Discovering Duo
" Can I help you,. Mz Garcia.?"he piped out from
behind me.
Startled, I bumped my knee on the locker door. I
crouched there for a moment, trying to numb my aching
knee and at the same time quashing the idea of
dangling someone's leg out of the window. Preferably
,the owner of the voice who caused this pain in the
first place.
I closed my eyes and blew out some air. Then with a
smile ( as a teacher, I have to act like I am made of
superhuman stuff - I am beyond physical pain ) I
greeted my young visitor as much dignity as I can
muster at the moment.
" Why good morning to you, too, Duo dear." That is a
reminder to him that he has forgotten his manners and
needed to be reminded of. Constantly.
" Okay, good morning, Mz Garcia" he amended with a
cheeky grin, eyes fully aware of my discomfort (
sometimes I swear that he does this intentionally to
prove to himself and to myself I'm still made of flesh
and pain nerves ) ".Can I help you with your locker door?"
*Typical Dou. If he set his mind to it- even a squad
of Leos wouldn't budge him from this frame of mind. An
attitude that makes me glad for him and at the same
time, makes me worry for him.*
"Thanks anyway. Duo. But I doubt if you can do
anything with it." I tried to open my locker door
using a paperclip. Without success.
Duo looked at me owlishly, "Would it be easier if you
just used your keys instead of a paperclip to open it?"
I sighed. He just wouldn't give up. So I decided to
tell him something for him to go away ." Well, Duo,
its like this ,trying to answer him without
embarrassing myself," I was shopping and a guy
accidentally pushed me . I dropped all my things and
he helped me, not knowing that ....."
"he was filching your bag without you noticing it" he
finished .Damn, you can't hide anything from the brat.
I think being in the streets sharpen him some bit.
" You can say that." I answered him defensively ." Or
I just left my keys in my home or I lost it somewhere else."
"Whatever." He just shrugged, meaning I'm not going to
win an argument from him. Period. Besides, he knows if
someone is telling him a lie or not. (I sometimes use
him to check the others if they're cheating or not
during exams)
I was about to formulate a scathing rebuke when the
school bell rang. " Damn !!!" I panicked", Open up you
damn door !!!" ( I belatedly forgot a basic etiquette
while around your pupils-no swearing. But can you
blame me now? )
"Look, Mz Garcia, I mean no disrespect- but I can help
you with that door if you'd let me" he insisted.. Big
saucer eyes pleading me to say yes.( Definitely, he
can use his eyes as weapons if needed. Who in their
right mind would refuse those angelic blue eyes anyway ?)
I just nodded and moved out of the way so that he can
have ample of space to work with. He jumped gleefully
and hugged me ( Hugged me??? !!! I didn't know that
this means so much to him. Mental note to myself -
make him feel needed .Always ). Afterwards, he took
something out of his shoulder length hair and inserted
it in the lock. After two clicks, my locker door opened.
"Mz Garcia, I am happy to report that your locker door
is open." He bowed to me in his Duosque way.
Somehow, I do not share in his enthusiasm. Rather, I
felt someone just sandbagged me.
I just discovered the culprit who's fiddling with
the vending machines after school hours.
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