I made myself hate the new introduction in this chapter; hopefully I can convince you to do the same. Enjoy.
/-^1^-\ Next Week. Monday. /-^1^-\
Alison was given a guy and a girl to look after and teach a little on practical's under Albert's assistance. He'd briefed her on what to do anyway but she'd know in advanced what she had to do.
The two students were Dorian Leonard and Sophia McDonald. They clearly didn't like each other. They were standing facing ever so slightly apart with a large gap in between them and Alison instantly realised that to get them to work together a lot would be an issue.
"My name is Dr. Alison MacLeod and in relation to the staff entrance it is the second door you will encounter in case you didn't consider it," said Alison, "It's 9am, and I'm just going to get all the paperwork and things for you to sign then by 10am hopefully I can show you around and area's you will need to be aware of."
She left to go to the main office and bent down to open the draw and pulled out all the paperwork that she'd need, lifting out her folder. When she stood up someone gripped her shoulders.
"Jesus Christ!" she cried, letting out a panic stricken sigh. Jonathan cackled lowly in her ear.
"Sorry," he said. He wasn't at all. "Did I see you ride in on a motorbike this morning, Alison?"
"I presume so if you were looking out of the window when you heard the sound of a motorbike."
"It looks quite nice..."
"Ducati... ohhh," she gasped, fluttering her eyelashes. Jonathan cringed, still not used to the fact she was apparently turned on by odd things like that. "It's beautiful!"
"I guess that is one way to describe it," he remarked, raising a brow, "since when could you ride a motorbike?"
"Since I was 20. Why are you so curious?"
"Just surprised. Okay, no... I'm worried. This all goes back to you being a little unstable on the stairs and yet choosing the oddest methods of travel."
"I'll be fine. Trust me. I'm used to it," she smiled.
"Okay," sighed Jonathan, kissing her cheek quickly and backing away. "Oh are those student forms!"
"Yep."
"You didn't tell me you had some students."
"Just two." He was surprised. She wasn't nervous about it at all, he could tell. Then again, she had previously taught before. He might have taken intense interest in her CV when she first came.
"I've got one. I think she's insane," frowned Jonathan, "and illegitimately interested in drugs," he laughed, unlocking a draw.
"Ah, thank goodness. I thought you were stalking on me by coming in here," she said, doing a fake sigh of relief. He stood straight and glared at her, picking a rubber-band from the top and firing it at her. She squealed and ran out of the main office. "Bastard," she muttered.
"Heard that," he replied.
"Would this be your student?" asked Alison, guiding a girl with bright blonde hair and wet looking blue eyes.
"Ivana... I was just getting the paperwork."
"I got scared," whispered Ivana, stepping closer. Alison turned around and left, which made Jonathan little nervous. Ivana was a creep! But then something made him pay attention to Ivana.
"Scared?" he asked. The weird adolescent nodded with a smile. "Why it's only an office - a large one at that," he remarked, raising a brow. He offered rationality, despite his internal intention to strip it away.
/-^1^-\
"Are you aware of possession of a fine derrière in leather?" remarked Jonathan, pushing the door shut. Alison looked over her shoulder and smirked, placing her keys down.
"Unusually flirtatious language," she observed.
"I don't know; the view seemed to call for it. And I am human after all," he grinned, walking up behind her and unzipping the jacket, slipping it off her shoulders. He kissed her neck and hung it up behind him. When he turned back around she was facing him. He jumped and laughed nervously.
"I don't know why I jumped."
"I'm closer," she pointed out. He put his arm out and found himself able to reach her much easier. He clutched her top zip at first then moved his hand a little lower slowly, taking his time over the process before clutching her hips.
"I don't remember you wearing that at work."
"That's because I wasn't. I decided to go for a ride before I came home and I wanted to feel the part. It's also why I told you to come in late."
"Amazing," he smiled, undoing the button and working on the zip. She tilted her head and kissed him, moving closer.
"Where is this going?" she whispered, speaking into his open mouth.
"I don't know."
"I'm asking if we should move somewhere comfier than the stairs," she said dryly.
"Are you suggesting we sleep together?" he smirked. She nodded coyly. "Okay," he nodded.
"Who are you and what have you done with Jonathan?" she gaped. All he did was smile deviously at her. He was waiting for her to show her certainty, which she did so by not wasting a second more just stood around, leading him, practically like a dog on a leash, to the bedroom.
/-^1^-\ Same Week. Tuesday. /-^1^-\
Jonathan hummed as he got out the folder from the filing cabinet for the day's work. Thankfully, he was partnered with someone else in the research labs so it wasn't all bad. And anyway, last night put him in high spirits. Things were okay for now. Albert strolled in and raised a brow, tilting his head in a curious manner much like a dog might when it heard a similar bark.
"Do we need to call the board on you boy?" he asked. Jonathan jumped.
"No, I'm just in high spirits," he laughed.
"Nice change," scoffed Albert. Jonathan pulled him a false hurt look which Albert could see right through. He left the office chuckling. Jonathan sheepishly laughed to himself too and left with the folder he needed. As wandered down the hall and nearly rolled his eyes but managed to refrain as Ivana was gazing down. Great, ruin my spirit... He held a finger up and glanced into Alison's office. She was in, and alone. He sighed in sheer relief and pressed himself to the door.
"My student is weird," he stated, "she really is."
"How?"
"She's always looking for me, she hangs out on the corridor until I arrive, waiting for me!"
"She's probably just nervous, give them a break Johnny."
"I ... I didn't say she wouldn't be nervous I mean... she's a bit of a stalker."
"Then transfer her."
"I need to keep a perfect record," he insisted, looking panicked.
"Hoping to get promoted?" she laughed, grinning. He shrugged casually and nodded, perplexed all the same. He hadn't even told her about that little aspiration.
"I should give myself a bit of a chance, right?"
"I know you've been recommended, Albert told me yesterday. Jon, My students are due; go see to your creepy one," she laughed, pushing her heel lightly into his backside to encourage his exit.
"Oww, bitch," he cried, rubbing his buttocks "don't blame me if I turn insane," he muttered on his way out as Alison cackled at his snappy comeback.
He pulled the door back and gasped. Ivana was glaring up at him from the corridor, her watery blue eyes fixed on his. He waited for her to move whilst trying to glance at Alison who was digging around in her filing cabinet with her back turned. Bloody. Typical. Alison. Please! HELP!
"What are you doing?" he blurted out in a higher pitch than he intended.
"What are you doing? You're supposed to be teaching me."
"Yeah and I was just talking to my colleague about something we needed to discuss from yesterday," he said, still waiting for her to move.
Dorian and Sophia approached the door.
"Erm... Excuse me?" said Sophia as Ivana didn't budge. Ivana turned to glare at Sophia and took a step back.
"There you go, Miss McDonald," she sneered.
Jonathan flattened himself to the door and nodded at the two other students before flying out of the door himself before Ivana could block him again. He shut the door to and nodded his head to the end of the corridor, leaving Ivana no choice but to walk.
"Hi," said Jonathan, nodding to a doctor named Irene Milligan. She was an alright person actually, kept herself to herself, did the job and went home. It was easy going for Jonathan to be working in the same room as her and her two students.
Apparently no one got on with Ivana. The two students in there, two boys, were very disturbed if she approached them at all. Not too evidently, but their posture tensed and they looked uncomfortable somewhat. It was in their eyes that Jonathan could see the utter displeasure they both had. Dr. Milligan didn't seem fond of Ivana either.
This would become Ivana's next tactic, Jonathan learned. She was stood behind one of the other students and when he turned around he jumped and moved away. Ivana suddenly burst into tears. Jonathan was talking to the other student and tried to continue in order to ignore the situation. Ivana stormed out and Dr. Milligan turned to Jonathan.
"I'm sure she'll calm down after a moment."
"No, she won't. She'll keep crying like that until someone pays attention," muttered the guy Jonathan was helping. Jonathan had no choice. Since Ivana was his student, it'd be his responsibility probably.
"Why did you run out?" asked Jonathan. She was right outside, dabbing her eyes with a hankie.
"Are you stupid, Dr. Crane? I'm crying! That's why."
"Okay. Why are you crying?" he asked, unconcerned and coldly.
"Because everyone hates me!"
"You were stood behind that guy; didn't you expect a surprised reaction? That isn't hate, it's shock."
"No, no. I know everyone glares at me and bitches about me and it's just plain nasty because I never did anything to them. I never did anything wrong they just push me out!"
Jonathan wondered if he were supposed to feel sympathy suddenly. It seemed to be what she wanted and that was something he just couldn't give her because he didn't care in the slightest. He tried not to let this show and did the only thing that seemed doable in the situation and imitate concern to the best of his abilities whilst gritting his teeth and mentally hammering his own head in if his deepest thoughts didn't do that for him.
"Listen, if they're pushing you out they're obviously focusing more on making your life hard than their work and whilst they're doing that, they're just opening the path of success for you to walk along," he said, wanting to curse himself for blabbering such nonsense. She'd never be successful with her frame of mind and so far she hadn't demonstrated . She gazed at Jonathan for a while, looking like she was in admiration of his words and then let out a small smile and nodded.
"Thank you, Dr. Crane," she said in a sweet voice. He swallowed the need to retch. She stood straight and wandered past him back into the room.
I just ... hate... her...