A/N Thanks for the helpful reviews. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter but I hope you enjoy! (Btw, Nabians, "Ms." is used regardless of martial status, "Mrs." is used if the woman is married)
I arrive at school after a morning of begging Lauren to stop by Dunkin Donuts for Ms. Raudenfeld. I usually don't get a ride from her, but she has cheer practice quite early and I figured it gives me the perfect opportunity to stop by a certain blonde's classroom in the morning. I know it's quite weird that I'm best friends with popular, outgoing people like Shane and Lauren, but we all get along really well. Shane and I became friends first, when he came up to me in 4th grade and asked me if my hair color was natural. We've been partners in crime ever since. As for Lauren, she moved here during 6th grade year, and as soon as Shane laid his eyes on the bratty blonde republican, we were all our own little family. We all bonded over fashion, cute boys and cheesy romantic comedies. It was really no surprise whenever Shane came out near the end of 4th grade, considering he'd always harshly criticize Katherine Hargrove's outfit choices behind her back and always get flustered when Harry Chapman would sit with us at lunch. It was kind of awkward between Lauren and I when I came out as bisexual in tenth grade though, considering she came from a home where people like me weren't exactly accepted. We eventually got past the 'uncomfortable' phase and were back to normal.
Recovering from my nostalgic thoughts, I say my farewells to Lauren and head to my young teacher's classroom with a box of donuts in hand. On the way there, I see the person I've been dreading to see. Reagan fucking Lopez at her locker. Her head jerks my way when I clear my throat.
"Well look who it is. Karmen Ashcroft." She says with a smirk.
"Uhh, look, 'Reagan', my name is Karma. Kar-ma." I emphasize the 'a'.
"Whatever, Asscroft. I saw what you were doing yesterday with the smoking hot history teacher. Pretending to be soooo interested in history, shamelessly flirting with her. You were practically screaming 'notice me, notice me!'. It was pretty pathetic, even for you." She retorts with disgust.
"First of all, I wasn't flirting with her. She's a teacher; that's completely inappropriate. And you think I'm pathetic? I'm pretty you were the one being her servant, insisting you do everything!" I dramatize. I can't believe she called me pathetic! Was she even aware of her actions? And she thinks I like Amy? I would never go that level with a staff member.
"Whatever. I know you have a thing for the teachers here. Always trying to become someone's teacher's pet. Well guess what? Not gonna happen with that blonde beauty. You're not coming between me and Ms. Raudenfeld." She huffs out in frustration.
"We'll see about that, Raven." I turn around as smugly as ever and head to Ms. Raudenfeld's classroom. I totally have no intentions of getting with my teacher. I mean, yes she's gorgeous, but she's a teacher. There are laws against it! I would never have a crush on a teacher. Right?
Amy POV
I arrive to Hester a little bit early so I can look over my lesson plans. I turn the corner of the hallway, heading to my classroom when-BAM! I suddenly feel someone's body weight collide with mine.
"Oh crap! I'm so sorry!" I immediately apologize and start picking up the papers that went flying when we knocked into each other like a bull and its matador.
"No no, it's my fault. I was in a hurry to copy some of these worksheets. I'm sorry" I hear a deep voice reciprocate. I look up to see a handsome man with thick black glasses.
"I'm Ms. Amy Raudenfeld by the way." I say shyly and hand him his papers.
"Oliver o'Brien. You're new here, right?" I nod and he extends his hand for a shake."Welcome to Hester High! Sorry about the rude way of meeting though."
"It's no problem. I better go though, gotta look over some lesson plans. See you around." He says goodbye and we go our separate ways.
I'm halfway through organizing all my papers for the week when I hear a knock on my door.
"Come in!" I say in a raised voice. To my surprise I see Karma Ashcroft, an exquisite student in my 6th period.
"Hey, Ms. Raudenfeld, am I interrupting?" She asks politely. She's so adorable.
"Not at all Karma, what's up?"
"Well I stopped by Dunkin Donuts this morning and I figured I could bring some for you." She says with a shy smile. I can't believe it, how the hell did she know I have a donut obsession? She then shows me the box of delicious fried pastries and my mouth waters. Damn it, those quizzes kept me up last night and I didn't get to eat breakfast this morning.
"Well Karma, you didn't have to do that! I never do refuse free food though, so thank you very much!" She then triumphantly hands me the box and I devour a sprinkled donut with an embarrassing moan.
"Sorry, didn't have any breakfast." I say sheepishly. She just chuckles. I could listen to it all day, to be honest. Did I just think that? "Thank you so much Karma. You're quite the student. That talk yesterday about history was very inspiring! It's not often I find someone who shares my love for history." I say with admiration. It's true, not many people appreciate this subject, it was amazing when I found out the auburn-haired girl loves it as much as I do. Her face contorts a bit before responding.
"Oh, yeah," She chuckles a bit nervously. "I've always been interested in the past and stuff" she attempts to elaborate. I look at her a bit quizzically before shooting her a smile. "Do you mind if I wait in here until it's time for 1st period? I mean I have a book and I can just sit here and read." She waves a copy of 'The Great Gatsby' around. Wow, I love that book!
"Of course not Karma, feel free to stay." She hums in content and dives into her book.
Karma POV
Her eyes lit up whenever she saw what book I'm "reading". (By reading I mean secretly scheming how to make Reagan jealous!) I knew I picked the perfect one!
I get to scheme 4 when Amy and I are startled from the comfortable silence by a knock at the door.
"Come in!" She encourages. The door creaks open to reveal the one and only Reagan. Juuuust great.
"Hey Ms. Raudenfeld! I just wanted to drop by to see my favorite teacher before the day starts!" She beams. She discretely winks at me and I feel my blood boil. "I also thought you might want something to eat? I brought some apples with peanut butter." She proceeds to take the contents out of her bag.
Ms. Raudenfeld shifts uncomfortably until she gives an apologetic smile.
"I thoroughly appreciate the gesture, Reagan. Unfortunately I'm highly allergic to peanut butter. The thought means a lot though." She reassures. Reagan's face falls a bit.
"Oh it's alright Raven, you didn't know. Besides, I gave Ms. Raudenfeld some donuts already. Don't worry!" I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Her expression falters and she musters a small smile.
"Oh...uh...I'm sorry." Is all that comes out of her mouth. We have a bit of a stare down until the tall teacher clears her throat. Our heads whip back to her, and you can tell she is quite amused by the tension between Reagan and I.
"Okay girls, it's almost time to get to class. Thank you for everything, see you 6th period!" She says and before I know it we're out the door. I head to first period before Reagan can even say a word.
"Oh my God, Karmakins!"
We're at my house, watching 'Twilight' and throwing popcorn at the screen every once in a while. I just told Lolo and Shane about my encounters with Reagan.
"We're so getting at her for attacking you like that!" Lolo chimes.
"Yup, cause no one's gonna be suspicious when I stop a couple thousand pound truck in the middle of the school parking lot! It's totally normal!" Shane commentates the scene in the movie, trying to pay attention to 2 things at once.
"I already have a few schemes in mind." I ignore Shane's little rant. "You guys are totally helping me out. Now, enough about my geeky drama. Shane, tell us about you and Dannyyyy" I sing-song the name. Shane immediately lights up and begins talking about his latest boy-toy, Daniel Porter.
We spend the rest of the night eating cake icing (more like Shane and I eating icing, Lauren refuses to have that much sugar in her) and complaining about Bella's breathing habits.
This is one of the few things I love more than being a teacher's pet. Just one of the few. Another one is thinking about a certain blonde before I fall asleep.