A/N: G/P Teacher/Student
-Barely Legal
-G/P
-Slow Burn (seriously)
"What time will you be at try outs?"
"Right after physics." I replied looking at my blue eyed brown haired friend.
She smiled back at me and playfully rolled her eyes.
"Physics huh? Of course The Emma Swan is taking physics this year."
I nudged Ruby in the shoulder as we sat down at our table in the quad.
"Shut up, physics is appropriate for a senior."
"Not a barely 17 year old senior." she teased.
"Fuck you, I've been 17 for a month."
It's not my fault I'm so smart I was able to skip 10th grade. I may be a year younger, but mentally and emotionally I was much older than 90 percent of the student body. She knew my situation, knew why I had to grow up fast, but still couldn't help but tease me.
Not mad. That's just Ruby. She's the comedic relief in tragedy.
I took out my lunch from my backpack and began to chow down on it without shame. Lunch and breaks. My favorite periods of the day.
"Of course, and while you're 17, we will all be 18 soon. You will be left all alone when we are all out partying." she teased me.
I shot a glare at Ruby before I felt a touch wrap my shoulders.
"Oh Rubes, you know we will sneak Swan here into any party."
Looking at the scruffy boy sitting next to me I smirked and scooted closer to Ruby. Killian the young man who's had a crush on me since elementary school. Sure he's grown into his looks and being on water polo team, he was in shape. But I only saw him as my brother, nothing more nothing less.
"Jones your flirting is pathetic." said a voice I knew all too well.
Thank you Jefferson for saving the day. I made eye contact with and nodded my head thanking him. He smiled back at me and began to stuff his mouth full of pizza.
"Besides-" he continued not bothering to swallow before he opened his mouth. "Emma, is gonna be too busy with varsity volleyball and her 3.8 GPA to be concerned with going to parties."
I threw carrot stick at him my mom packed in my lunch.
Yes my mom still puts my shit together.
Don't fucking judge me.
"I think it's great Emma is doing well, she's going to have all sorts colleges to pick from." Belle added joining the group for lunch.
"Ugh, don't remind." I groaned.
I don't need to hear anymore about college. My mom was already pestering me about higher education. That's cool, I don't hate on any one who wants to go to college. Mom teaches middle school and my dad is a cop. They seem happy with their routes but at the end of the day, neither of those occupations is what I want.
I don't know what it is but I know I want to experience life, not be trapped in more books and tests. I want run and own a company. Be my own boss.
"Well whatever you decide to do, we got you Ems." Ruby replied sending a wink my way.
Fuck, I love this girl.
"What class do you have next again?"
Was I being spoken to?
Turning my head in the direction of the voice I saw Killian grinning sheepishly at me.
Was it him?
"I have gym next. Like I have had for the last couple months."
Judging by the frown on his face maybe I was being a bitch.
"Thankfully, we have gym together." Jefferson added.
"Right. I was hoping I wouldn't have to go through that alone."
"Are you fucking kidding me? You are more athletic then I am."
This was true. Growing up in the foster care system taught me to be quick with my reflexes. Between violent out bursts from my adoptive parents and thrown objects coming my way, I had to learn to jump and dodge. It's helped me in the long run, I can adapt to anything, a skill that I know will take me far.
"This is how I know she'll make varsity this year with me."
I was pulled into a tight hug by my best friend. I smelled Ruby's perfume all over me. It was nice. It always calmed me.
"Nothing is set in stone yet Ruby, I still have to try out." I replied through the tight squeeze.
"I know he'll like you. Coach Robin knows talent. He will see it in you."
A moan fell from Jefferson's lips.
"Damn that man is fine. It's the only reason I came to those games last year."
"Well, he's got a girlfriend." stated Killian.
He finally slid back over to the other end of the bench giving me some breathing space. I untangled myself from Ruby and continued chowing down my lunch.
"Correction. His fiance. They got engaged over summer break."
We all looked him in bewilderment.
Belle was the first one to speak.
"J are you still stalking him on Instagram?"
"Ah uh. You don't get to fucking judge me."
"Oh we definitely do." chimed in Killian. "You still joke me about the crush I had on Mrs. Wilson."
"Yea, you were pretty whipped."
"I was in the 5th fucking grade." yelled the boy.
I couldn't help but laugh at the senseless banter between the two friends. We had a pretty good group of people. We were all fairly popular, fairly liked, we weren't teased relentlessly like some kids we knew. And when we saw it happening, we always stopped it. You could say we were the heroes of Red Rose High.
Red Rose.
Silly name.
A hand waving in my face broke me out of my thoughts.
"A few months into school and you're already zoning out." joked Belle.
I felt a warm blush creep on my cheeks.
"I was tuning out the two idiots here." I teased back, proud of myself for the line I just landed. "What did you say?"
"I asked if you've seen her yet."
"If I have seen who yet?"
Four pairs of eyes stared blankly at me.
Who were they talking about?
Her?
Think Emma, think. Her, Her...Her…Oh.
Her.
"No, I haven't seen her yet." I stated flatly. "But school just started and you know how the schedules change constantly in the beginning of the year."
"She's such a cunt." mumbled Killian.
"Hey, language." yelled Belle.
"Sorry, I know you guys don't like it, but she is. I mean when will she ever let it go?"
I shrugged my shoulders. It's okay though. We are seniors. I'm almost out of this fucking place. So close. 9 months left.
"She probably just wants you to fuck her and be done with it." Ruby said harshly.
Eww. Please don't say that.
Shuddering at the thought and not very hungry for lunch anymore I began to pack up my stuff.
"Yea, that's enough to make anyone loose there appetite." Jefferson said pushing his pizza away.
"Don't look at me!" Ruby defended. "I'm not the one who's been holding a grudge for six damn years."
Point Ruby.
"True." Killian said pointing at her with his fork.
"I'm sure Emma would appreciate it if we didn't talk about her bad blood. A better topic of discussion, who do you think will be subbing in for physics this time?" Belle stepped in saving my ass.
I sighed in relief in the change of subject. Yes on to a better one. Like who is the miserable teacher that is going to meet their doom today.
"Who knows, who ever it is, I feel bad for them."
I nodded my headed agreeing with Jefferson.
"I heard the last sub left her 3rd period class crying. Kids are fucking ruthless man." Killian said eyeing me.
Oh. Is this where I jump in?
"Well if they got somebody who actually knew physics, it wouldn't be a problem." I said matter of fact.
"I second that." Belle added.
"Right, because both of you do?"
Ruby had her perfectly manicured eyebrow raised at us.
"No I don't." I defended. "But I do know, when someone doesn't know what the hell they are talking, and the last few people didn't."
Seriously though. They had Ms. Oaks in their who is a fucking English teacher, trying to explain significant figures and scientific notations.
"Totally agree with Ems here. I took this class so I could actually learn physics. I just hope this next person is some what into it."
Okay maybe I wouldn't go that far. I only took this class, and I don't quote, 'because it'll look good on my college application.'
But as much as I didn't actually want to take this class, if I was going to be in it, I might as well get something out of it. The warning bell signaling lunch was about to be over echoed through the school. A unison of groans filled the campus as the students began to clean up their food.
"I can ask Graham for you guys. He had it 1st period."
Killian said only to me as he helped me get my things together. As sweet as it was. I didn't need help.
"It's okay, It's only a class away now." I could have said that nicer. "But thank you."
There, better.
A smile crossed his face as he handed me my backpack. I whispered a thank you as Jefferson walked up to us.
"M' lady." He said propping out his elbow for me to take.
I smirked at him and wrapped my arm through the whole he left for me. Killian frowned but tried to hide it.
"Well, I gotta get going. Catch you guys at try outs."
He kissed my cheek and took off across the quad.
It wasn't like I hated the guy. Like I said. He's family. Nothing less. And never nothing more. Yet he still tried. Even with knowing that I was different from all the other girls. He still wanted me. Loved me even more.
"You okay?" the soft voice of Jefferson hitting my ears.
I nodded in response. I didn't want to continue these thoughts running through my mind. Catching the hint he asked something about volleyball, attempting to make a change.
P.E went by like a breeze. Athletics is my jam and today was a fitness test.
Easy.
I walked through the bustling hall, dreading the pour soul who was going to attempt to teach us today. Getting closer to the door I saw a taller girl with long brown hair and my stomach dropped. Don't throw up please don't throw up. Why was she standing by my classroom. As if she felt me staring, green eyes met mine and I was faced with her.
Her face contorted and deep frown lines crossed them.
Fuck.
Maybe if I don't say anything.
But to no avail as I saw her tap her friends shoulders then point at me. Their eyes met mine and they all gave me disapproving looks. One of them spat on the tile floor that lined the hallway.
Uh, gross.
"Em! Wait up."
Oh I have never been more thankful to hear that voice. I looked back to see Belle stumbling over her own feet to try and catch up with me. When she got close though her eyes widened.
Yes. Now you see it.
"What is she doing here." her voice dropping down low.
"I can give a guess." I said sighing.
Feeling more confident now that I'm not alone, we walked up to the door. I waited for the snarky comments but none came. Instead they just glared at us and took up the doorway, forcing Belle and I to squeeze through.
We walked to our seats. I chose the best one. Left corner pocket. All the way in the back, with Belle sitting in front of me. Lily aka her walked in giggling with some of her friends. They took their seats, not caring if somebody else had been sitting in them before. Every time a student would slow down and eye their seat the girls just glared at them and they scurried off.
I wanted to say something.
But it would only start shit.
Can't be a hero everyday.
"They think they rule the school." Belle said spinning around to face me.
"Well they won't for long. The real world will be waiting for them." I replied.
The bell rang and as the chairs filled up I noticed a couple things. One, was that there were some kids from before who were here and now their not. Which explains the bullshit additions. And secondly, no teacher.
Did they finally give up?
Chatter continued to fill the room and I began to settle in for a long nap. Just as I cleared the books off my desk and flung my hood over my hair the door swung up. The room silenced in an instant and the students began to slide down in their seats.
We were waiting, vibrating with anticipation. The clicking sound of heels filled the room and the final student scurried in before the teacher, taking their seat in the front row. Gasps, including my own, could be heard around me.
Fuck this woman was, gorgeous. She wore a tight back slacks that hugged her legs perfectly. A royal blue loose fitting blouse tucked neatly into her pants framed her tiny shoulders with the top three buttons undone. Light pink lipstick coated her lips perfectly, and her brown straight hair was parted at an angle, leaving some of it to fall in front of her eyes as she walked in. An awakened sensation filled my body and my pants grew hard in the center.
No, this is not happening right now. I glanced around caught a couple of guys and girls shifting uncomfortably in their seat. Good I wasn't the only one having a moment. The teacher walked in completely ignoring us as she set her things down under her desk. Finally she rolled her chair out to the center front of the room and sat down. We were graced with her honey brown eyes as she looked each and every one of us over.
She sent a couple of smiles to a few people letting them know she meant no harm. I watched as her eyes got closer to mine, and like a dumb ass I shot my gaze down avoiding them. A minute went by before I felt like I was on display. She was watching me, but I didn't dare look up.
Why?
Because I fail.
Her gaze only last a few seconds but it felt like eternity before she moved on.
"Okay class..." she began.
Fuck her voice. So husky. So full of power. So commanding.
"My name is Ms. Mills. I have heard that you all have had a tough time finding a teacher. Well not to worry, because they have found one."
I sighed in relief. I'll actually be able to concentrate.
"It's me!" her voice raising an octave.
Wait what? Her. Great. We are all going to fail.
"Oh well don't all jump up for joy at once." Ms. Mills joked but we stayed in silence. She continued not seeming fazed we didn't find her antics hilarious. "The first quarter will be split of Vectors and Kinematics in Physics."
What in the fuck did she did just say? Did our teacher actually know what she was talking about? I could see Belle quickly take out her notebook. Well at least somebody was excited.
"Do you even know how to spell Kinematics?" a challenging voice yelled from the back.
I looked over to the asshole Richie who was giving his friends high fives being the first one to test the new teacher. The rest of the class snickered minus Belle and I. She fell silent.
Well the school thought they found a new physics teacher. But just as I thought she was going to cry and run away from humiliation, she smiled. Shutting up everyone.
It was a full smile.
Kind of scary.
I mean you just got slammed on, and you're going to smile? Maybe I was wrong.
"What's your name young man." she asked getting up from her chair and walking over to him. Well more like glided. I don't know how she walked in those fucking things.
"Richie Carson the 3rd." he smiled as if he just scored the winning the goal at a game.
"Richie. As in Richard. As in Dick Carson the 3rd."
The whole class chuckled. Did she just shut him down, by calling him a dick? So she will be able to hold her own. I take back my statement.
"It's a family name." he mumbled under his breath causing the class to erupt louder in laughter.
"Well Mr. Family Name, I will not tolerate interrupting. I will not tolerate back talk. I will not tolerate snide comments from teenagers. In my class, you sit down, you will take notes on the lesson, and if you have a question that is classroom appropriate, then you raise your hand, wait for me to call on you then you may speak. If that doesn't sit well with you, we can see about a transfer."
Her tone was unwavering. She towered over him, and he sank further into his chair with his arms crossed and his face flushed.
"I'll stay Ms."
"Ms…."
"Ms. Mills."
She nodded her head and turned her attention back to the rest of us. Forgetting about my word to keep my eyes to the ground, hers found mine and I couldn't breathe. A smirk crossed her lips and as quickly she looked me, her eyes left mine staring at the students one by one.
I guess I wasn't special.
This was an intimidation stare. One lots of teachers try, but fail miserably. Ms. Mills on the other hand had this down.
"This goes for the rest of you. I want to make this as fun as possible, as I know physics can be boring, but I won't deal with inappropriate behavior."
Ms. Mills made her way back to the front of the room and grabbed a stack of papers that were sitting on her desk. I'm assuming those were the syllabus's.
"Now as for your question Richie I know a lot about physics-"
I tuned out the rest of her voice not being unable to rip the thoughts of her eyes boring into mine even if it was only for a second. My bulge pressed painfully against my pants at the sheer memory of her brown eyes I and sighed in frustration. My ears grasped different words like test and homework, and something cellphones, but beyond that I was numb to her words. Not even focused on the lesson plan.
No, because I'm too focused on the bulge in my pants.
If this is how the rest of the year will go, I'm going to tank hard. I don't want physics to be on my college application.