Chapter 5 - K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Clara had mixed feelings about The Doctor working alongside her. Talk of TARDISes and daleks and cybermen and sonic screwdrivers were in forced whispers so they wouldn't draw even more attention to themselves. The first few months their colleague-to-colleague relationship consisted of Clara getting multiple books from the local library, including 'Social Issues for Dummies', 'Understanding Social Awkwardness', and 'Almost Normal: Being A Left Brain In A Right-Brain World'. After reading up on how to deal with the socially inept alien, she soon learned tips and tricks on how to keep him at least somewhat sociable.
Earlier that day, The Doctor had a text pop up on his sonic sunglasses as he trimmed the hedges outside.
INCOMING TEXT MESSAGE:
number: 112363
location: Shoreditch, United Kingdom, Earth.
DO YOU WISH TO VEIW THE MESSAGE?
"View message" he replied as he trimmed a small bush into a round shape.
MESSAGE: Found some tips and tricks you might be interested in using when we travel and whatnot. Meet up in your office in 5th?
The Time Lord let out a noncommittal noise as he kept on landscaping. "Change contact name to Clara." He ordered, "reply to message- see you then".
CONTACT NAME CHANGED TO CLARA. MESSAGE SENT.
Eventually fifth period arrived, and the children of Coal Hill began to head to lunch. However, a group of older students noticed a certain teacher staying behind. "Hold on- I think Ozzie's up to something." Said a pale blonde boy to his group of friends, looking over his shoulder from the line of nearby lockers. As he watched, Clara exited her classroom, grabbing her lanyard from her pocket and locking the door behind her. Instead of carrying a lunch bag, or even heading in their direction towards the teacher's lounge, however; she was empty-handed and walking towards the other side of the hallway. "Follow her" whispered a dark-skinned girl who was behind the boy. So the group of students pursued the young teacher, which consisted of the tall blond boy, the girl with a head of black curls, a rail-thin and tall girl with strawberry blonde hair, and short boy in glasses. Their names were Jonathan, Rayleene, April, and Simon respectively. They stayed at a distance, keeping at least ten or twelve feet from the staff member.
Clara eventually reached the door labeled 'CARETAKER', ignoring the chalkboard sign hung below it that read 'GO AWAY HUMANS' and giving a small knock. The Doctor opened the door for her, unaware of the fact that the kids down the hall were spying on them. As the door shut, the students went to the door to listen to what was going on. "They're probably snogging" giggled April. "nah, I bet they're shagging." Retorted Jonathan, "Just kissing wouldn't happen in one of their own rooms. They'd lock the door in one of the teachers' bathrooms to snog." As the teens debated in heated whispers, Clara pulled a stack of flash cards from her pocket. "I made you these..." She began, "Since you're not too inviting with others, I thought these might help whenever you're in a bind." The Doctor took the cards, reading each one, secretly admiring Clara's stereotypically-girly handwriting. He was organizing his broom holder next the door as he read them."Thank you, Clara-" he began to say before one of the brooms fell, hitting the door with a thud. On the other side of said door, the teens had a very different idea of what made the noise. Rayleene let out a loud "ooooh-" in a cooing voice as she called out "Ozzie and Scottie, sittin in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!", which caused Clara's face to turn bright red with both embarrassment and fury. "I'm sorry, Doctor. It appears there's something I need to take care of." She said sternly. After Rayleene's outburst, the kids scrambled off just as Clara shoved open the door, practically running after the nearest sound of footsteps.