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Bella's POV
There I was in the classroom, correcting papers and checking for names, you know, the usual. I was a parent volunteer for Renesmee's school and apparently her teacher was Mike Newton. I sighed, saddened by the fact that my precious daughter had recieved such an annoying person for a teacher.
I went back to correcting my papers when I heard a few students, including Renesmee, snickering and giggling. Yet, I thought nothing of it. It was normal behavior for the children. I figured they would stop eventually, but what happened was quite the contrary. Instead of stopping, they continued and became louder.
That was odd. They usually stopped laughing after a few minutes. I pondered on the thought. As I continued grading papers, I distinctly heard Mike telling everyone to quiet down and they did, but only for a short while. Mike winked at me and I held back a disgusted shudder. He still flirted and hitted on me when he knew I was happily married to Edward! Oh the nerve of him...
The kids once again started giggling like mad and Mike tried to quiet them down, but for the kids, it was the last straw. They started roaring with laughter. As I turned my head to see what had caused the commotion, I saw a flash of rubber ducks.
When I realized it was Mike's boxers, I averted my eyes elsewhere, my face burning red with embarassment. Mike had gotten the wrong idea and thought I was checking out his butt so he winked at me and did the gesture that clearly said, 'Call me!'
However, when Mike looked down, he yelled in shock. He tried to desperately cover his boxers, but only succeeded in making the rip in his pants larger. The kids' laughter bounced off the walls and I let some of my own giggles escape. He called Angela Webber, the substitute, and asked her to take over the class for about 20 minutes while he went home to change his pants. She immediately came into the room, but when she caught site of Mike's boxers, her face turned as red as a tomato as she tried to look anywhere but at Mike. We caught each other's eye and giggled silently.
Mike rushed by me, but it seems he thinks he hasn't lost his dignity seeing as he still was cheeky enough to wink at me flirtatiously...at least, that's what he thought it looked like. To me, it looked more like a dog trying to get something off its face. As I turned back to the papers to correct while Angela resumed the lesson, only one thought crossed my mind. Why on earth would Mike wear pink rubber ducks?