Disclaimer's in part one as usual.
A/N: So here it is. Part .
-The regretful job of her life, and meeting the jockeying-handsome guy-
"Elsa."; Mesogog called to her. Elsa approaches her master and bowed to him.
" Yes, my Lord."; she replied to his call. Zeltrax watches her on the other side of the room.
" I have a job for you."; he says as he caresses her in her cheek.
" And what would that be?, uhh ,sir?; she asked but trying to have that respect on him.
" I want you to apply as a principal in Reefside High. Disguised yourself as Elsa Randall."; he hissed at her face, she look straight to his glowing eyes.
" Principal? But that's pathet-."; she tries to negate but Mesogog interrupted her complaints.
" Did I ask for your opinion?, Go and do it . Tommy Oliver might have escape me last time, but not this time."; he go to his kingly chair. Leaving her stuck in their conversation.
Elsa was silent. She clutch her fist. She was trying to reminisce. "That name, Tommy Oliver, It so familiar."; she thought. She tried to make out a picture, but she can't. Zeltrax chuckled as he walk over her side.
" Well ,well, well, It looks like my co-general is having a hard time?"; Zeltrax rest his one arm over her shoulder.
She's pissed off now, Elsa gave him an delicious evil grin and struck her elbow on the cyborg's rib. Zeltrax shuddered backwards and grunted.
" You know?, If you're trying to have a habitual taunt on me, then back off!"; she leaves him behind and goes to her laptop, preparing all files and documents needed for her to apply on such job.
A FEW MERE hOURS later,..
"Done at last!"; she gave a sigh and morphed, her hair was now short, she wear eyeglasses and in a formal suit. Zeltrax look her from top to bottom. Amaze on such physical feature. (But so much of that). And in just a blink of an eye, she teleported herself to Reefside High.
-Reefside high-
A few moments later…
"You're in, Congratulations and Welcome to Reefside High, Ms. Randall."; the school board administrator stammered as Elsa gaze at him. Intimidated he reach his hands to shake hers.
"Good, so then I'd better start, It's a matter of time that Reefside High would be the best."; she says passionately which made the man scared his pants off.
Elsa leaves the stunned administrator and walks with such confidence on the halls on the school. She thought of " Who is this Tommy Oliver? Why does Mesogog turns fathomable whenever he hears his name?". But when she was to turn towards the corner she bumped on a man whose in a hurry. She fell and their document scattered on the floor.
" I'm so sorry! Miss!"; the guy scampered and turn to reach his hands to help her. She ignores the helping hand. " I was in – oh- I'm so-,"; he tried to apologized but she interrupted those.
" What the hell do you think you doing!"; she yelled as she pick and tried to find which one is her papers. It was all mixed up. " You can't just jockey around here and-."; she stop when their eyes met. The two of them stared at the moment.
" It was entirely my fault ,I'm sorry."; he blamed to himself.
"Good thing you know."; she talks on such demeanour. They got their papers. She stands up and so did he.
"Truly, I'm sorry, Excuse me."; he leaves and head away to the administrators office. Never notice something fall. Clumsy but handsome; she thought. She snickers on such irony and saw the papers that fell. And so it was a bio-data, her eyes widen to see it was him, the name itself was there.
Dr. Tommy Oliver- PhD-Palaeontology Department.
She made her way back to the office. Knowing that he needs it. So true.
" I think this is yours."; she stands on the door and handle over the document. He takes it ,in his face you can see the sign of relief.
"Thank you. I owe you Miss-.";
"I'll see you around, Dr. Oliver."; she then made her way out now, at last.
"I didn't got her name."; Tommy talks to himself.
"It's better if you do not."; the administrator advices him.
" Why not?"; he asked curiously. Why wouldn't he be? For one, she saved him, well technically he need the job, for him its appropriate more peace and quiet work.
"You know what I'm talking about here Dr. Oliver?": he tells him presuming that Tommy observe d it.
"Yeah, well she's kinda harsh but I think she's pretty hot."; Tommy tried to joke around to find some quality time.
"Whatever. Now, Dr. Oliver. You' r a PhD in Palaeontology, are you sure you wanted to be a high school science teacher? It doesn't really make sense.";
"I'm sure as I'll ever be here, sir."; he smiles.
To be continued…
A/N: I'm in a serious writers block here.. I'm trying to update besides the hectic schedule. Part 4 coming up.:)