. She made her mark on the school. In fact, she left several marks on the school."
I smiled, Stan outright laughed causing me to shiver, it had been a while...
While Alberta started to tell the students about some new scheme they'd started up Stan walked over to me.
"Jess." He said, nodding at me.
"Gaurdian Alto." I said, keeping my eyes on the students.
He chuckled in my ear making my legs go slightly weak, and causing a funny tingling sensation to spread across the lower half of my body, "You know we're past that shit."
"Mmm." I said quietly.
"Now, I think we should arrange a meeting, to catch up." He murmured, "So, what's your schedule?"
"I don't have it on me right now." I said smiling.
"Of course you don't. Well, you'll be in one of my classes at some point, we'll talk then. And make sure you bring it with you." He said walking away.
I smiled and shook my head slightly. Alberta finished up and we all filed out.
"Hey, Jess!" A familiar voice called as I walked to my room.
I turned to find Adrian Ivashkov standing near me.
"Ivashkov." I said, letting the smile creep across my face, "It's good to see you."
He grinned and walked over, "How are you?" He asked wrapping his arms round my waist.
"I'm good." I said softly, "You?"
"Never better." He murmured, "Are you...are all right? After what happened to Sophie?"
I nodded, "I'll be ok. What about you? She was your cousin."
"I'm fine." He sighed, "I've missed you."
I smiled, "I've missed you too."
"Ok, let's not get soppy." He said smiling, "I know you don't like that."
I laughed, "Come on. Let's go inside." I headed to the door of my room.
"Ooh, you're inviting me into your room." He said grinning.
I smacked him over the head, "You can stay outside if you want."
"No thank you." He walked inside with me. And as soon as we were there, I burst into tears in his arms.
APOV
"It's ok." I whispered wrapping my arms around her, "It's ok."
I could feel her shaking against my body; I'd never seen her like this. There was more to it than just Sophie dying, I could tell. I hadn't seen her in over a year now, anything could have happened to her. I had expected her to cry, but after we'd talked and I'd brought up the stuff with Sophie, like really gone into details. I hadn't expected her to end up like this, before any of that.
She pulled back, "Adrian I'm sorry." She said softly.
I smiled, "Everything's fine honey. It's ok. You can cry as much as you want." I glanced around the room to find something more cheery to talk about. I smiled when I spotted something.
"You still playing then?" I gestured towards the guitar leant against the wall.
"A little." She shrugged, "I'm no good but I like it."
"Last thing I remember, you were pretty good." I said smiling.
"Uh huh." She smiled herself, "You have to say that, otherwise I'd hit you."
"Then I'd get you arrested for assault on a royal Moroi." I said it as a joke, the sort of friendly banter we'd used to do. But she froze up. She stepped back and stayed completely quiet. Silent even.
"Jess? What did I do?" I asked softly.
"Nothing." She sighed and sat down, "It's just...I've had a tough year Adrian, and that brought some memories back."
"You wanna talk about it?" I asked.
"No. I have to get to Stan's class." She scrunched her face up slightly, like she didn't want to go, but there was a slight gleam in her eyes as she said it. I knew better. She probably wanted to piss him off like she'd used to do.
"All right, I'll see you later." I left, to give her some time to clean herself up and stuff before getting to Stan's class. She was going to be late. But I didn't think she'd care.
JPOV
I washed my face and redid my makeup. Deciding I looked presentable I left and walked to Stan's classroom. I was late, of course.
"Nice of you to join us." Stan snapped from the front of the class as I walked inside.
"I decided it was time to grace you all with my presence." I said boredly as I headed to the back.
Stan chuckled.
"Oh come on!" One of the students complained, "You laugh at her, but when I do it you get all pissy at me!"
Stan turned to the student, before he could do something silly I intervened. She was pretty, she had long thick dark hair and nice brown eyes, and I could tell, even though she was sitting, that she was short, although, that didn't make her easy though. I'd been in plenty of fights with people bigger and stronger than me, and I'd won those. Apart from ones that I didn't put up a fight in...
"Oh believe me, I've had my fair share of lectures and detentions" Stan shot me a look, a look that made me shiver for the second time that day, "from Stanny over there." The class snickered, "But now, there's nothing he can do about it, so he can laugh, but when you do it...he has to get pissed so as not to show his soft side to you. Not that he ever went soft on me though." I glared at him, "But, I suppose I should stop taking all the attention and let you teach your class." I said, turning back around and actually making it to the back this time.
I soon discovered that being a Guardian in a class was a hell of a lot less interesting than being a pupil in the class. Even when it was one of Stan's boring lectures. But then again, those lessons did seriously improve in my last year...
Eventually it was over, and it was lunch time for the students. But as we started to leave, Stan called my name. I smiled a little and turned to him.
"Yes Guardian Alto?" I said softly.
"Shut the door." He said sitting down.
I rolled my eyes and kicked it shut before walking over to him. I sat on the edge of the desk in front of his chair and he slowly, slightly hesitantly, placed a hand on my knee.
With a start I realised this was how it had started.
*flashback (there may be a few of these for a while...)*
"Oh for goodness sake," Stan muttered looking down at my papers, "What is wrong with you?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know how to do this shit? I don't mark papers!" I snapped.
"Come on." He picked them up and walked back over to his desk, "I'll show you."
Since he hadn't bothered with getting me a chair and I wasn't going to walk back round and get it I shoved a pencil case out of the way and sat on the desk. He had all the stuff he needed next to him so it wouldn't change anything. He sighed and sat down.
"So, all you have to..."
"What the fuck?" I'd kind of forgotten he was a teacher by that point, or maybe that was the problem, I picked up the last paper he'd marked, "A fucking D! After all the god damn hours I spent on that you go and give me a D?"
"Woodstock, give me the paper." He held out his hand.
"I'll give you the paper when you tell me what's fucking wrong with it!"
"Calm down." He placed a hand on my knee, "It's just one assignment, it doesn't mean you're failing." He said softly.
I eyed the hand on my leg, "Stan?" I murmured, putting the paper down, "What's with the physical contact?"
It was the first term back after the summer holidays. And still warm enough for me to be wearing shorts. Which meant, when he then spread his fingers out, touching more of my thigh, it kind of sent me a little crazy. I'd been with exactly two boys before. One was an ass, one who I was only dating at the time to piss my mother off, and he'd been pretty crap. And the other...well, we'd both been drunk, so he didn't know what he was doing and nor did I. But this, this was something different. I actually kind of liked having Stan's hand on me. Which felt really, really weird.
Stan didn't say anything; he just eyed his hand carefully as he began to slide his hand further up my thigh. Glad his eyes weren't on my face, I let my eyes roll back as a soft moan left my lips. He stood up and wrapped an arm around my lower back, pulling me into his body.
Holy fucking shit. I was about to have sex with a teacher. And it wasn't even a teacher I liked...how the hell did that happen?
*End of flashback and of chapter I'm afraid...*
A/N: Don't worry guys, this actually isn't a Stan/Jess fanfic, I just kinda felt like I had to put that in there...
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