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"It's not like this is the mathematical musical missives of the multiverse.", the English teacher scolded Bonnie. "It's your native mortal language. How hard is it to read a single one of Cantebury's tales?"

"But it's booo-ring.", the soon to be super-senior complained.

The teacher stood to her full impressive height. Her fire red hair blazed with unsubtle fury. She nearly lit the room with her mere presence more than the sunlight pouring through the windows. The woman shoved the oak teacher's desk out of her way and slammed her hands down on Bonnie's student desk. "Despite your attempts to make me take comfort in the final rewards that await you, as a teacher it is my job to teach you. If one of your other instructors had held to that, perhaps you would not be in summer school. And that's ex/"

"That's the bell!", Bonnie pointed out. "Buh-bye!" The girl shoved everything off her desk and into an large purse before speeding out of the class room.

2

"Thank God!", Bonnie told Tara. "I can not get to my boyfriend's helicopter fast enough."

Tara had greeted her with a smile but then frowned. "I don't know if I'm really in the mood, since Ron and all..."

Bonnie glared at her. "There hasn't been a time that I...I mean, we needed to escape to an exotic island more. That bitch just keeps grating me. It's like my fate to just be rubbed the wrong way by every redhead on the planet."

Tara admonished. "You're just kidding. There's no way a teacher could be that ba...who is that?

"She..she's wondrous!"

Bonnie scoffed. "Poetic much? And besides, I thought you were still dating a boy, Jason, right?"

"No!", Tara objected. "And I'm back with Josh now. But what I mean is...well, just look at her."

Bonnie turned and immediately rolled her eyes. "That's the English teacher: Ms. Angels."

The woman in question walked as fast as her careful business suit would allow. Then she spotted the look in Tara's eyes. She dropped her brief case and brought her hands behind her and then above her head. The teacher seemed to have assured herself and then awkwardly attempted to cover it as fixing her untamed mane.

Before the woman could, Tara was already stooping to retrieve her briefcase. "Here you are, Ms. Angels.", she said brightly.

The woman seemed to be as impressed with Tara as Tara was with her. "Why thank you, Tara Strong. Please, call me Angela."

"Oh, I couldn't.", Tara gasped.

"Glad you can't gotta run.", Bonnie told her after closing the distance.

Angela glared at her. "Just remember your pool side fun in your...hotter future, Ms. Rockwaller."

"Yes, whatever Ms. Angels.", Bonnie dismissed. "Come on, Tara."

Angela reached out to touch Tara on the arm, just to touch her. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

"I will, Ms. Angels.", Tara called out as Bonnie finally dragged her away.

The red head licked her lips and held a hungry stare after Tara. But once the girl was gone, she shook her head as if to clear it. Then the determined scowl came back.