Disclaimer: I don't own Despicable Me or any of it's characters. I only own Evelyn Tate, my OC.
Summary: Evelyn Tate has her life jam packed with work, college, and dance, yet her motherly nature wont let her rest long enough to watch her students new adoptive father ruin the girls lives. Eventual Gru/OC
Chapter 1
The Frenzy of a College Student
"That is all for today" Dr. Nefario shooed us away with the swish of his hand. The old coot most likely would have been a great teacher if I had, had him twenty years ago. His old age greatly affected his ability to hear, keep a steady train of thought, and to stay awake. Minus all the aging inconveniences he was one of the smartest men I've ever known. I've always enjoyed chemistry and have passed by with flying colors but this was the first chemistry class I've taken where he presented us with thought-provoking situations. I was glad to finish up my education with a man like him instructing me.
As everyone leisurely packed up their belongings I raced out of the room as quickly as my legs would allow me already pulling my hair up into a bun as tightly as possible. Racing across the campus to the parking lot took about five minutes. I threw my tote bag containing my classwork and notes into the backseat and speeded twenty miles over the speed limit since the cops had nearly never seemed to notice anything around the town. I reached my destination twenty minutes later with an extra five minutes to get ready. Frazzled and hot from the warm spring sun I took a brief moment to review why I had picked such a difficult job to get to until the delightful voices of my own students drew my attention.
"Bonjour Madam Evelyn" a classroom full of tiny tutu's and large smiles greeted me as I entered. My heart and any previous regret melted away as I returned their greeting and proceeded to the sound system where I connected my iPod with the speakers. Teaching dance was not my main goal in life, but it was a passion that I was able to share with young children who for the most part shared the dream to become a prima ballerina when they grew up. I quickly counted heads as the girls all found a spot at the barre and began a quick plié routine. Three were missing. I found that odd since five other girls in the class carpool along with the three missing girls since they came from the same orphanage. The studio had offered free ballet classes for any girls living at 'Miss Hattie's Home for Girls.'
After fifteen minutes of the class had gone by and we had already moved on to rond de jambes, the three girls I had been curious about rushed into the room smiling and quickly took the empty spots at the barre. Agnes and Margo both had their hair sloppily thrown up into a ponytail, while Edith still wore her pink beanie. The situation was odd since Miss Hattie was very precise about how the children came into the class afraid that she would lose the free classes for the girls (and any future credit for raising a star performer). I noticed out of the corner of my eye a new observer that I had never seen before. A tall man with an abnormally large nose sat down with the girls' bags with a large sigh. Typical.
I allowed the girls to stretch themselves before we moved on to center adagio, mainly so that I could get some answers out of the three little muskrateers. I had trained each of them since I was only seventeen; Margo was one of my first students.
After calling them over and beginning to work on their hair I began my questioning.
"So would you three like to explain why you were late today" I looked up at Margo and Edith over Agnes' tiny bun in progress.
"We had an argument with Gru" Margo shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as I switched Agnes for Edith. I grabbed the forbidden beanie off her head and chucked it over to the tall guy who walked in the girls. He shot a cold glare in my direction.
"Who's Gru" I asked pulling a very reluctant Edith closer so that I could get a good grip on her unruly hair.
"He's our new dad" Agnes happily announced trying to pull her leg up as closely to her face as she could. Margo rolled her eyes and huffed.
"He's not our dad, and we were late because he wanted us to go sell cookies instead of coming" she put her hands on her hips and looked over in his direction. Edith squirmed as I dug two bobby pins into her bun then switched her for Margo.
"May I have a ticket to the recital to give to Gru" Agnes asked after falling out of her attempted heel stretch for the twentieth time. I smiled and handed her a pink ticket from the shelf where the speakers were also placed after quickly finishing Margo's bun. Gathering all the girls back together, I began to instruct them on the adagio piece I wanted to work on. Agnes weaseled herself away somehow over to the parent's observation room and handed the ticket over to their adoptive father. I watched from the corner of my eye as the large man held out his pinky to the tiny ballerina. I could practically feel the tidal wave of estrogen that the dance moms suddenly demonstrated at the sight of the only man on the premises acting sweetly(ish) with his daughter.
"Good job girls, now try again… except this time really try to remember to point your toes" I demonstrated by pointing my own foot out in front of me.
The rest of class progressed well and we ended on a good note having finished the choreography of their recital performance, all that was left to do was to rehearse it repeatedly. As Agnes, Margo, and Edith leisurely walked towards their new guardian, he was more quick to leave… That was until I stopped him.
"Excuse me" I placed a hand on his shoulder, "Mr…"
"Gru, just call me Gru" he turned around removing my hand from his shoulder himself. I raised my eyebrows at him feeling a strong sense of resentment towards him at the moment.
"Hello… Gru, I am Ms. Evelyn Tate. First I would like to explain how pleased I am that you are going to let the girls continue their training and education here. Secondly I would like to go over a few rules that the girl must abide to over the next few weeks." He sighed as Agnes began to hang off his leg as if he were a jungle gym. I could see that he was not paying attention to what I had to say but I continued to explain what I needed to.
"Class begins at 4p.m. sharp every Monday and Thursday. They must arrive in the proper attire which includes a tight, neat, ballet bun, and that means no hats" I smirked and looked down towards my left where Edith smiled knowing she had been caught and took the pink material from my hand and happily placed it on her head.
"Then we weill be here Thursday Miss…" He began to drag Edith and Agnes out of the room while they each clung to a leg before looking back at me with almost a mocking stare.
"Tate" I smiled knowing that my eyes contradicted my smiling lips. As the door closed I quickly displayed a hand motion in his general direction that summed up my thoughts on the man. Poor kids.
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