Author's note: I HATE EXAMS SO MUCH NO ONE NEEDS GEOGRAPHY THIS IS AWFUL I HATE MY LIFE WHAT IS THIS INSANITY. But, on the plus note, new chapter! So yeah, don't expect Chapter Six for a little while... Sorry! I think this is going to finish pretty soon, I don't want to draw out the plot. Love you all, and finally thanks for 5 reviews *mini rave*! Alright, read on!
The Chin and Souffle Girl
"Hello, the Chin!" Clara said, striding up to the Doctor as he entered the Staff room.
The Doctor sighed and playfully hit her on the arm.
"Well, good day Souffle girl." He retaliated, referring to her at the weekeng going to his flat saying 'I'm going to make the best souffle's you have ever seen, this time I will be souffle girl!' and nearly burning down his kitchen. There's something never happening again.
Meanwhile, The Doctor noticed what Clara was wearing. White blouse, black blazer, red tartan skirt that was a little too tight... Suddenly his mind clicked and he forced himself to stop thinking about that. Clara was and always would be a friend to him. He needed to stop thinking about her in those sorts of ways.
"Doctor?" She said, as the Doctor zoned back in to what she was saying.
"Uh-huh?" He mumbled, blinking rapidly.
She groaned.
"Great, just great. Look, Doctor, listen to me. I have to go meet someone, like now, and I need you to cover my English class, next lesson. Please, Doctor, for me?" She pleaded, putting a hand on his to try persuade him, and that was all he needed.
"Fine!" He moaned, moving her hand and kissing her forehead, "You do this all the time, Souffle girl."
"Excuse me, Chinboy, but I have never neglegated my children before until this point. Are you trying to suggest I am a bad teacher?" She said, faking a shocked look and disappointment.
The Doctor just laughed and swatted her away, making her cry as she took her satchel and walked out.
He watched her out of the window as she left the school gates, talking on her phone, presumably to whomever she was meeting. The Doctor hoped she wasn't meeting a friend, as selfish as it sounds, because he wanted her for himself. He really liked her, maybe even loved her, and he had barely known her a month. You can't love someone so soon, The Doctor thought, it's physically impossible. She's just a friend, and that's all. You don't need a relationship!
He couldn't help himself. She was just so perfect, maybe a little short, but she was funny, witty, clever and rather pretty, though he would never tell her that. He sighed. It was useless. He officially had a crush on a teacher. Dear goodness.
He grabbed his folders and went to the F block, Clara's classroom she had made her own. The minute he walked in he felt at ease. Clara had given him loads of sheets and told him that everything they needed to know was on that sheet, and he could do some fun Physics or whatever he did. So, he put a sheet on all of the desks and got out his papers and laptop. He was actually a fairly responsible teacher, and he just waited for the bell to ring. Which it did a few minutes later.
A hoard of loud children ran in, and were shocked to see The Doctor sat on Miss Oswald's chair, with his feet propped on the desk and a laptop on his lap.
"Sir, why are you here?" One girl asked.
"Don't ask me, I don't know. But what I do know is Miss Oswald has made you all a sheet, which says everything you need to do. If there are any spare sheets after ten minutes I will pick them up, and can someone tell me if anyone is missing please?" The Doctor said as children filtered into their seats. He knew this was not the seating plan, but they were allowed a bit of down time, so he couldn't be bothered to move them. They were all actually fairly quite and he managed to mark most of the work he needed to, which was a surprise.
But, all the time, the Doctor felt sad, deep down inside him. It was a Wednesday, at 10:47, and right now he should have been waiting for Clara to meet him in 'Café Coffee', but instead she was off with someone else and leaving him out in the cold. He knew he had no idea who she was meeting or why, but he couldn't help feeling left out and alone. He hated it but knew it was true.
But then he got her text, after the lesson had finished, and he ran out of that damned school to find her.