Mr Gunn and the Spanish Teacher
Chapter 6
The next morning, as everyone sat around the dining table. It was clear to see that there was still some unresolved discomfort and awkwardness between Trevor and Gareth, the both of them had found themselves being forced to sit on opposite's side of the table, they were sitting facing one another.
Gareth started the ball rolling, by reminding Trevor he might be in for one enormous "Oh you're asking for trouble mister, once Mrs Barber gets wind of you two getting up to no good with each other."
"Well if you put it like that, it's not only been me and Trevor's who have been up to no good." Nicola spoke out, pointing the blame squarely at Gareth. "To tell the truth, me and Trevor like each other greatly, so big bloody deal. There's no harm in that whatsoever and we don't care what Mrs Baron will have to say when she finds out out about us two." Nicola wasn't scared at all, of the possibility of facing the heavy breathing dragon like headmistress. She had heard enough stories about Mrs Baron from each teacher at Greybridge School. - She had an acid tongue and how she sometimes had the scare factor of a traditional pigeon.
Trevor started to relax back in his chair and responded to what Nicola had brilliantly said, by giving a self-confident smile. This woman was absolutely amazing, oh he felt like shagging and hugging her all day along as a special treat, for her having put Gareth Barber in his place.
"Churchy and Postern are practically doing the same thing as well Gaz. So you when it comes down to what you've just said, there's nothing wrong with me and Babes here going out together. We can keep our relationship under control. Just case of how long Babes can go through each School day, with not trying to picture me naked." Trevor said. He made a very interesting point with what he'd commented about, with regards to the Greybridge teachers keeping relationships off the school premises. - at least until after they've left the school grounds, therefore they were free to do whatever they liked or enjoyed to do.
"Ugh...not something I'd want to picture myself..." Gareth almost nearly made the bad mistake of wondering what Trevor might look like beneath all of those clothes.
"Oh believe me Gareth, he looks absolutely magnificent underneath every layer of the clothes he wears." Nicola couldn't resist winding the Geography teacher up, although not in a malicious manner. "Let's just Michelangelo's David may just have some competition."
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The following Monday at Greybridge School, the preparations still weren't quite in place for the expected arrival of the School inspector. Daphne didn't seem too bothered regarding the fact, about having to tolerate Mrs Baron's loud old-school singing. The receptionist looked more preoccupied and distracted as she read her book copy of 50 Shades of Grey.
"She's off her rocker again." Sarah certainly believed this to be very true.
"Sarah!, she might be what you're saying she is but there's a likely chance she's probably heard you badmouthing her by now. Remember what she said herself to the pupils the other week, cross me and I will destroy you, there's a more than likely chance she meant that comment for us teachers as well." Keith tried to get the message across, that it's probably not a wise choice to start slating the headmistress.
"I'm talking about a woman who keeps calling me Smarty Postern here Keith not Lord Voldermort." Sarah frustratingly explained, clearly the both of them weren't exactly thinking along the same page as one another. When it came to discussing matters, Keith would always typically and foolishly stick to his gut feeling and she would tell the truth out loud, not caring who heard her.
As they reached outside Keith's classroom, down the end of the corridor. Unbeknownst to them, something was lain in wait behind the door handle on the other side of the door. Something itchy, in which Keith happened to be sensitive to.
Further down the corridor in the Spanish themed classroom - Trevor and Nicola were flirting outrageously, they couldn't take their hands or eyes off each other. There was definite signs of sizzling sparks of passion starting to establish itself between the both of them.
After the disappointment of losing his Gee-Graffy class to Gareth, Trevor wondered whether the headmistress might consider him for teaching another subject in the school, despite his lack of knowledge of every School subject other than PE. "Eh do you think Baron will let me teach Francais?"
"French...Hmm probably unlikely." She had picked up on the fact over the last five days, that he seemed to have a genuine habit of mispronouncing School subjects - however that Monday morning was different, he had only deliberately made the mistake of pronouncing the French word than the English translated word, that he was meaning to say.
"Worth hoping though...Suppose I better scarper before Churchy or Sarah sees me and you getting lovey dovey."
"You better had, before I end up fancying giving that fine looking arse of yours, a proper cheeky slap." Nicola said, as she meticulously eyed up his gorgeously shaped bum. Trevor gave her a gentle kiss on the lips before sashaying out of the classroom. The PE Teacher turned to his right hand side, glancing towards the top half section of the corridor and right on cue he caught a glimpse of Keith, hurrying throughout the hallway. - He had eaten chocolate chip cookies which he had reason to believe Sarah had left on his desk for him, without knowing the cookies contained peanuts. From time to time Keith tended to have an allergic reaction to them whenever he was offered one to nibble on.
Keith quickly stormed to Mrs Baron's office. When he got there, Daphne hadn't even acknowledged him knocking on her desk, the school secretary looked far much sidetracked while she listened to pop music on her headphones. By chance, however he did succeed in getting Mrs Baron's as she came out from her office, to see what the dreadful noise was outside her door.
"Good heavens you look like you've gone seven rounds of Cage fighting with a monkey, Mr Church." She didn't know whether to make fun of his hopeless misfortune or to act seriously for once, while he explained his reason for having swollen balloon-like cheeks. She opted for the first choice.
"Let me guess you're allergic to peanuts and you think Mr Gunn is the reason behind why your cheeks look like two tennis balls." She knew this pretty much, he needn't have to tell her at all because she was smart enough to read him like a book, everytime he wanted to make a complaint.
"That man is unreliable, incompetent and sex-mad. It's a wonder how he's managed to last this long at Greybridge, without facing the sack."
"Mr Gunn is one of finest PE Teachers, he's hardly a Dennis the Menace wannabe. The Ofsted inspector will be here in sometime this week, so I suggest the both of you kiss and make up or shake hands or hug it out...or whatever the teachers do nowadays..." Mrs Baron wasn't someone who was never too fully up-to-date on how teachers liked to clear the air between each other.
"Absolutely not, that man's nauseating." Keith refused to comply with her recommendation. He absolutely couldn't bear the thought of shaking Trevor's hand, knowing all too well that it might smell of god knows what.
"When the Ofsted Inspector arrives at Greybridge, he or she will more than likely be watching you and the rest of the teachers, like a hawk. Surely you can call a truce with Mr Gunn and stop calling him Tricky Dicky Trev." She highlighted some of the Science teacher's annoying faults, much to his awkwardness. Wait a minute, how could she have known about the nickname he gave to Trevor?
Honestly the headmistress was so stubbornly difficult to talk to, even on one of her reoccurring happy days. It didn't take long for him to accept, that he had no choice - put aside his differences with Trevor likewise or face the close up scrutiny of the strict inspector.
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"Right twenty laps of the gym and then football outside!" Trevor bellowed aloud, while he taught the morning PE lesson in the school gym. He was in an extremely good mood however despite this, he was still aiming to demonstrate how much of an able-bodied and strong-minded teacher he was. Well he couldn't go all soft in front of the pupils right now, as they would no doubt take the mickey out of him. He blew on his silver whistle, which caused a few of the pupils to start sprinting from one end of the gymnasium to the other and the rest to walk it instead.
"Oi no walking, otherwise you won't be handpicked for next week's football tournament in Hunts Cross." He reminded them, this was a football tournament they had only won two previous matches in and for this year, all that mattered to the school, was that they could turn their luck around for the better.
Keith reluctantly entered the gym, knowing he had to face speaking to Trevor. All of a sudden he decided against having a chat with him and when the coast was clear, he opted to make a dash out the door. Unfortunately he wasn't quick enough to accomplish this as Trevor had caught him red-handed, hanging around by the doorway.
"Alright Churchy and what brings you to the Kingdom of Gunn?" He asked, with both hands on hips.
"Any chance of a word Trevor?" Keith asked.
"What now?, I'm kind of playing the King of the Greybridge Gym here Churchy." Trevor said. The reason behind why he sometimes called the gym names was because he happened to be a massive fan of Games of Thrones. Only Nicola had known he was a fan, so he was therefore hoping to persuade her to giving one episode a try. God Babes would look sexy dressed as Daenerys.
"Yes now unless you plan on playing the waiting game with me until 3pm." Keith said, as he glanced up at the wall clock in the gym, which read 9:05 am.
"Ha ha that sounds fun... Oh go on then, tell me what's up with you, you want my advice on wooing Postern?" Trevor liked the thought of making his rival following him around the school for hours on end, at least until he declared when he was free to talk. He could see how apprehensive the taller teacher was and so gave him the chance to tell him what he wanted to ask him.
"You see the thing is, Mrs Baron wants the two of us, to sort our differences once and for all." Obviously Keith still didn't look particularly thrilled at the prospect of being friends with his adversary.
"Really?"
"Yes really. How hard can it be for you, to stop stuffing your mouth with one of my freshly sandwiches or one of my scotch eggs?" Keith made the unfortunate mistake of reminding himself of a few occasions where, Trevor dropped his sandwiches into the school canteen and when he fed one of Keith's Scotch eggs to Mrs Baron's Yorkshire Terrier on purpose.
Trevor expressed a thoughtful smile. "Not too bloody hard Churchy."
"This doesn't mean I'm forgiving you for the silly stunt you pulled in my classroom half an hour ago."
"What stunt?" Trevor asked, he cleverly pretended he didn't have an actual clue whatsoever, as to what the idiot was now inconveniently droning on about.
"Oh you know very well what stunt I mean." Keith said, as they squared up to one another.
"Nah you see the thing is, I don't. So I'm not the one to blame this time. I'm afraid." Trevor maintained his innocence to a frustrated Keith.
"Well then you must be covering for the guilty person. Someone hasfound out about about my allergy and decided to trick me into sampling a plate of cookies, you must have told them."
"Nope. not me." One of the young lads Ryan was now watching them talking, Trevor turned and saw him staring, he kicked one of the softballs in Ryan's direction. This was remind the lad he was there to participate in the PE lesson not to eavesdrop on what the teachers were discussing.
Eventually the both of them came to an agreement on two things - one, Trevor needed to behave properly and two, Keith needed to include Trevor in future conversations between him and Sarah, even if the conversations were mind-numbingly boring.
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"You're a very beautiful but naughty woman, Nicola Andrews. Almost getting me in trouble." Trevor said, upon surprising his new girlfriend, as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Mmm you don't say, Mr Sexy Arse." She purred, whilst enjoying the magnificence of his embracing arms. "I can't actually apologize for that, given that Keith thought you left him the peanut cookies. Honestly that man, thinks from the outside of his mind than inside it." She shared
"That's Churchy for you. He hates not being right when someone proves him wrong, plus he hates giving money to charity." Trevor updated her on a couple of details about the sometimes shy and reserved Chemistry teacher.
"What a cheeky swine." She expressed her surprise upon hearing this about Keith.
"Exactly Babes." Trevor said, before spinning her around to face him, he then drew her in for a tender kiss on the lips. She threw her arms up and around him, her hands placing themselves at the back of his neck. Although they couldn't attempt to rip each other's clothes off right there and then, in the event of someone possibly catching them in the act, so instead the two teachers resorted to sharing as many sneaky kisses with each other as possible. If they were eventually caught together in a compromising position, any potential gossip regarding them, wouldn't bother them at all.
After they finished kissing and parted from their embrace temporarily. Trevor wanted to discover if she had any more tricks up her sleeve against Keith. "So is this the end of your dastardly plotting against Churchy?"
"Not quite" She smirked.
Outside Keith was left to wonder, why on earth his beloved car had disappeared from it's usual parked space. To add to his confusion, Mr Hubble walked up to him and gave him a wink for some unknown reason. Trevor and Nicola watched on from her classroom window, laughing together. Finally he was getting a taste of his own medicine and getting taught a well deserved lesson, in not to cross people.
End of Chapter
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