Hey! This is a fun one-shot, I think!
Once again: here's the roster:
Nina: School Nurse
Fabian: History teacher
Patricia: Guidance Counselor
Eddie: French teacher
Amber: Fashion (Elective) teacher/Substitute
Alfie: English teacher
Jerome: Business Studies teacher
Joy: Journalism/English teacher
Mara: Science/Math(s) teacher (mostly science)
Mick: Head Coach
KT: Drama teacher
Willow: Art teacher
Time for some Peddie fun! Make sure to drop requests for friendships/pairings and any teacher/school situations you want to see. Enjoy!
"Miss Williamson?"
Patricia looked up from her laptop and promptly groaned, half-closing the computer. "Julian, again? Really? This is the fourth time this week."
Julian bounced from foot to foot, looking only slightly sheepish as he brandished a piece of paper. "I have a pass."
She sighed, rubbing her temples. "So you've had every day. Here, give it to me," Patricia demanded, taking the pass, which Julian handed to her. "Let me guess: Monsieur Miller. Ah," she continued, reading the signature, "of course he did. Tell me, Julian,"—he made a confirmative noise—"do you hate French class or does M. Miller hate you?"
Julian gave a non-committal shrug. "Both, I think. He's pretty much got a pass ready for me when I walk in the door."
Patricia smiled tightly. "Does he, now? Well," she took a piece of paper from her drawer and scribbled a note out, ripping it off her notepad to hand to the student, "now, it's my turn. Take this back to class, and give it to your teacher. I don't want you down here unless you have a real problem."
"What? No, I have a pass! I'm allowed to be here."
Patricia drummed her fingers impatiently against the desk. "Not four days in a row, idio—Julian." She caught herself at the last moment, not wanting another complaint filed with the headmaster for name-calling. Mr. Sweet wasn't very understanding of her excuse that "The student really was being a slimeball!"
"You can't do that, though! You're supposed to let me stay down here if I have a note."
"What're you going to do?" Patricia asked dryly. "Report me to Guidance?"
Julian huffed, defeated, and snatched the note from between her fingers, storming out the door.
Patricia rolled her eyes again, reopening her laptop and hitting the space bar. The Epic Fails of 2021 video resumed.
There was a knock at her office door at the end of the day while she was packing up, and Patricia called for the individual to come in without looking up from her bag.
"Really, Yacker? 'Stop sending your failures to me to deal with, Weaselface.'?" Eddie's voice grated from the doorway, and Patricia grimaced.
"Stop giving me goofy nicknames," she snapped, choosing to ignore the rest of his words. She turned to face him, bracing her hands behind her on the do
Eddie snorted, moving further into her office, and thus into her space. "Stop doing goofy stuff."
"There's nothing goofy about not wanting to deal with students who don't have an actual reason for wasting my time. I have more important things to do than deal with lazy, loser kids. Or you, for that matter!" Patricia defended shortly, narrowing her eyes. "Julian is your problem during your French class, not mine."
"You don't understand how unbearable this kid is, Yacker," Eddie groaned. "He just grates on my nerves, and his pronunciation is just—gah! He does not belong in a high-level class."
Patricia was unimpressed. "Not my problem, Eddie. Send him to Mr. Sweet if you really want him out of your hair."
Eddie raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you in charge of managing students' schedules?"
She waved her hand dismissively, turning back to her packing. "Subtext. In any case, unless they have an appointment for an actual issue regarding education, don't send them to me. Or I'll have to schedule another official meeting, and you and I both know how boring those are."
This was not the first issue Eddie had with Guidance—with her specifically. They'd had many of these similar discussions before, and Patricia was starting to think he was causing problems on purpose just to bother her.
"Well," said Eddie, creeping ever closer, "how about we make it an unofficial meeting. Let me take you out."
"With a gun, I hope?" Patricia quipped, before realizing exactly what he'd just said. "Wait, what? Me? Us?"
Eddie suddenly looked nervous, leaning away a little. That was very uncharacteristic, and Patricia suddenly felt as though the air was still in the little office. "I mean...if you wanna," he backtracked, much less suave than before.
She bit her lip, averting her eyes. When she was a kid, she would have made a witty remark, pretended she hated him and called it a day. But she had to admit...he was pretty cute...and she didn't really hate him. And apparently, he didn't hate Patricia either. Did he maybe keep picking a fight with Guidance to see her?
Patricia made up her mind. "...Sure. Okay, sure. Just let me know, yeah?"
Eddie's face shifted from nervous to surprised to a barely contained grin. "Okay!" he exclaimed, sounding delighted. "It's a date, Yacker!"
"Don't get too ahead of yourself," she cautioned, punching him awkwardly on the shoulder.; he laughed softly. "And don't send me any more of your rejects!" She paused. "And stop calling me 'Yacker'!" Patricia called as an afterthought, only half joking.
He flashed a wink in her direction, backing out of the office, and she was once again surprised at this turn of events. "Wouldn't dream of it, Patricia."
