AN: I don't own Bad Education, or anything else you may recognise. I just own Clementine. Also, this is set before the first episode of series 1.
Clementine's POV
"Alfie?" I questioned, leaning against the doorway of my brother's classroom. My brother immediately shot up from his slumped over position, and turned to face me. "Oh, it's you." He replied, resting his head on his arms once more. "Oh, it's lovely to see you too." I answered, entering his classroom. Chantelle, one of his pupils, shot a grin at me. "Hi, Clem." She said, happily, and I softly smiled back. "It's Miss to you. But, hello, Chantelle." I stated, as Alfie looked up at me with sleep in his eyes. "I thought you were Pickwell." He commented, as I raised an eyebrow. Isobel Pickwell was the deputy head of our school, and was therefore one of our bosses. She'd had it out for me and Alfie ever since we'd started working here, earlier this year. She believed Alfie wasn't a very good teacher, and therefore I had to be exactly like him. I let out a soft sigh, and perched on the end of Alfie's desk. "What do you want?" Alfie inquired, finally sitting up. I ran a hand through my hair, and bit my lip, not knowing how to say exactly what was on my mind. Alfie wasn't very good at taking things seriously, never mind being a confidant. "I need your help." I admitted, as a slight look of panic appeared in his eyes briefly. "Oh, no need to look so frightened. I'm not going to ask you to smuggle drugs for me or anything." I added, as Alfie let out a sigh of relief. "What is it?" He inquired, and stared down at my hands.
"I need your help with Fraser." I confessed, as I heard two of Alfie's pupils let out sniggers. I snapped around, and was not at all surprised to find out it was Mitchell and Rem Dogg. "Really?" I questioned. "How old are you, 5?"
"Sorry, Miss. I just can't imagine what you see in that prick." Mitchell answered, as I responded with a shrug. "Believe me, Mitchell, I ask myself the same thing every day. Anyway, Alfie. Do you want to finish off this discussion at lunch, when we're not in the presence of immature children?" My brother responded with a nod, and I pushed myself off his desk. "Coffee's on me." I added, before heading towards the door. "Oh, and Alfie? Pickwell's doing her rounds, so watch out." My brother gave me a grateful nod, as I headed into the corridor and turned around the corner. Almost immediately, I was knocked to the floor with a thud. "Ouch." I complained, making sure I hadn't injured anything.
"Miss Wickers." A familiar Scottish voice greeted, as I stared up to see Miss Pickwell and Fraser staring back at me. I bit my tongue to prevent myself from saying anything, as I got back on my feet. "Sorry." Fraser apologised, as I shook my head mutely.
"Shouldn't you be teaching, Wickers?" Pickwell questioned, as I shook my head once again.
"I have a free lesson, Miss." I replied timidly. "I was just with Alfie."
"Oh good. The terrible duo are meeting up again. What were you plotting this time? A plan to set fire to all the school's textbooks?" Pickwell questioned, as I stayed silent. I was never good with authority figures, and I knew that if I spoke more than I had to, I would get myself into trouble. My mouth had a tendency to be a tad...rebellious at times. Pickwell let out a noise of irritation, and stormed past me.
"Oh, the banter!" Fraser commented, letting out a laugh, as I clutched at my arm nervously. "It's not broken is it?" He asked, gesturing to my arm. "We really can't afford to pay out any more insurance after the Guantanamo Bay incident."
"No, Mr Fraser." I answered. A soft smile formed on his lips.
"Call me Fraser. Everybody does. Or, failing that, call me the king of comedy!" He jokingly commented, as I felt a smile pull at my lips. "There we go!" He exclaimed happily. "Knew I'd get you to smile." I laughed weakly, as I noticed how he was studying me. His bright green eyes paused on my own blue ones for a moment, as I noticed an unusual look in his eyes. It was very rare to see Fraser like this. He was normally like an excitable puppy, which was honestly what I loved about him. Sure sometimes, he could be inappropriate or act like an immature child, but most of time, he was one of the greatest men I'd ever met. "Sorry." He apologised, breaking our eye contact. I stared down at my hands, covering them with my jumper sleeves. "Has anybody ever said you look a lot like Alfie?" He inquired, and I nodded. To be honest, I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. Several people throughout the years had commented on how similar my brother and I looked. I was the elder, by 4 years, not that you'd know it. Alfie was always the one in control. That was why I'd ended up working here, as an English teacher, so that he could 'keep an eye on me'. Honestly, you'd swear I was a rebellious twelve year old, and not a relatively mature twenty-seven year old.
"Mr Fraser!" Pickwell called, ruining the moment of calm.
"I'd better get going." Fraser said, looking at me and lightly tapping my arm. "I'll see you around, Tangerine. Tell your bro I said hey." I rolled my eyes, letting out a faint laugh, before watching him chase after Pickwell. I let out a sigh to myself. There was no way I'd ever get Fraser to like me. He was too immature to actually enter any sort of serious relationship at all, let alone with me. No, he probably liked Alfie's crush, Rosie Gulliver. Everybody liked Rosie. There was only one shred of hope in my chest. If Fraser could grow up slightly, maybe then he'd notice me. I turned, only to be hit in the chest with a textbook. "Oi, Wickers!" The resident school bully, Frank Grayson, called to me as he began to walk towards me. I let out yet another sigh.
Today was really just going to be another ordinary day at Abbey Grove.
AN: And I'm going to end it there! Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed! Any feedback on this would be really appreciated, as I'm slightly nervous about it! What do you guys think of Clementine? I've tried to make her a believable character! If anyone is interested, the next chapter will be the beginning of episode 1 of season 1! I'm also not sure whether I should actually have Fraser and Clementine get together by the end of this series, or have their relationship be similar to Alfie and Rosie's, what do you think? Anyway, thanks for everything, and I'll see you in the next one!