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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chappy 5~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He held the door open for me as I slipped into the classroom. Right when I stepped my foot inside, the whole class sighed.
'What the heck?' I thought.
Scratch that. The whole class didn't sigh. It was actually the whole *female* portion.
They were all staring at me with dreamy eyes.
'Ok, I'm not the gay one here. What did I do? Get into a gay academy or something?'
"Spike!" A voice rang.
I inwardly blew out a sigh of relief. Ooh . . . Ok. Hot guy, standing behind me . . . They're all staring at Spike. Right. So they're not staring at *me*. Phew! Got it.
"Spike, so nice of you to join us!" The teacher exclaimed.
Weird thing was, the teacher didn't say that with any sarcasm. Nope. No sarcasm at all. That whole sentence was sarcasm-free.
This, might I stress, "female" teacher was busy fluffing her gray hair and straightening her knee-length skirt that showed of tons of flabby skin. She noticed her thick glasses were still on and she pulled them off quickly with an embarrassed grin.
Oh, please. Don't tell me she thinks Spike will actually notice her. The woman has *got* to be at least around her fifties . . . Besides, EW! She's old enough to be his mom! Yuck.
"Hello, Mrs. Furtado." Spike said, nodding his head at her.
She shook her head, "Uh, uh, uh!" She waved a finger at him, "That's *Miss* Furtado to you."
"Right." I coughed. Spike glared at me. I only gave him an innocent smile, shrugging.
"Actually, I've told you many times before to call me Sarah. Don't you remember, silly?" She teased, continuing her little chat with the young teenager.
I laughed at Spike's sad attempt at hiding his pained expression, but he narrowed his eyes at me once more. I covered my laugh with another cough. "Heh, sorry. Itchy throat . . ." I pointed at my neck.
He returned his attention to the teacher who was giving him a sly smile. He cleared his throat, "Uh . . . Yes. I remember. But Mrs. Furtado-"
"Sarah." The teacher and I said at the same time.
She said it to correct him, I said it to taunt him. What? I couldn't help it. It was funny the way he squirmed under the old teacher's gaze.
"Err . . . Sarah . . . I'm only here to show . . ." He trailed off, remembering that he didn't know my name.
"Me." I filled in for him, "He's only here to show me which classroom I'm in."
The teacher looked disappointed, "Oh . . . Is that it?" She looked thoughtful for a moment. She finally clasped her hands together, "Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"
She looked towards us, but she really didn't want an answer.
"Spike, I'm going to put you in *my* class." She announced.
I could see the poor lad's pout behind that plastic smile.
All the girls in the class squealed and cheered. Some called out and said "I love you."
"Well, well, well. Looks like I'm gonna be in this class, luv." He said through clenched teeth.
I giggled, "Yup."
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About an hour later, Spike hurriedly pushed himself out the door.
Gasping for breath, he hung his head low with hands on his knees.
He looked up from position, "Geez, pet. You could've at least *tried* to help me in there. Then I would be able to give you credit for 'trying'. But you didn't do a *thing*." He whined.
I was about to cross my arms over my chest, but noticed the three books that kept me from doing so. So I settled on raising an eyebrow at him, "What? You expect me to do *everything* for you?"
He shook his head, "Not everything. I just wanted a little bit of help, pet"
"A little help? With what?" I asked incredulously, "You looked like you were doing fine in the middle of that big huddle of girls."
He inhaled and exhaled, drawing in large amounts of air into his lungs. The poor guy looked messed.
He groaned, "Please don't remind me."
"You didn't enjoy it?" I teased, but slightly curious. I mean, any other guy would've loved the attention he got during that period, but I guess you wouldn't call him "any other guy."
"Of course I didn't!" He stated matter-of-factly.
I raised both eyebrows now, truly surprised, "Wow."
"Yeah." 'See? I'm not a slime ball. I don't like to use women . . .' Spike tried to convince himself. 'What the hell. I've used them all the time . . .'
I continued to stare at him, "Wow . . ."
"Yeah, pet. Surprise, surprise. I don't like having girls hanging all over me all the time."
I gave him an odd look and nodded slowly, "Huh. You must be *really* gay."
"Oh dear God . . ." He groaned.
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A/N: Aha! There's chapter 5. Sorry about the delay! *sheepish grin* Thanks to all those who bugged me about updating it. *giggles* And again, thanks for the reviews and for reading this!
Please be kind and review. =) That's all I ask . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chappy 5~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He held the door open for me as I slipped into the classroom. Right when I stepped my foot inside, the whole class sighed.
'What the heck?' I thought.
Scratch that. The whole class didn't sigh. It was actually the whole *female* portion.
They were all staring at me with dreamy eyes.
'Ok, I'm not the gay one here. What did I do? Get into a gay academy or something?'
"Spike!" A voice rang.
I inwardly blew out a sigh of relief. Ooh . . . Ok. Hot guy, standing behind me . . . They're all staring at Spike. Right. So they're not staring at *me*. Phew! Got it.
"Spike, so nice of you to join us!" The teacher exclaimed.
Weird thing was, the teacher didn't say that with any sarcasm. Nope. No sarcasm at all. That whole sentence was sarcasm-free.
This, might I stress, "female" teacher was busy fluffing her gray hair and straightening her knee-length skirt that showed of tons of flabby skin. She noticed her thick glasses were still on and she pulled them off quickly with an embarrassed grin.
Oh, please. Don't tell me she thinks Spike will actually notice her. The woman has *got* to be at least around her fifties . . . Besides, EW! She's old enough to be his mom! Yuck.
"Hello, Mrs. Furtado." Spike said, nodding his head at her.
She shook her head, "Uh, uh, uh!" She waved a finger at him, "That's *Miss* Furtado to you."
"Right." I coughed. Spike glared at me. I only gave him an innocent smile, shrugging.
"Actually, I've told you many times before to call me Sarah. Don't you remember, silly?" She teased, continuing her little chat with the young teenager.
I laughed at Spike's sad attempt at hiding his pained expression, but he narrowed his eyes at me once more. I covered my laugh with another cough. "Heh, sorry. Itchy throat . . ." I pointed at my neck.
He returned his attention to the teacher who was giving him a sly smile. He cleared his throat, "Uh . . . Yes. I remember. But Mrs. Furtado-"
"Sarah." The teacher and I said at the same time.
She said it to correct him, I said it to taunt him. What? I couldn't help it. It was funny the way he squirmed under the old teacher's gaze.
"Err . . . Sarah . . . I'm only here to show . . ." He trailed off, remembering that he didn't know my name.
"Me." I filled in for him, "He's only here to show me which classroom I'm in."
The teacher looked disappointed, "Oh . . . Is that it?" She looked thoughtful for a moment. She finally clasped her hands together, "Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"
She looked towards us, but she really didn't want an answer.
"Spike, I'm going to put you in *my* class." She announced.
I could see the poor lad's pout behind that plastic smile.
All the girls in the class squealed and cheered. Some called out and said "I love you."
"Well, well, well. Looks like I'm gonna be in this class, luv." He said through clenched teeth.
I giggled, "Yup."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
About an hour later, Spike hurriedly pushed himself out the door.
Gasping for breath, he hung his head low with hands on his knees.
He looked up from position, "Geez, pet. You could've at least *tried* to help me in there. Then I would be able to give you credit for 'trying'. But you didn't do a *thing*." He whined.
I was about to cross my arms over my chest, but noticed the three books that kept me from doing so. So I settled on raising an eyebrow at him, "What? You expect me to do *everything* for you?"
He shook his head, "Not everything. I just wanted a little bit of help, pet"
"A little help? With what?" I asked incredulously, "You looked like you were doing fine in the middle of that big huddle of girls."
He inhaled and exhaled, drawing in large amounts of air into his lungs. The poor guy looked messed.
He groaned, "Please don't remind me."
"You didn't enjoy it?" I teased, but slightly curious. I mean, any other guy would've loved the attention he got during that period, but I guess you wouldn't call him "any other guy."
"Of course I didn't!" He stated matter-of-factly.
I raised both eyebrows now, truly surprised, "Wow."
"Yeah." 'See? I'm not a slime ball. I don't like to use women . . .' Spike tried to convince himself. 'What the hell. I've used them all the time . . .'
I continued to stare at him, "Wow . . ."
"Yeah, pet. Surprise, surprise. I don't like having girls hanging all over me all the time."
I gave him an odd look and nodded slowly, "Huh. You must be *really* gay."
"Oh dear God . . ." He groaned.
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A/N: Aha! There's chapter 5. Sorry about the delay! *sheepish grin* Thanks to all those who bugged me about updating it. *giggles* And again, thanks for the reviews and for reading this!
Please be kind and review. =) That's all I ask . . .
