My Protector

I was furious at Amelia, feeling anger course through my veins only pushed me to run faster and longer than I had initially intended to. I was furious and I was on a mission, or lack there of, and needed to let all my emotions out. That involved me jogging/running until I was near the point of exhaustion.

Today, when I had gotten to work, I was all ready and dressed, even had my teaching plan done up, Amelia was there to greet me. With a scowl on her face and her arms crossed, she stared me down with an unimpressed look.

"Good morning Amelia." I had worn my hair down and had it in nice waves, looking my best for my first day of teaching. I had even ironed my shirts and skirt making sure there were no wrinkles in them.

"You're almost late." I frowned and looked down at my phone, seeing the bright 8:05 staring up at me.

"Amelia I still have 25 minutes until I have to teach." I spoke, trying to keep my voice even and calm, despite how angry she was making me.

"No. You have 25 minutes until your students will be here and you have to teach." The way she spoke to me really struck a nerve and I curled my fists tightly to stop myself from reaching out and whacking her.

"I'm not late. I'm right on time." I spat back, feeling rather daring at the moment.

Her eyebrow rose and I saw a look pass over her, one of annoyance, probably at being back-talked. She stood up straight and stuck her pregnant belly out as she did it, and I couldn't help but look at it in pity.

The poor child would have a witch of a mother growing up and they would probably end up going crazy before they turned 5. I know I would and almost did. My mother was sightly crazy and it wasn't something I enjoyed. Or enjoy.

"I don't have time for you to argue with me like a child. You're late. Follow me." I scoffed and followed her, glaring daggers into her back.

"This is your class." She stepped aside and let me inside, and I frowned at the sight that beheld me.

This class that she had, had almost no colour in it. There were white, almost grey walls, a chalkboard at the front that faced the desks and one teacher's desk at the back. There were no posters or colourful decorations. Nothing. Just grey walls and a green chalkboard matched with brown desks.

"Why is it so dreary in here?" When I asked her, and turned to look at her, all she did was shrug. She had no answer to my question which annoyed me to no end. She was supposed to be teaching and bettering children yet she had a classroom that looked like a prison cell.

"That's how I had it. This will be your class. Since you got here so late you won't have a lot of time to set up. Next time don't be so tardy." Amelia gave me one last sneer before she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving me standing in the colourless class.

I would really have to spruce this place up and get it into shape for my students. I couldn't believe she would have a class like this. These were children, they needed bright colours and fun things to do to keep them occupied. Having such a dreary, boring class would make tit hard for them to pay attention and listen.

"Well...better set up." I frowned and took my lesson plans out of my bag and walked over to the desk, setting them down on top and looking around my class. It was not only quite depressing to sit in here, but the heat was turned down. It left a chill in the air and in your bones, and it would be worse for the kids.

"Amelia you crazy bat. You're the worst teacher I've ever seen." I mumbled and made my way to the thermostat and turned it up, hoping it would be warm enough when my students started arriving.

"Amelia." I hissed and shook my head free of thoughts of earlier and focused on my run. The rest of the day, after she had left, had been fine. But the thought of what she had put those poor kids through, and how she hadn't been fired yet.

"I hope she never teaches again." The thoughts bitterly entered and left my head, only being replaced by thoughts of Sam.

The thoughts of Sam and about what happened last night, made me flush and feel embarrassed all over again. He was no doubt the best looking man I had ever seen, but that didn't mean that I wanted to think about him all day long. I didn't mind, but I felt like a lovesick teen who was obsessing over one man.

I had always prided myself in waiting until marriage until giving myself away and I swore I was going to keep that promise. I always wanted to have that moment with the man I marry and with the love of my life. I was going to stick to that promise, even if Sam was tempting.

"Stop thinking of him Natalie." I had stopped and taken a breather, leaning against a tree and rest my head on my knees. That's when the memories of his arm and his warmth brushing against my arm came back, sending shivers down my spine and images in my brain.

"You just met him. You barely know him. Stop." I forced myself to get him out of my head, and once I had caught my breath, I stretched quickly, turned on my heel and started running back the way I came.

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Sorry for the short chapter today and yesterday. I'm going to Fort St. John, BC today and I wanted to get a chapter out before I left because I won't be back until Monday and I'm not taking my laptop. (And I still haven't packed.) I'm sorry if I made an grammatical mistakes or mix up of words. Hope you like it anyway and next chapter will include some Sam/Natalie moments and some of Sam's POV.

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