Title: Dancing Without The Rain

Rating: PG-13

Summary: All she ever wanted was to be left alone. All he ever wanted was to live life without any further mishaps. Fate ignored their unsubtle requests, and together, they may be in for more then they expected.

Categories Romance/Humour

Disclaimer: insert witty remark to the effect that Kel and Neal are the property of Tammy here

Kel walked slowly and steadily towards the three girls. All of them were very beautiful she supposed, if you liked the type.

Greta was obviously the gossip. Tall and thin, with an impressive cup size for someone who looked about eighty pounds, her features were sharp and rat like in the right lighting. Her eyes were always darting maliciously around the room, like she knew something you didn't. Yep, definitely the gossip.

Arita on the other hand, was a…there was no other word for it, slut. Kel disliked the word, because it had been thrown at her too many times to count, but looking at Arita, she saw immediately why people used it as an insult. Shorter than Greta, she looked very thin too, her breasts were a fair size, though they threatened to spill out of her low, low, low slung top. Her flip-flops were used to artfully display the words: 'Horny Bitch', the letters painted with a practiced precision on each toenail. Her clothes was so short, that several scathing comments sprang to mind, and Kel had to make a conscious effort not to say 'Nice belt, where's the skirt?'

Then there came the Queen Bee. Rita. She was very beautiful, long honey blond hair, natural highlights, a spaghetti top that tapered to the waist, showing off her form as well as the 'just acceptable length' skirt did. Mithros, didn't any of the girls know it was autumn? This girl though, Kel liked the least. There was something…spiteful about her, something in her that genuinely liked causing people pain. She'd have to watch out for this one.

"The point of this, Ladies," Kel said, her voice a deadly whisper, "is that I am the teacher, and you are the student. You listen to me, and you don't argue. Have I made myself clear?"

An insincere nod.

"And a detention for all three of you,"

"WHAT!" cried Greta, hastily blowing three bubble in quick succession to calm herself down.

"No gum is allowed in this class room, it makes the three of you look disgusting, like cows chewing cud. I can't look up from my desk each day and see that! If you spit out the gum though, and promise never to do it again, I might let you off."

Grumbling like crazy, the girls did so.

Kel smiled prettily, and went back to her desk.

Neal sat in the meeting room, bored out of his skull. Wyldon Cavall, 'The Stump' as Neal like to call him, was making a long involved speech about how they should fire this new teacher immediately. He hadn't read the briefing, but the gist of it was:

New female teacher.

Wyldon sexist.

Wyldon hates new female teacher.

He couldn't take it any longer. He stood up, "Mr. Cavall?"

"What?" snapped Wyldon, looking very put out at being interrupted.

"Could we just keep this teacher here? Its barley been twenty four hours since she was hired, and we don't know how the kids will react to her. Even if they dislike her, we could just keep her there as a filler until we find someone else for the job."

The board members all began nodding approvingly. Jonathan Conté stood up, "All those in favour of Mr. Queenscove's idea?"

The motion was passed.

Kel had finished Roll Call. Glancing at the clock she saw that she still had ten minuets before homeroom was over. Standing up, she went to the white board and uncapped her marker. Then she wrote in big letters, the words that made the class groan in the face of what they knew to be impending boredom.

RULES

Turning to face the class, Kel smiled again, this time it wasn't so pretty. In fact, it was decidedly evil.

"Rule One," turning she wrote it out on the board. Half the class didn't believe she had written it, and the other half had the sneaking suspicion that this teacher might be trying to be 'Hip' and 'With It'. The very thought had them shuddering.

1) NO SEX IN THE CLASS ROOM

"Don't look at me like that!" Kel said, laughing slightly. Her voice

then turned serious, "but really, I took a part time job as an assistant teacher at a mental health ward. And two of the students were nymphomaniacs…I think the rest speaks for itself."

An appreciative chuckle echoed around the room.

"Rule two."

2) NO CHEWING GUM

"I believe that this one has already been spoken for."

And so it continued. When the bell rang Kel smiled and sent them on their way. After they had all left, Kel began to prepare for her next lesson. They were going to be a tricky bunch this class. They were taking their time to asses her just as she was doing to them. But never let it be said that Kel didn't love a challenge. Class 38 filled into the room.

"Good morning class, my name is Ms. Mindelan."

Yes, it would be a challenge indeed.

A/N: That is so short it is disgraceful but you should be pretty damn happy I managed to churn anything out! I have been caught by the dreaded writers block disease. And damn it, it won't leave me alone! I promise that the next chapter I post will be longer, AND it will have some Kel/Neal interaction. Again, I grovel at your feet for making you wait so long for such a crappy update. But if any of you feel like inspiring me, my email is posted on my bio.

SORRRRRRRRRRY!