Hey guys did you like the last chapter? I thought it was really sweet. Anyway the name comp is still going so yeah. I forgot the disclaimer for the last chapter I think so this disclaimer is also for the previous chapter. :-D

Disclaimer: I do not own Bad Education. The show is awesome tho.

Chapter 4

Mr Wickers' POV

Yesterday was eventful. I am walking on extremely thin ice but I kind of like it.

Fraser called me into his office using the annoying as shit speaker thing that plays through the school. "This is Fraser. I repeat this is Fraser. Mr Wickers, please report to my office. I repeat my office. This has been Fraser. I repeat this has been Fraser."

I walked into his office in annoyance because of how ridiculous broadcasting something that you could just say to my face was.

"What is it? Only, I've got a class to teach. "

"It has come to my attention that a member if staff has made a complaint about you. Personally, I think it's a bit of Fanta Banter for April Fools bu-."

"Fraser, it's not April - it's September. "

"That's why all my Easter bunnies gifts that I bought were sent back to me..."

*Face palm*

"What was the complaint about?"

"Oh yeah well an anonymous member of staff has said that you are too soft with the kids. You need to be more firm. Like give out more detentions when necessary and set more challenging homework."

"Like I give a shit..."

"If you don't, you will be fired."

"Okay time to get my detention giving on! Ok I am never saying that again... Fraser is the speaker still on?!"

"Ah yes it is. Oh dear. 'Sorry children this conversation was just an April Fools joke. Get back to your work."

I just upped and left.

I closed the door and I accidentally bumped into Chantelle who was supposed to be in class.

"Sorry Sir." she said quietly.

"Hey! Chantelle, I hate to see you- uh uh my pupils crying. Come with me. There is an old abandoned room that everyone has forgotten about. Let's talk there." I said softly.

"Okay."

Sir lead us to an old music room and the walls were sound proof because of the noise the instruments used to make.

"Chantelle whose arse am I kicking?!" I said in a deep American action movie accent.

She let out a small cute giggle but then her face was unhappy again.

"Thanks. Frank Grayson. He laughed at me for being really stupid and he's right. I am stupid. I can't answer any of the Maths questions or English or Comprehension or anything. I just think I'm really thick. I can't even read without the letters moving about on the page. Sir I'm dyslexic."

"Chantelle let me tell you a secret," she nodded as if to say okay, "I'm dyslexic too but hey look at me. I'm a teacher. I love teaching history to you guys. That is why I never read to you guys or whatever. Class wars was a way for me to learn at school. Chantelle you are not dumb; you are dyslexic there is a difference." I said smiling.

"Thanks Sir. You're the best. But what do I do about Grayson?"

"You leave that to me."

"Thanks, Sir. Hug?" Chantelle asked innocently.

"Hug," I said smiling.

She gave me the biggest hug ever and I could feel her heart beating fast because of me. My heart was beating fast because of what she does to me. Never tell her this but I like how she feels on my chest. And how her head fits perfectly in my chest. And how her eyes are closed when she hugs me.

And how she is hugging me like she never wants to let go. I slowly let go knowing that we could have been like this for ages not that I would have minded.

I started caressing her arm reassuring her that everything will be alright.

"Umm sir..."

"Oh sorry."

I took my hand off her arm.

"Come on let's get to class," I said.

"Yeah about that what we're you guys talking about and why did you stop when I came in?" Chantelle asked.

"Chantelle, trust me on this I can't tell you. " I put my hand on her cheek and she blushed. "You will find out but just not now. "

She just nodded.

"I'm glad you're my teacher. You're the kind of teacher that everyone wants. Don't forget that."

She gave me a toothy smile.

Man, she really doesn't know what she does to me. I need to hold her in my arms and kiss her 'til the morning light and tell her sweet things every day of her life and let her know how special she is. Wow that's a lot of ands. But I can't do that. I'm 23 and she is 15 it can never happen.