(It's in Simpson's Point of View) - Oh and after an hour of research, I still couldn't find Ms. Kwan's first name so I gave her one. Carissima. It means 'dearest' in Latin. Don't like it? Like the song says, 'Get-Get-Get-Get-Get over it.'
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Part Seven
~The shit has really hit the fan now ~ He thought.
Archie Simpson was sweating. The room had suddenly become very close and very hot. A student had found him and a fellow teacher in the faculty's closet having relations.
Besides the fact that he could get fired if it got out... this could seriously affect his relationship with Christine Nelson.
But it was all harmless. There really was no 'it' to begin with. He and Carissima Kwan had had a mutual agreement. They would have this small affair, expecting no attachments or commitments. Really, it was just an occasional, emotionless fuck every once and a while.
Archie had been happy because this was cheaper then paying for some random prostitute. And could trust Carissima not to say anything.
Carissima had been happy because she _needed_ this. With her husband sexually inactive because of his sickness, she had been going mad. Archie had offered sex one late night while they were going over scheduling. Carissima had accepted.
They had thought they were safe, and not just because he used a condom(A/N:tee hee). They had done it before in that very same closet and various other places. They really hadn't expected anyone; they had done this too many times before. It had been perfect.
Then that student had walked in on them and his world had been turned upside-down. The strange thing was, despite having just ruined his life; Archie Simpson couldn't for the life of him remember where he had seen this particular student before.
So he was looking for any information -or dirt- he could find. That is why he was in his office on his computer searching through the school records. It wasn't illegal. He was a teacher and had the right to do this. The only problem was, why.
He typed in his username and password and clicked the 'enter' key. After wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand, he began his search.
"Amy... Amys..." he muttered. "What the hell is that name? God damn it!" He knew that this was one of his students from one of his tech classes. But there were so many students because of the overcrowding, even halfway through the school year he didn't know a few of their names. Especially the names of these quiet ones.
"God damn it!" He said again. The student really hadn't said that it was 'Amys', but it just didn't sound right. Where did he know that face from...? Squinting at the computer screen, a frantic Archie Simpson tried to think.
He had it! This was the same student who had spilled water all over one of the brand-new keyboards. God he had been pissed! That was also the same day he and Carissima had done it in the back seat of his car.
Archie clicked on the kid's profile and was shocked at what he found. Reading aloud, "...Suffers from severe panic disorder, depersonalization disorder, and Bipolar I. What a fucking freak! …Suffers from a withdrawal from society. Damn it!"
If he tried to spend a special amount of time with this student and someone found these records, he could get into some serious trouble. You weren't supposed to mess with the psychos.
You were supposed to leave it up to the 'specialists' -who by the way, this student wasn't spending any time with. Archie was a goddamn teacher though, what more experience did you need?
He checked the grades next. "Fucking average. All C's." So he couldn't make his case about being too dumb or too smart. Or as society would call it, 'challenged' or 'gifted'. That left the behavior records. Entering into the file, he liked what he saw.
"Huh." He grunted. "Twelve un-excused absences, twenty-three detentions, and one three day suspension. Behavior problems of course, the usual fights, language, and insolence towards others. Huh. This is interesting. Was caught up in a police raid at home twelve years ago."
Archie did the math. "Must have been about three. No family except one older brother, Corbin, 24. Caught smoking and drinking at a party three years ago."
There was a noise. He looked up and saw Carissima Kwan shutting the door.
"Well?" She asked.
"Looks kind of grim." Archie Simpson said. "This kid has really got us by the balls."
"Shit."
"Do you have any classes or anything?" Archie asked, pointing at the screen. "It says here twenty-three detentions. Serve any with you?"
Carissima Kwan walked over to Archie Simpson leaned over and started reading the screen.
"Hmm..." she said. "Yeah, sounds familiar. Nicknamed "Coat Freak" or something, gets picked on a lot. I knew there were problems but... bipolar I... God, that means to have experienced probably one depressive episode and a full-blown manic episode. This is the kind of shit that leads to suicide. Crap. It lists Gavin Mason as a usual aggressor. This is not good Archie. Gavin can overdo it sometimes, and from what I've just read... well, if he were to go to far I think this kid would snap. The last thing we need right now is a fight. What, with the board up our asses and the overcrowding... we could get into some serious trouble with the parents. Something should have been done even if this kid hadn't... well... you know, walked in on us."
Archie Simpson looked up at Carissima Kwan who was still leaning over his shoulder and reading. "So what should we do...?"
"I have no idea Archie. I have no fucking idea."
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fun times y'all...