Would you look at that, I actually wrote another chapter =P
Chapter 12
The next morning at school John and Rose walked in holding hands, smiling and laughing about some stupid thing John had done early in the morning. They teachers' lounge is almost empty save for Amelia, who is pouring herself a mug of coffee. Rose kisses John's cheek before turning and leaving, heading to her classroom.
"Looks like you had a good date." Amy remarks, smirking over her mug.
John blushes. "Yes, it was fantastic." He grins and Amy smiles I return.
"I'm glad." She hands John her mug and leaves the room, tossing a "I expect details at lunch!" over her shoulder.
John sips the coffee, gags, and leaves it on the counter. He heads towards his classroom, dreading helping Reinette with her homework. The blonde is sitting on his desk when he walks in and she breaks into a flirtatious grin at the sight of him. She hops down from the desk and takes a seat in her desk, John moving to sit beside her.
"Okay, so have you worked out what to do?" John asks, hoping beyond hope that there are only a few questions she has left.
"Actually, I don't understand any of it, professor." She has pushed her desk as close to the one John is sitting in-Martha's?-and John really wishes Amy was here to deflect this girl. Amy is great at making Reinette uncomfortable in her flirting to the point that she won't even look at John with Amy around.
"Okay, well, let's start with question one then."
As John helps Reinette to understand the work he knows she already has all the answers too, she starts to caress his arm and bat her eyelashes in a way that is not nearly as adorable as when Rose does it. John is more than uncomfortable, body stiff and words clipped, but Reinette doesn't seem to notice or is choosing to ignore it.
"Class is going to start in five minutes and I have some setting up to do, can you finish the rest on your own?" John ask, standing up and frowning when Reinette follows suit.
"Absolutely, professor," She purrs, "you've been such a help. If only there was some way I could repay you." She moves close, pinning John against his desk and shoving her body against his.
"Reinette, this is highly inappropriate." John tells her firmly but she doesn't move back and John can't risk shoving her off of him for fear that someone will see and make assumptions about John harming his students.
"Am I being a bad girl?" her red lips curl into a wicked smirk and John tries to lean away. She grabs his tie and runs her sharp nails over the fabric, pulling him closer and smashing her mouth against his. John gasps and struggles to get away, but Reinette continues to mash her mouth against his in a way that reminds John of his first kiss-awkward and not at all pleasurable. When she finally releases him she's gasping and grinning, red lipstick smeared.
"Reinette that was incredibly inappropriate and I would appreciate it if you would not do something so unwanted again." John growls at her before storming from his office and towards the bathroom, just knowing he has red all over his mouth now. He doesn't look back to see her reaction, hoping she'll finally understand.
When John returns to his classroom, face clean and tie straightened, the rest of his class has arrived and Reinette is frowning at him from her seat. John hopes that frown is a good thing and not an 'I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment' frown.
Martha breaks into a grin as he walks in and his stomach drops, grinning students can only mean trouble.
"You had a date," Martha announces.
"Yes, yes I did." John leans against his desk and looks at his class with a raised eyebrow.
"Care to share with the class?" Shawn pipes up and John nearly laughs, multiple kids do.
"Please do, I'm just dying to know." Reinette groans sarcastically from the front row. Martha rolls her eyes and looks at John eagerly.
"We went to the country and stargazed." John tells them, turning to gather some graded tests from his desk. He hears Martha and Gus aww while Shawn makes a comment about some movie John has never seen-he wonders if Dean would have laughed, probably.
"That's it? How…" Reinette clicks her nails on her desk. "Cliché."
"Well I think it's sweet." Martha tells him.
"Like you know anything about a good date." Reinette comments.
"And you do?" Shawn asks. "Your dates are more like snobby remarks that leads to cold sex and regret."
Reinette gapes at him, Martha snickers behind her hand, and John knows he should scold the young boy but he just starts handing out tests instead.
"I'll have you know my dates are classy, not cold." Reinette informs him and Shawn just raises an eyebrow.
"Really? That's not what Dean said."
"What did he say?"
"Oh nothing." Shawn smirks and Reinette starts to blush, rage painting her words.
"Spill, Spencer!"
"Perhaps you should wait in the hall, Reinette, until you can calm down." John speaks up, handing an A+ test to Burton Guster.
"Excuse me?" She gapes and John just points towards the door. She groans and stomps out into the hall. Shawn laughs and John smiles at the boy.
"Excellent work, Shawn, but maybe you should put just as much effort into your tests as you do into teasing your classmates."
Rose smiles as her class packs up and leaves, chatting adamantly about the upcoming project. Rose is about to leave and go find John or just a cup of tea when Harold walks in with a crooked smirk and a dark look in his eyes. Rose goes cold and faces him with a fake smile plastered on her lips.
"You're a wonderful teacher, Ms. Tyler, I can only assume all your students have crushes on you." He walks in and the door clicks closed behind him, Rose swallows uneasily.
"I don't believe that's true, only John has a crush on me." She tells him, hoping John's name will make him back off.
"Ah yes, the chem teacher." He sneers, now standing close to Rose. "He's not much of a man though, more like a boy. You need a man, Ms. Tyler."
Rose frowns. "I happen to like John, and he's more of a man then you'll ever be." Rose tells him harshly, praying he won't fire her.
"Or maybe you just haven't been with a real man yet." Harold leers and backs her up against the wall, placing his arms on either side of her head and effectively trapping her.
"You're making me uncomfortable, Mr. Saxon, could you move?" Rose tries for strong but her words come off shaky, flash backs to Jimmy flashing in her mind.
"Gladly," He replies moving closer and pressing his lips to her neck. Rose cringes at the feeling. He's practically purring the words 'so beautiful' and 'mine' against her skin and Rose can feel her stomach twisting and her eyes burning with tears. Rose acts before she thinks, just knowing she needs to get away. She rams her knee up into his crotch, causing the piece of filth to double over in pain and allowing her to escape. She rushes from the room and right into Amy.
Relief washes over Rose as Amy wraps her arms around her, keeping her safe. Amy doesn't ask, not yet any way, just leads Rose away from her room and towards the girls' bathroom.
Rose pukes the second her knees hit the floor in front of the toilet and Amy is right behind her, rubbing soothing circles on her back. Rose sobs and leans into Amy after a few moments, breathing rapid and uneven.
"Sorry," Rose mumbles, reaching up to wipe her eyes. "Don't mean to be such a bother."
"It's fine, sweetheart, no bother at all." Amy shushes, "I'm always hear for you."
"I just started thinking about before and then he…" Rose trails off and Amy takes her hands.
"It's okay, Rose, I'm here now. You don't have to explain, just tell me who hurt you and I'll kick their ass."
"I love you." Rose laughs and Amy wraps her in a hug. They sit like that for a while, just holding each other on the bathroom floor as Rose calms down.
"Class started five minutes ago, they'll be looking for us." Amy mumbles into Rose's hair.
"Harold, it was Harold." Rose says, pulling away from the other girl. "He forced himself on me so I kneed him in the crotch."
"Oh that bastard!" Amy growls. "I'm gonna kick his perverted ass!"
"No, you can't!" Rose objects. "He'll fire you."
"So fucking what?" Amy asks, fire in her eyes. "He hurt you, no one does that and gets away with it."
"Amy, please, I'm fine." Rose pleads as Amy hauls her to her feet.
"No you're not, you were crying for over ten minutes and you puked twice. He hurt you, he made you relive something traumatic while also sexually assaulting you, no Rose, that's not even close to okay."
Rose smiles softly and hugs Amy again, holding her tight.
"I am so glad you're here."
John holds Rose as they sit on his couch, movie playing but neither of them are paying it much attention, more focused on the events of the day. Jack had finally gotten in touch with River only to discover she wasn't fired but rather on an indefinite leave of absence. Jack doesn't think she'll come back and Amy had to follow him into the bathroom to actually comfort him.
Rose was on edge all day and Amy seemed to be everywhere, protecting and offering hugs and reassuring smiles. Amy didn't kick Harold's ass but she did make a call to the board and now Amy and Rose have a meeting with the district head this weekend, something Rose is not happy about but knows it's important.
Rose didn't tell John what happened until after school just in case he made a scene. John had insisted that he make her dinner and she had agreed, needing to just be around him. He burned what ever it was that he tried to make and ordered a pizza instead, leaving them to cuddle on the couch with full bellies and pizza grease lips.
"I love you." John kisses the words against her temple and Rose twists in his arms, turning a surprised smile on him.
"Do you now?" She asks, moving to sit in his lap.
"Well, yes, as it turns out I love you very much, Rose Tyler." He admits, stumbling over his words and blushing to the tips of his ears. Rose gives him her tongue in teeth smile before leaning close and kissing him deeply.
"I love you too, Doctor."