A/N: Another update already! Thank you so much for the reviews. I will try and keep up with more regular updates but I'm currently writing 3 fics and attend to update the one that has the most readers primarily. Also, I've been struggling with this story but now have a vague idea of where it is going for a few chapters at least! I hope you like this longer part. :) xx
~Mini Peacelet~
Born To Fly - Part 13
"Are you sure you want to come in today? You know you don't have to if you don't feel up to it." Christine watched apprehensively as her wife continued to finish clasping the buttons on her duck-egg blue shirt together, then smoothing out the creases with the palms of her hands.
With a sharp nod, the brunette spoke, "Christine, I'm fine. Please, stop fussing." She requested politely, tone melodious as she slipped her arms into her blazer and tugged at the sleeves until she was satisfied that it was sat perfectly. "You'll be the first to know if I'm not, okay?" She promised and planted a tender kiss on the headmistress's lips.
"Okay," The older woman nodded contently and perceived as she exited the bedroom and padded downstairs, heading in search of her own breakfast and to present her darling feline with his. Christine waited a few moments before following after locating her suit jacket and shoes for that day.
When the blonde arrived downstairs, Nikki was spooning out a quantity of cat food from a tin into Fiddles's bowl and adding a fresh treat of chopped chicken, the feline purring sweetly as he brushed against her legs affectionately. She deposited the bowl on the floor, the tabby exhaling a grateful meow before tucking into the food whilst the former army captain topped up his water bowl.
"What do you fancy for breakfast?" Christine endeavoured as she open the fridge door, scanning it's contents curiously.
The English teacher jerked her shoulders slightly, "Fruit and yoghurt with a sprinkling of granola." She concluded with a shy smile, her lover extending her arm into the fridge, "Preferably the exotic fruits and strawberries!" She added as she poured the boiling water into two mugs and mashed the teabags around with a teaspoon.
Christine shifted her hand from her wife's usual choice of fruit - a berry mixture - to the packet containing chunks of mango, papaya and pineapple and removed it from the fridge, along with the punnet of strawberries and natural yoghurt. "It's unlike you to go for that combination, you always scrunched your nose up at it before?"
The younger female dipped her head as she splashed some milk into their beverages, "Maybe I just really want some mango and papaya." She shrugged futilely, dismissing the question.
"Is somebody getting their first craving?" The blonde smirked with a teasing manner as she began to dish out the fruit.
"No! Maybe..." Nikki desired not to attract the attention that accompanied her very first cravings of this pregnancy, the head teacher tauntingly waving a piece of mango in front of her nose yet moving it whenever she attempted to bite it, "well, yes." Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink as she confirmed the suspicion.
Christine grinned, "That's cute," she finally popped the nugget of exotic fruit into her wife's mouth, beaming infectiously.
"Right, that's enough you lot! Quieten down and return to your seats." Nikki commanded with an assertive and sharp tone, risen above the noise levels of the students of the PRU as she paced across to her desk, worksheets tucked under her arm in a plastic wallet.
The rebellious adolescents had been tormenting the affluent Gabriella, propelling objects through the air and generally irritating her about her actions that had resulted in the resilience camp and education being cancelled. She deserved it yet it wasn't acceptable to allow her class to get away with it.
The no nonsense teacher began handing out the worksheets and explaining what their first lesson entitled. "Any questions?" She paused briefly, "Right, get on with your work quietly please. Let's see if we can have an event free lesson for once." Her features were still expressionless, but she hoped her stern and authoritative mood would prevent any brewing trouble. She returned to her desk, perching on her swivel chair and began marking.
Silence reverberated the background for a while, the teens quietly scribbling away at the work. The atmosphere was almost to muted for it to be true. It was too good to be true. Before long, Gabriella's boredom escalated and she rotated round in her chair, designer bag resting on her lap.
"Hey! Can I interest you in any of these?" She whispered, posh accent still prominent as she presented a handful of illegal vodka shots, "They're 25p each or 5 for £1, so any of you interested?" The slight hum from her class didn't bother the teacher; the students could never stay quiet for long. And the noise wasn't unbearable. Yet.
She was brave. Or perhaps stupid. Kacey couldn't decide. Selling illegal vodka shots in class; she concluded she was obtusely fearless. Especially in Ms Boston's lesson; the ex army sergeant captured no prisoners.
"I understand that you are still annoyed at me because of the resilience camp." Gabby sighed delicately, "But drink a couple of these and trust me, you'll be having more fun than you could ever have imagined having at that stupid camp." She smiled sweetly.
"Yeah, alright. I'm in." Darren reached across to snatch a couple but the Wark offspring shifted them from his reach.
"Ah ah, you have to pay first." She stated sincerely. She wasn't marginally concerned or worried about dealing dangerous shots in class; she had controlling knowledge in her defence.
Darren shoved his hand into his pocket and passed her a pound before grasping the shots and stuffing them in his bag. Harley and Rhiannon joined him. Kacey was more reluctant.
"Where'd ya get these from?" She inquired curiously, studying the packaging of one of Harley's. "They look proper dodgy, and it's not like you need the money anyway." They looked familiar. Too familiar for her liking, "Wait! Did our Barry put you up to this?! He's always dealing this illegal shit." She narrowed her gaze and scrutinised the wealthy adolescent, "He did, didn't he?" She scoffed with a humourless laugh.
"Will you keep your voice down." Gabriella hissed with a spiteful glare, "Who cares if I got them from Barry or I'm helping someone sell them. I won't get caught."
"Oh yeah?" Kacey arced her eyebrow and smiled smugly as she noticed Miss Boston had regained her equilibrium and was heading straight in their direction.
"What's going on?" Nikki demanded, folding her arms tightly across her chest, "What's the distraction? Gabby get back to your own table." She instructed confidently, still trying to locate the origin of the distraction.
"Miss," The youngest Barry sibling began to speak, "Gabriella's selling dodgy vodka shots - probably on behalf of Barry." She scowled hostile with revenge at the blonde who matched her ominous glare back, horrified and exasperated that she had just been grassed.
The brunette frowned, "Is this true?" She inquired, diverting her austere glare to the rich teen, "I said is this true?" She bellowed subsequently to receiving no reply, stamping her dominative ability as she snatched the expensive handbag and peered inside, orbs widening in anger and dismay, "Come on, Mrs Mulgrew's office. NOW." She beckoned harshly but Gabriella refused to move.
The bell chimed, indicating that it was break time and the first morning lessons were over. The adolescents all departed promptly, excluding Gabriella who remained perched on her chair, smirking smugly.
"I have absolutely no idea why you are smirking because this is NOT funny." Nikki growled, "Now, come on. I'm not in the mood for this, Gabby. Get to Mrs Mulgrew's office and quit giving me anymore hassle!" She ordered bitterly, completely strict.
"I know." Gabriella spoke simply, "I know." Her well-spoken accent was becoming increasingly irritating with every smug, petty word she exhaled.
The former army captain rolled her eyes in shear frustration, "What do you know?!" She snapped.
"I know that you're pregnant."