Substitute Teacher
Stokely couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she leaned against Stan's locker, books clutched in one arm, the other free hand spinning the combination. It popped open under her deft fingers, and she grimaced, what a slob. She made a mental note to yell at her boyfriend about it as she reached for his jacket, digging through the pockets.
"Hey Stok-what are you doing? That's my money!"
"You owe me."
"I.do? For what?"
"The bet. Besides you were going to spend it on a present for me anyway, right?"
"Of course.wait, what bet?"
Stokely sighed, for wanting to be smarter; Stan could be really dumb sometimes. She pocketed the wad of cash, before turning to him with a roll of her eyes, "Mr. Will and Miss Slyder. They ran off together this weekend, it finally happened."
It had been the main gossip after the whole alien thing settled down and became "yesterday's news". The new biology teacher, Miss Slider, obviously had a thing for Mr. Will. Stokely had made a bet how long it would take the two to finally run off and elope together. Honestly, she had been hoping it was soon; the way the two acted in the halls was disgusting. She'd often yell, "Get a room!" at the two teachers while passing through the halls.
Stan was still looking at her blankly, until she finally snapped her fingers in his face. "Don't look so surprised Stan, I always win my bets. I'll see you at lunch, okay?" She pecked him a kiss on the cheek before heading off to pick up Riva on the way to their next class. The alien girl was rather confused as she fell into step beside Stokely, "What is this gossip everyone is talking about? Our teachers have gone off and eloped? Please explain Stokely Mitchell."
"Only Stokely, remember? We talked about only using the first name."
"Oh, you are correct. Please explain this Stokely."
"I will when you're older."
The two girls entered into the class, finding their usual seats beside Casey near the back row. "Then what is a sub?" Riva wondered, placing her books on the desk and dropping into her seat beside the blue-eyed boy. Casey frowned, "A submarine?"
"No, moron. She's talking about a substitute teacher," Stokely replied, taking a seat beside them and twisting around to face Riva, "A sub is a teacher that takes the place of the usual teacher. Since Miss Slyder ran off, we'll have another teacher, a sub, in her place. In other words, don't plan on having homework all week."
Riva grinned, "I think I will enjoy this sub." Casey chuckled, ducking as a paper airplane dive-bombed for his head. Stokely snatched it up, whirling to glare at the group of boys who were throwing the spit wads and airplanes at them. She stood, stalking over to them, ready to wipe the smirks right off their faces.
Casey laughed again as he watched Stokely before turning to Riva, "So, what did." his voce trailed off when he saw the look on her face. It was stricken white, lines of concentration appearing on her forehead, her eyes closed tightly. "Riva?" He asked uncertainly, gently tapping her shoulder. He glanced nervously around, hoping desperately that none of the other students would notice the alien's translucent-like eyelids.
Suddenly, Riva's eyes flew open with a gasp, her body trembling. Her eyes flew to the doorway where the teacher stood framed in it. She was a young woman, no older than thirty, with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on her small nose. She had long blonde hair pulled back into a braid, dropping to her lower back, and mesmerizing aquamarine eyes. Riva was shaking, unable to tear her eyes away from the teacher, her face drawn in pain and fear. Casey was growing nervous, shaking her shoulders, "Riva! Riva, what's wrong?"
"Hello class, I am Miss Levinson, and I'll be your teacher today," the woman said, taking a step into the room. Her eyes scanned the room: Stokely staring down a set of boys, girls giggling about gossip, then Riva and Casey. Her eyes paused on the two, narrowing slightly, with a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "If you'd all take your seats, please," she said in a soft voice that resonated off the walls, her intense gaze still falling on Riva. Casey licked his lips nervously, catching Stokely's eye and questioning look, only able to offer a shrug for an answer.
Miss Levinson walked into the room, her heels clicking loudly along the floor, pausing to set a small stack of books on the desk. Riva was trembling uncontrollably now, one hand clutching the side of her head as if in pain. "Are you okay?" Casey whispered, watching, wondering what to do. Riva shook her head, once again squeezing her eyes shut, the other hand jerking up to grab the other side of her head.
The teacher perched on the edge of the desk, taking another quick scan of the class before once more landing on Riva, the odd smile still pulling on her mouth. That's when Riva jumped up screaming. Casey flinched, nearly falling out of his desk; the rest of the class whirled around to stare at Riva. The girl's eyes were wide now, both hands pressed against her head, screaming as if in agony. She tore out of the room blindly, ignoring Casey's yells to come back.
Miss Levinson never blinked during the whole ordeal, though her crocked smile was now planted firmly on her face. Stokley stood to go chase after Riva but the substitute stopped her with the soft, commanding voice, "Wait. Tell me, what was her name?"
Stokely paused, shooting a look at Casey, before muttering, "Uh, it's Meg. Her name is Meg." She wasn't sure why she lied, there was no real reason to, but something in her gut told her to. Miss Levinson's intense gaze was boring into her now, but she mirrored the look defiantly. "Tell me, what is your name?"
"Stokely," she replied in a low tone. If she had lied about her name, one of the other students would have made sure to correct the teacher anyway. "Well Stokely, I believe I told the class to take their seats."
Stokley didn't move, "But Ri-Meg, she just ran out of here screaming. Or maybe you missed that."
"She'll be fine, now sit." Something in the woman's voice made Stokely stiffly sink into her chair. Casey glared at the teacher, "Shouldn't someone go and check on her? She was screaming, didn't you hear her?"
"Silence!" She barked, standing for emphasis. The students in the front row jumped. "What's your name?"
"Uh," he frowned, not as eager to give up his name. Gabe, who had been silently watching the whole ordeal, quickly spoke up, "His name is Casey, ma'am. Casey Connor." Casey glared at him, but the football captain smiled innocently back. Miss Levinson's eyes flashed when she heard his name, but she covered it up by wheeling on Gabe, "I don't remember asking you for his name. Now keep your mouth closed the rest of this hour and start studying!"
The whole class immediately obeyed, whipping out books and stuffing their noses into them. Casey looked worriedly out into the hall, listening intently for any sound of Riva, but found none. He sighed, looking forward to see Miss Levinson eyeing him, almost angrily out of hate or spite. He frowned, why would she hate him? Because he was worried about his friend? Then screw her.
Slowly Casey returned to his studies, ignoring Stokley's dark threats muttered under her breath, and ignoring the hated look he was receiving from the teacher. It was going to be a long day.
A/N: Been awhile since I updated, oh well, I've been busy with moving. So, I'm back on track with the story plot now, yay! And by the way, Happy Easter to everyone! (especially to those who review. lol, jk)
Stokely couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she leaned against Stan's locker, books clutched in one arm, the other free hand spinning the combination. It popped open under her deft fingers, and she grimaced, what a slob. She made a mental note to yell at her boyfriend about it as she reached for his jacket, digging through the pockets.
"Hey Stok-what are you doing? That's my money!"
"You owe me."
"I.do? For what?"
"The bet. Besides you were going to spend it on a present for me anyway, right?"
"Of course.wait, what bet?"
Stokely sighed, for wanting to be smarter; Stan could be really dumb sometimes. She pocketed the wad of cash, before turning to him with a roll of her eyes, "Mr. Will and Miss Slyder. They ran off together this weekend, it finally happened."
It had been the main gossip after the whole alien thing settled down and became "yesterday's news". The new biology teacher, Miss Slider, obviously had a thing for Mr. Will. Stokely had made a bet how long it would take the two to finally run off and elope together. Honestly, she had been hoping it was soon; the way the two acted in the halls was disgusting. She'd often yell, "Get a room!" at the two teachers while passing through the halls.
Stan was still looking at her blankly, until she finally snapped her fingers in his face. "Don't look so surprised Stan, I always win my bets. I'll see you at lunch, okay?" She pecked him a kiss on the cheek before heading off to pick up Riva on the way to their next class. The alien girl was rather confused as she fell into step beside Stokely, "What is this gossip everyone is talking about? Our teachers have gone off and eloped? Please explain Stokely Mitchell."
"Only Stokely, remember? We talked about only using the first name."
"Oh, you are correct. Please explain this Stokely."
"I will when you're older."
The two girls entered into the class, finding their usual seats beside Casey near the back row. "Then what is a sub?" Riva wondered, placing her books on the desk and dropping into her seat beside the blue-eyed boy. Casey frowned, "A submarine?"
"No, moron. She's talking about a substitute teacher," Stokely replied, taking a seat beside them and twisting around to face Riva, "A sub is a teacher that takes the place of the usual teacher. Since Miss Slyder ran off, we'll have another teacher, a sub, in her place. In other words, don't plan on having homework all week."
Riva grinned, "I think I will enjoy this sub." Casey chuckled, ducking as a paper airplane dive-bombed for his head. Stokely snatched it up, whirling to glare at the group of boys who were throwing the spit wads and airplanes at them. She stood, stalking over to them, ready to wipe the smirks right off their faces.
Casey laughed again as he watched Stokely before turning to Riva, "So, what did." his voce trailed off when he saw the look on her face. It was stricken white, lines of concentration appearing on her forehead, her eyes closed tightly. "Riva?" He asked uncertainly, gently tapping her shoulder. He glanced nervously around, hoping desperately that none of the other students would notice the alien's translucent-like eyelids.
Suddenly, Riva's eyes flew open with a gasp, her body trembling. Her eyes flew to the doorway where the teacher stood framed in it. She was a young woman, no older than thirty, with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on her small nose. She had long blonde hair pulled back into a braid, dropping to her lower back, and mesmerizing aquamarine eyes. Riva was shaking, unable to tear her eyes away from the teacher, her face drawn in pain and fear. Casey was growing nervous, shaking her shoulders, "Riva! Riva, what's wrong?"
"Hello class, I am Miss Levinson, and I'll be your teacher today," the woman said, taking a step into the room. Her eyes scanned the room: Stokely staring down a set of boys, girls giggling about gossip, then Riva and Casey. Her eyes paused on the two, narrowing slightly, with a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "If you'd all take your seats, please," she said in a soft voice that resonated off the walls, her intense gaze still falling on Riva. Casey licked his lips nervously, catching Stokely's eye and questioning look, only able to offer a shrug for an answer.
Miss Levinson walked into the room, her heels clicking loudly along the floor, pausing to set a small stack of books on the desk. Riva was trembling uncontrollably now, one hand clutching the side of her head as if in pain. "Are you okay?" Casey whispered, watching, wondering what to do. Riva shook her head, once again squeezing her eyes shut, the other hand jerking up to grab the other side of her head.
The teacher perched on the edge of the desk, taking another quick scan of the class before once more landing on Riva, the odd smile still pulling on her mouth. That's when Riva jumped up screaming. Casey flinched, nearly falling out of his desk; the rest of the class whirled around to stare at Riva. The girl's eyes were wide now, both hands pressed against her head, screaming as if in agony. She tore out of the room blindly, ignoring Casey's yells to come back.
Miss Levinson never blinked during the whole ordeal, though her crocked smile was now planted firmly on her face. Stokley stood to go chase after Riva but the substitute stopped her with the soft, commanding voice, "Wait. Tell me, what was her name?"
Stokely paused, shooting a look at Casey, before muttering, "Uh, it's Meg. Her name is Meg." She wasn't sure why she lied, there was no real reason to, but something in her gut told her to. Miss Levinson's intense gaze was boring into her now, but she mirrored the look defiantly. "Tell me, what is your name?"
"Stokely," she replied in a low tone. If she had lied about her name, one of the other students would have made sure to correct the teacher anyway. "Well Stokely, I believe I told the class to take their seats."
Stokley didn't move, "But Ri-Meg, she just ran out of here screaming. Or maybe you missed that."
"She'll be fine, now sit." Something in the woman's voice made Stokely stiffly sink into her chair. Casey glared at the teacher, "Shouldn't someone go and check on her? She was screaming, didn't you hear her?"
"Silence!" She barked, standing for emphasis. The students in the front row jumped. "What's your name?"
"Uh," he frowned, not as eager to give up his name. Gabe, who had been silently watching the whole ordeal, quickly spoke up, "His name is Casey, ma'am. Casey Connor." Casey glared at him, but the football captain smiled innocently back. Miss Levinson's eyes flashed when she heard his name, but she covered it up by wheeling on Gabe, "I don't remember asking you for his name. Now keep your mouth closed the rest of this hour and start studying!"
The whole class immediately obeyed, whipping out books and stuffing their noses into them. Casey looked worriedly out into the hall, listening intently for any sound of Riva, but found none. He sighed, looking forward to see Miss Levinson eyeing him, almost angrily out of hate or spite. He frowned, why would she hate him? Because he was worried about his friend? Then screw her.
Slowly Casey returned to his studies, ignoring Stokley's dark threats muttered under her breath, and ignoring the hated look he was receiving from the teacher. It was going to be a long day.
A/N: Been awhile since I updated, oh well, I've been busy with moving. So, I'm back on track with the story plot now, yay! And by the way, Happy Easter to everyone! (especially to those who review. lol, jk)