AN: I don't own Bad Education, or anything else you may recognise. I just own Clementine.
A Few Days Later...
Clementine's POV
Alfie drunkenly stumbled out of our dad's car, pulling his hood up. I rolled my eyes, as I climbed out after him. Throwing a glare at him and crossing my arms, I followed him out and towards the school entrance. "Stop judging me." Alfie stated, looking back me with slightly bloodshot eyes. I raised my hands innocently.
"I'm not judging you, Alf. I already think you're an idiot." I admitted, as he let out a groan.
"Don't be so loud, Clementine." He complained, as we walked past Pickwell. She glanced at me, and pulled down Alfie's hood.
"Miss Wickers." She commented, as I looked up at her. "Fraser wants to see you." I nodded in response, as the pair of us continued walking. Alfie almost immediately pulled his hood back up, causing me to let out a sigh. "Why don't you go and see your boyfriend, Clementine, and stop sighing at me?" He inquired, clutching his head. I raised an eyebrow, and commented, "First off, could you not call me Clementine? You make me feel like an old woman. Secondly, he is not my boyfriend, and he never will be. Finally, no. I'm gonna make sure you get to your class. We both know what happened the last time you showed up at school hungover. I still have scorch marks on my classroom ceiling." Alfie rolled his eyes.
"You're never going to forget that, are you?" He questioned dryly, as I stared at him. "I'm not a child, Clem."
"I know." I admitted, pushing his hood down with my right hand. "I'm sorry. I just worry about you." Alfie took hold of my hand briefly, after glancing around and making sure there was no sign of Grayson. "I know you do. But I'm fine, now. The kids respect me here." He insisted, as I tilted my head sceptically.
"What about Grayson?" I inquired. "Or Mitchell? Or Rem Dogg? Or..." He placed his hand over my mouth, thus making me quiet.
"Shush!" He snapped. "You're giving me a headache. Now, go and see your boyfriend before I drag you there." I sighed, and lightly kissed his cheek.
"Fine. Later, Alfred." I bid him farewell, and made my way to Fraser's office. God knows what he wanted. He probably wanted me to support his latest hare-brained scheme to turn the school into a roller disco or something. Upon reaching the familiar white door of Fraser's office, I knocked softly. My knuckles brushed against the door for a moment, as I bit my lip. "Enter!" Fraser's voice called, as I hesitantly pushed open the office door.
"Pickwell said you wanted to see me?" I inquired, stepping into the room. Almost immediately, I was greeted by a strange sight. Instead of being sat on a chair, like a normal person, Fraser was sat on a bright pink exercise ball. He glanced at me, and grinned. "Tangerine!" He greeted, picking up the blue ball beside him. He threw it towards me, and I somehow half caught it. "Sit down, I need a mo of your time." I nodded, and placed the ball on the floor.
"If this is about Alfie, it was a mistake." I insisted, as I attempted to balance on the surface of the ball. "He didn't mean to lock Joe in the cupboard. Mitchell nicked the key."
"Woah, woah! Calm it, Clem. This has got nothing to do with your bro. I need your advice." Fraser demanded, as I tilted my head slightly.
"OK... Why me?" I questioned. "Why not Pickwell? She's much wiser than I am." I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear nervously, wondering what exactly he wanted me to help him with. "I doubt she could help me. I need your help with Miss Gulliver."
Oh. Of course he did.
"Rosie?" I questioned. "What about her?" I didn't even need to hear the answer, I already knew.
"As the wise Beyoncé once said, she is a single lady and I would like to put a ring on it." He replied, as I bit my lip. I let out a nervous laugh, and ran a hand through my hair. "Yeah, you and Rosie. Sure." I mumbled to myself, trying not to seem too awkward. As I did so, Fraser tilted his head slightly.
"Are you alright, Clem?" He asked. "You seem a tad... off." I fake-smiled and nodded. Before I could reply, I slid off the exercise ball and hit the floor with a thud. I bit back my swearing fit, and sat up. "I'm fine." I insisted, standing back up as soon as I could. I smoothed down my skirt viciously, the material getting caught on my nails, as I asked, "Can I go? I have a class to teach. If you're that desperate for my help, I can meet you at lunch. Or ask Alfie. He's good at that sort of thing." Fraser nodded, and I went to leave his office. "Are you sure you're alright, Clementine?" I kept my back to him, but nodded regardless. Wrapping my jacket tighter around myself, I left his office and shut the door behind me. Biting my tongue, I begun to walk to my first lesson of the day. I'd lose myself in Othello, like always, and then I'd be fine. I totally wasn't jealous. I don't do jealousy. I was only mad because I knew that Alfie liked Rosie. I knew from the start that Fraser would like Rosie too, I mean, I couldn't blame him.
Rosie was everything I wasn't. I was socially awkward, I had a tendency to ramble and I could be far too serious at times. Letting out a sigh and ruffling my hair, I entered my first class of the day. "Sorry I'm late." I apologised. "Fraser wanted to see me."
"Is that why you look like you just crawled out of a ditch, Miss?" One of my students, Brenna, asked. I turned to face her, and raised an eyebrow.
"No, Brenna, I'm not meeting your father until this evening." I returned, as most of the class let out a laugh. That joke didn't even make sense, but I suppose I should just roll with it. "That reminds me, everybody's parents are coming to parent's evening, right?" The class went to reply, but we were interrupted by Pickwell barging into my classroom. I turned to face her, and inquired, "Can I help you?" "Where are the papers, Miss Wickers?" She replied, getting immediately to the point.
"Papers? What..." I trailed off, realising what papers she was talking about. "Oh."
"Shall we do this in my office, Miss Wickers?" She inquired, and I nodded.
"Yes Miss Pickwell." I replied. "In my absence, guys, just read chapters 3-10 of the textbooks on the shelves. Or whatever. I don't really care."
"Yes, Miss." The class faithfully chorused back, as I begun to follow Pickwell to her office.
I was screwed.
AN: And I'm going to end it there! Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed! The question of this chapter is what do you think of Clementine and Alfie's relationship? I've tried my hardest to make it realistic, and I'm gonna keep building on their relationship. Also, do you guys just want me to do series 1? Or should I keep going and include series 2 and 3? Please let me know what you think, and I'll see you in the next one!
