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"I want you to tell me your deepest, darkest, sickest, most grossest-" I raised my hands like I was giving the speech of the century.
"Is that even a word?" Tiana asked.
"Probably not." I shrugged. "Anyway, I want you to write to me, telling me what you're good at, your hobbies, I don't know, your favorite song, your phone number- I'm joking." I narrowed my eyes, at the boys mainly, and they grinned back at me. "Let's see that talent!" A certain pair of green eyes peeked up from her notebook just as I, too, looked to her and in a flash, they were glued back to her desk. Hmm... I waited to see if she'd look up again and to my pleasant surprise, she did.
So we held each other's gazes for a short moment.
"Is beating the cinnamon challenge considered a talent?" Ralph asked. Anna was the first to break eye-contact by adjusting her glasses and looking back down so she could write. Endearing. Wait, that guy said something didn't he?
"No. It means you're lying." I scoffed jokingly. "I mean, unless your a god or something." Being the weirdo I was, I actually sucked it up and tried it a few months ago with Bells after Sven dared us, saying a student brought it up but he was too much of a wussy to do it, and now I swear, I breathe cinnamon. My throat still hurts sometimes but Sven told me that it was just my pride talking, that I'd been so damn devastated by losing that I couldn't take it. I think he got probed by aliens, anyway.
"There's a god of cinnamon?" Luis asked, clearly intrigued.
"Yeah, he's in a bottle called Fireball." Nala noted arrogantly. "Rub it right, it'll give you a buzz. Seriously, my dad drinks it all the time." Err- personal much?
"Hello, can we get back on track?" I waved my hands around, getting their attention. "I'm just dying to start you all on reading this new book-"
"My mom won't let me read Fifty Shades of Grey." Eric stated out of nowhere, and since he was sitting infront of Anna, I didn't miss her pencil stop writing, or the light dusting of a blush that adorned her face as she brought her eyes to mine for the tiniest second before shrinking lower in her seat. Dear lord that's cute, but ERIC!
"Fifty shades- a-are you insane? Why on earth would you even bring that book up? If anything, we'll read Sam I Am first, in order to calm your... active minds." I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms and leaning on my desk. I forced my blush away, hoping nobody caught how flustered I'd gotten when he mentioned it. I knew at least one did, hell she was the one that handed it to me! Do I dare check to see if she's looking? Yeah, why not. Venturing a glance to the back of the classroom, I witnessed Anna begin to take off her sweater. Good, because its like sooo- from underneath that jacket emerged a red flannel that stayed unbuttoned, revealing a white shirt with a painted tie on the front. Freakin' sexy- HOT a-as in temperature-wise! Holy hell, I did not just think that!
"I thought you said new? Dr Seuss is pretty old school." Nala added, twisting her fingers in her hair. I slapped myself mentally, tearing my eyes away from that magnificent frame and thankfully snapping out of the turmoil that was my mind at the moment. What were we talking about? Dr. Who? No, Dr. Seuss!
"You know what? Just get your prompts written so we can start already." Everybody's so talkative today. I'm going insane! I stayed away from mentioning, or even thinking about that flannel shirt, just for safety.
Finally, after I'd aged a century, they passed their papers to the person in the first seat and they brought the stacks to my desk. I decided to have them write at least two paragraphs before we started class each day, just to let them vent, and because it was fun to read what some had to say. But one always managed to require my earliest attention.
If I had to say I was alright at something, I would say that I like playing the guitar. It's not like a talent or anything because I still suck pretty bad, but I like that it soothes me. Music is one thing I can't live without, it's my escape, my safe place and I'm getting off topic am I? Sorry, but yeah, I even named my guitar. Barbara. As in Barbara Streisand because she is the tits and I love all of her songs but the one song I absolutely adore would be Only You by The Platters. Seriously, I could talk about these artists all day, but I feel I'm starting to forget what the prompt was.
I also don't know how personal these are supposed to be, but you seem like an understanding person, though just thinking, not to mention, writing that, is a little embarrassing because you're my teacher. Well, then again, these are just prompts so feel free to grade me as you please.
Again, I say: if I were to name a 'talent' it would be playing the guitar. Favorite song: Only You by The Platters. Phone Number: ...I'm joking.
I had to hide the stupid grin that broke across my face once I was done reading Anna's prompt. Holy fudgeknuckles! I dare not be disappointed that there was no phone number, but the winking smiley face adorned with dorky glasses she signed after it, made me have to physically restrain myself from saying 'aww!'
"Tell me you aren't grading them right now, b-because, that's not cool." Sebastian groaned and I raised a brow at him.
"Why, did you give me your number?" I asked and a few snickers went up before he pushed Luis, telling him to shut up. "No. I am not grading them." Getting up, I picked up a stack of (no, not Fifty Shades) in fact it was Romeo and Juliet, and handed them out
"Now, don't even think about complaining. Don't bite it and it won't bite you." I warned like I was paranoid about spider monkey's.
"What are you talking about? This is only the best tragic love story in the history of tragic love stories!" Aurora exclaimed excitedly.
"Your life be a tragic love story, dear." Merida scoffed and caused the blonde to glare at her.
"Gosh Merida, I was about to insult you, but my comment got lost in your hair." She sneered and Merida practically hurdled over Anna in order to maybe get her hands around the blonde's neck. I was very amused, but hey, no fights without my consent.
"HEY! You two, leave Anna out of it." The poor redhead had backed herself up and was now perched on the counter in the far back of the classroom while the other two ran for each other. I'd gotten there just in time to get squished by them. "Cut it out! The only touching you're allowed to do in my classroom is a best friend hug!" I held both of them at arms length while Luis and Sebastian clapped. Boys.
"That's what we were gonna do, right Meri?" Aurora asked, smiling sweetly at the other girl.
"Aye. We're just crazy about Shakespeare." Merida agreed, though I didn't believe either of them. Are you kidding me? Who would? Just look at the killing intent in their eyes.
"Whatever you say, girls. Now sit down so we can start this already." Letting go of their shirts, I allowed them to sit back down and gently gestured for Anna to come back. Once she got off the counter, she kept her eyes on the floor as she returned to her desk. Animals. If I'm not careful, they'll rub off on me. That wasn't right, was it?
Without thinking, I patted Anna's shoulder before I walked back toward the front and when I did notice, I dared not look back at her for fear that she might be staring at me, or in shock, or something else. But thankfully, the rest of the class went smoothly.
"Girl, you got more curves than a Nissan add." A chilling breath crept down my neck and I so badly wanted to go all Karate Kid on him. Imagine, a 'chop' to the neck. Out!
"Callin' me fat, Frost?" I asked instead, raising my eyebrow questioningly at him. His eyes widened, as if I'd slapped him and he stepped back, beginning to stutter an apology. Sucker!
"I think he did." Sven commented before chomping on a carrot.
"That's rude." Belle added, closing her book so she could glare at the bleached-haired man.
"N-no, I didn't- it was a compliment!" He threw his hands up in surrender and I smirked at him.
"Sure, bro." I said around a yawn. "Now, was there an actual reason that you decided to grace us with your presence?" When he opened his mouth, I cut him off. "Other than asking me out?" My eyes went to look behind him instead of directly at his face, while he continued.
And then I saw it.
Anna was walking, head down as usual, by the windows of the Teacher's Lounge when Hans and Olaf passed her. Nothing wrong with that, but I suddenly saw Hans' shoulder roughly nudge into her, forcing her into the lockers with a loud clang. The hell? I shot up, not caring that Jack was indeed asking me out, and sprinted out of there.
"Hans!" I called and once he saw me, he immediately scrambled away while Olaf looked from him to me with innocence in his big grey eyes. I was about to run after him, but him being on the football team, and in shape, n-not saying that I wasn't in shape- what am I saying? That didn't matter. What did, at the moment, was running in the other direction. Wait, what?
"A-Anna, hold- hold up- I-" shit on toast! Hans or Anna, Anna or Hans, Ans-ah! I tripped over my feet as I dashed after Anna. The hell was that? I thought as I chased after her, just barely, because she was hauling ass! Maybe I would have had better luck with Hans- she suddenly turned a corner and I did too. What I didn't expect, was her to be standing completely still after she'd turned and since I forgot how to stop, proving I didn't have cat-like reflexes, we collided.
"Ow, ow, owie! Sweet mother of- Anna! Are you okay?" With wide eyes, I looked down to see a distraught redhead whose glasses had been knocked off her nose. Whoops, didn't know I could tackle so good. Green eyes were just as surprised as me- oh. She's, like, under me. Under. Me. Her sweet smelling breath mingled with mine as we immediately froze.
Staring into those green pools pulled me in so damn close that I could count each and every one of those freckles that she adorned on her sun-kissed, impossibly smooth looking cheeks. Since her glasses weren't exactly covering the majority of her face at the moment, I saw that there was a small scar across the bridge of her nose and one just under her left eye. As I wondered how she got those, I saw her cheeks turn a few shades darker as she gulped audibly, shifting a bit. My own throat was dry and it felt like my heart had stopped, maybe it did, but the blood that was slowly rising to my face told me that I was fully functional and I found the girl under me very attractive. Adorable, strong, shy, and almost freaked out. Probably because I wasn't getting off of her like I should have long ago, but my body ceased to function and left me to stare as her tongue poked out to wet her slightly chapped lips.
Wow. She's, like, really, really pretty. Why's she so shy when she looks like she could be running the school? Out of slight nervousness, I licked my own lips and watched her eyes follow my tongue. She shifted again, but by now I was completely immersed in those uncertain green pools, the way her breathing was steadily increasing, the way my body suddenly reacted to an unfamiliar sensation on my stomach. She's so close, if I just- as my sense lost to sudden passion, I shifted too, not knowing what I was really doing and Anna finally uttered the first word I'd ever heard her say.
"S-shit." Her eyes widened in fear as I felt, whatever was gently pressing against my stomach, turn fully into a jab against my abdomen. Wha- before I could finish my thought, she quickly wiggled out from under me and awkwardly got to her feet. Realizing that she was ready to book it again, I began to panic.
"Anna- h-hey, Anna wait!" I tried to get to my feet but ended up tripping over her bag and throwing my hands out, blindly reaching for anything that would break my fall. I was surprised to find my face buried in a... good sized, chest if I may say so. Was I wrong? Was she only just getting to her feet? You should get outta there. "F-fu- my bad! I-I thought you were-" I pulled back, thankfully not tripping over anything in the process, when I noticed her hands shoot to her groin before she slid down the wall, keeping her legs closed and bringing her knees up to her chest in what could only be described as horror and embarrassment.
What was that all about? Dumbfounded, I just stared at her for a minute. Anna's head was buried in her arms and I heard her sigh heavily, almost on the verge of tears it seemed.
"Uh- h-hey now, look-" Instead of trying to coax her eyes back to mine by mind powers, I picked up her bag, jacket and glasses. "I-I'm sorry. I had meant to-" I sighed, deciding it was pointless to try to apologize, since it seemed to only embarrass her further. I need to be patient with this one. Biting my lip, I pondered my next move. I needed to find out just what Hans was doing. Is that all? Unless she had a Rolo candy bar in her pocket, I could have sworn something was poking me. Hell, if I was being completely honest, it felt like...a gun. My eyes widened a bit as my breath quietly hitched. N-not an actual gun. I really meant that it felt thick, long, big- stop it!
Shaking the rising blush from my face, I sat next to her. At a safe distance of course, in case she had closeness issues, but also close enough that I could feel the warmth she let off. Luckily nobody was around, otherwise I wouldn't get to ask her honestly.
"Did Hans deliberately shove you into those lockers? Or did he trip and knock into you by accident?" I inquired as I began to fold her jacket. She didn't answer. Didn't move. "I would have went after him." I continued. "Considering that I was able to tackle you pretty good, I think I could have kicked his ass if I needed to." I stated as arrogantly as I could, popping my knuckles but forgetting that I hated doing that and I ended up whimpering like, well, like a wimp. Smart one.
Then I heard it.
Anna giggled and oh my god was it the sweetest sound I'd ever heard! With more confidence, I placed her glasses on my own face, noting that her eye-sight wasn't too bad and I could see through them too. Yes, I forgot my contacts.
"I, uh, read your prompt." I eyed her and when I saw that she still hadn't moved, I playfully nudged her shoulder. "Oh, come on! I'm sure you got mad guitar playing skills and I just know you can sing. You sing right? Don't make me keep asking. I know you have a voice."
"Alright, alright, you got me." She effortlessly held back a chuckle as she finally brought her face up to roll her eyes at me but when she saw that I was indeed wearing her glasses, it took her a second and she buried her face back into her arms. Was it something I- oh right, the glasses! Wait is she? Leaning closer, I heard her futily holding back a laugh.
"You aren't the only one who can rock glasses, ya know?" I noted, crossing my arms. "Why, I was a big nerd back in my day."
"I'm sure you were." She finally stopped laughing and straightened her legs, sighing. As if there was a magnet there, my eyes fell to where her hands were folded. Aw, who was I kidding? I wanted to see if that was what I actually thought it was.
"Bet your ass- I-I mean, you bet I was." Well, if she wants me to see she'd let me. Either way, I know what I felt. Hell, I felt it that particular day Frost tried to make out with me, but I wouldn't force her or overstep my boundaries. "You should play for me sometime, you know, like, bring Barbara to school." I suggested, giving her bag and jacket to her. "Also, it would spare you from dealing with everyone else in the cafeteria."
"Saying I can't handle myself?" She suddenly smirked at me and I melted a bit.
"I say you handle yourself very well." I handed her glasses back as the bell rang. "Its really just and excuse to hear more of your beautiful voice." Winking at her, I helped her stand up and immediately got swept away by the sea of students, though I didn't miss her lower lip being pulled into her teeth as a genuine smile crossed her face.
So very cute there should be a law about her! I grinned all the way back to my classroom, forgetting about my lunch, Sven, Belle, and that jerk. No, I went straight back to my desk so I could read the rest of her prompt.