A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Not the most exciting update, but there will be drama coming soon in a couple of chapters.
~Mini Peacelet~
Born To Fly - Part 3
"Alright everyone settle down please." The no nonsense teacher addressed the pupil referral unit with a poised manner as she entered the classroom, a bunch of folders propped under her arm. She allowed the mechanised door to bang shut as she paced to her desk, depositing the files, "Save the chatter for after school, I know I'm a few minutes late but that's no excuse."
Smart board controls in her clutch as she projected the lesson file from her laptop to the large screen, she sharply pirouetted around, "Gabriella, that includes yo-" she paused abruptly, her gaze locking on the human's presence that was unwelcome. Barry Barry. She never did discover the outcome to the theft he had committed, all she was conscious of was that he had returned every single penny of the cash he had stolen from his sister's funds for America. His mother had chucked him out.
"Barry, what the hell are you doing in here?" She hissed with assertion. She wondered why the other Barry sibling wasn't generating a drama at her brother's appearance. Glancing briefly around the PRU, she recalled that Dynasty was with Simon for resilience education. He wasn't the slightest bit bothered, rocking on the chair, his tongue lightly licking his lips.
Gabriella scowled, "Don't speak to him like that." Her posh accent was pure innocence, she then rotated so she was facing Barry, flicking her angelic locks over her shoulder, "You've come to keep me company haven't you?" She pressed her glossy lips against her boyfriends tentatively.
Nikki rolled her sparkling orbs, "Barry, you know you have absolutely no right to be in this school, so I'm politely asking you to leave now."
"No. Stay, please." The wealthy adolescent fluttered her thick eyelashes that were coated with fine layers of jet black mascara. She positioned her hand on Barry's shoulder, glaring maliciously at her teacher.
"Gabriella, you are already on extremely thin ice because of your behaviour. It should be in your interests to get in my good books." The former army captain's northern accent was thick, "You have work to be getting on with, you can see Mr Barry in your own time, not mine. I doubt anyone else would be too delighted at your presence, so out now Barry." It wasn't a request, a direct instruction. She stamped her authority with her tone, in no mood to be irritated. Today wasn't a good day anyway without her adding her irrational behaviour.
With a smug smirk plastered across his face, Barry rose to his feet and pecked his girlfriend's lips, "Alright, I'm goin'." he raised his hand in defence, "Wouldn't want ya to get in trouble would we Gabs? Besides, I've been in one of Boston's lessons way too many times, they're dead boring. See ya later babes!" And with that he departed.
Gabriella glared at Nikki, evidently not satisfied with the outcome, "I don't even want to learn about Shakespeare anyway." She then hurled herself to her feet and stormed out, in search of something more interesting to do.
Fortunately, the other students seemed to have fathomed that Miss Boston wasn't in the most forgiving or tolerating mood and therefore chose to obey her commands. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, enjoy the rest of the day." She dismissed the PRU and flopped down onto her chair, propping her elbows on the desk and burying her face in her hands.
"Are you ready?"
Nikki jumped with a start, she hadn't heard Christine enter. Lifting her head up, she nodded, "Yeah." Her attempt to sound normal and composed had failed, faltering over the simple one word response.
"Is something wrong?" Christine's smile descended into a concerned frown. Her wife was usually so in control and very rarely did her pupils break through her durable barrier.
"Gabriella Wark; she's still testing me. I honestly don't think there is much more we can do for her, no matter what we do she throws it back at us. This afternoon, she bought her boyfriend into lesson. You wouldn't even believe who he is." She still hadn't deciphered how the pair were actually together, they were hardly a suspected combination.
"Well, we'll soon be reviewing her time in the PRU and the outcomes it's influenced. But if Waterloo Road can't help her, then I'm not sure anyone can. And try me?"
"Barry Barry."
"The Barry Barry?" Christine stifled a laugh.
"Yeah, I'm serious."
The blonde peered at her watch, "Come on, we best get going. Don't worry about what's happening here, let's just focus on us for the rest of today." Her brewing excitement wasn't mutual.
It was a month subsequently to there original chat about having a baby. They had chosen a private clinic for Nikki's IVF treatment for a few reasons. And elected to wait a month so they could discuss the idea further and for the brunette to stop consuming alcohol and anything else that could possibly - despite the risks being incredibly low - effect their baby if it was still in her system. Avoiding complications was essential.
Nikki tapped her foot anxiously against the cheap, linoleum floor of the clinic; a subtle noise radiating out from the movement. Nervous was an understatement. She was apprehensive of the whole prospect, but she comprehended that she was just going to have to hope for the best.
Her wife interlaced her own hand around the brunette's, squeezing reassuringly; comfort. "I know you'll never admit it, but I can see that you're nervous and scared."
"I'm not." She retorted instantly. Christine was right though, with both aspects, she was nervous and scared but refused to confess. "I'm just a little apprehensive, and stressed because of the day I've had. This is a big deal for me. It feels weird I guess, I could be pregnant in a month." She shrugged; her emotions were a blur.
"It's understandable." Christine sympathised, "Try not to worry though, it's going to be okay."
The English teacher just nodded, it didn't make things any simpler for her though. Her cornflower-blue orbs tainted with tension flickered around the waiting room, perceiving all the other - heterosexual - couples. That made her feel even more uncomfortable, she had convinced herself that they were staring and whispering about her and Christine. All the women appeared younger than her too.
The decor was rather bland, and perhaps cold; a tacky linoleum surfaced floor, white washed walls adorned with posters regarding IVF. Nikki fidgeted in her plastic chair, wherever she gazed there were no consolations. Positivity was absence.
"Nicola Boston?"
Nikki inhaled a quick breath, stealing a final glance at Christine for desperate assurance. She shakily regained her equilibrium, clutching her wife's hand, and followed the doctor into a private room.