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50 - Lucas Learns – Ashley Teaches
Lucas' PoV
I yawned as I heard the alarm go off in my mom's room. I sighed when I heard her shut it off quickly. It was way too early for a kid like me to be up. The sun wasn't even shining yet.
I turned to look at Dylan curled up with a pillow in her arms, facing the wall.
I had to pee.
I could hold it.
The shower came on and I knew she was getting ready to go and coach her team. Auntie Alex said that mom never really slept in because she was so used to getting up early in the mornings.
I didn't mind getting up early if I got to play hockey but other than that, I liked my sleep time.
Which was why I was getting grumpy because I knew I couldn't fall back asleep that easily.
"Lukey, stop moving." Dylan murmured in a sleepy haze and I felt guilty for tossing and turning so much.
"Sorry Dyl." I whispered and leaned over to kiss her cheek before getting up off the bed and tucking her back in. I pulled on my blue robe and grabbed my sketch book, turning on the small lamp at my desk and worked on getting my sketch finished of some scenery. I enjoyed sketching people more because it was like you could feel their emotions and expressions and capture such a moment.
I enjoyed my art.
I didn't feel my eyes getting heavy but before I knew it, I heard the front door downstairs shut and then Ryn was whistling her regular morning tune. It was going on five thirty and I fell asleep at my desk for a little under an hour.
I noticed Dylan took the golden opportunity of an empty bed and was sprawled across it diagonally. I smiled and shook my head, stifling a yawn before losing the fighting battle with my bladder.
After using the washroom and made my way down the hallway only to stop at the huge glass window that graced the upstairs. Movement caught my eye and I glanced out it, my grey eyes widening and head tilting at the sight.
Mom and Ashley.
Their mitt covered hands were clasped together as they made their way down the slippery hill towards the stairs that lead to the dock. "What the heck?" I whispered, wondering why they were heading down there in the first place.
I laughed out loud when Ashley took the first fall, her butt cold on the ground. My mom looked like she was laughing hard, knees bent to see if the brunette was okay. I laughed even more when Ashley pulled mom down with her, mocking her.
The sight was funny.
I was awake.
I was about to turn away when something dawned on me.
It was early in the morning.
Ashley was leaving the house with mom.
...
I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut when I happened to look back at the couple ... kissing.
"Oh my God!" I screamed of horror knowing why Ashley spent the night.
What?
I was eleven, not stupid!
With an Aunt like Carmen and a mom like Spencer, I knew what sex was.
"Gross!!!!" I screeched out loud and ran to my room, successfully waking up my sister and hiding under the covers, rubbing my eyes as if to clear the thoughts and images out of my innocent head.
"What's wrong?" Dylan asked wide-eyed, staring at me.
That was when I had to laugh.
I laughed because it was a little funny.
Mom and Ashley...
...together.
Then I felt relieved.
Relieved because as I stared at Dylan and her concerned face, I realized that the moment had finally arrived; we were a family.
I, Lucas Evelyn Carlin, had a real family.
But more importantly, my mom was happy.
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Ashley's PoV
The school was huge. Of course not as huge as Southview but still. The Catholic school a few blocks away was even smaller than Beaver Brae. It was sad to know that the teaching position in Saint Thomas Aquinas turned me down because I was a 'lesbian' therefore making me a 'sin'.
Yeah, the town was still pretty shallow but then again, it wasn't exactly a huge city either.
So I stood outside in the cold, staring up at my new life. My new beginning.
One that I couldn't wait to step my foot into.
"Ashley?!" I turned around to find Jaiden with a grin on her face, her school bag tossed over her shoulder. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, working?" I grinned and we started to walk towards the large front doors, climbing up a set of stairs first. "So, did you go to practice this morning?"
Spencer had dropped me off at the hotel where I quickly showered and dressed. She wanted to come up to my room but there was definitely one thing that hadn't change about that woman – her sex drive and insatiability.
I loved them both.
But I had to draw the line somewhere as much as I hated too.
"Of course." Jaiden looked at me as if I had two sets of heads. "Hockey is my middle name."
"I guess that goes well with 'Wynters'." I smirked and she shot me a teasing look.
"Haha." She stopped and leaned in close. "So whatever you did to Spencer last night, thank you."
I blushed.
I mean, I took pride in things I could do for Spencer – in all ways. But to be called out on it by a seventeen year old was a little embarrassing.
"She let us leave practice early and we actually had a short game without her stopping us to critique every move." Jaiden adjusted her bag and patted me on the back. "Thank you."
"Oh uh," I smiled and shrugged, "you're welcome?"
"Miss Davies!" I turned in the long stretched hallway to find a middle-aged man walking down in steady strides. He was the one that interviewed me briefly before passing my resume and application over to the school board.
"Mr. Treadway." I smiled politely.
"Good morning Jaiden," he nodded towards the teen.
"Principal Treadway." Jaiden nodded back and bit her bottom lip. "Well I'm going to go find some cool people in the cafeteria." And she was gone.
"We're excited to have you on board with us and please call me Will." He gestured for me to follow him. "Because this is a high school and we have four different grades to teach, you have a full music day ahead of you, I'll show you the music room."
It was not far from the first floor. They had built the music room in the basement area on the other side of the building from where the gym was. It was huge and the equipment was placed everywhere neatly. A piano stuck out from on top of the stage and the guitars were placed neatly on the shelves, as well as the all the woodwind and brass instrument cases.
"They share this room with the drama club from time to time if there are rehearsals going on for plays. Which with Christmas being just around the corner, they pretty much have the place booked." He was very friendly and he reminded me of my high school principal at Southview.
"If you have no classes to teach I'm sure you'd just use the spare time to work on worksheets. There are course guidelines you will have to follow but for the main part with music, it pretty much flows." Will Treadway handed me some envelopes. "Those are benefit packages you can fill out when you've got the time. You can hand them to Mrs. Fillion, the school's secretary when you're done. Oh," he hand me another sealed envelope, "this is your contract. The salary wage is on there but don't be intimidated, it'll increase the longer you stay with us."
I smirked. I didn't need the money.
I had Kenora.
With Spencer and Dylan and Lucas.
I had everything.
"Thanks." I replied politely.
"Any questions?" He raised an eyebrow.
I pretty much studied my class schedule and knew which grades would be coming in at what times. "If I have any, you'll be the first to know." I grinned and he nodded.
"That room over there is yours," he pointed to a smaller room and handed me a couple of keys, explaining what key was for which door, "it's your office."
"Oh." I had an office.
I grinned.
The bell began to ring and he told me that was the first bell of the morning. Another one would go off within the next fifteen minutes and students should be in class. Another bell would go on five minutes after that indicating it was the late bell and all students would get a late slip.
"Good luck Miss Davies." He smiled warmly.
"Ashley and thank you." I turned around and scoped out the room.
I could definitely get used to the place.
After twenty minutes, I found myself standing in front of a class of thirty eager students, staring back at me wide-eyed.
"Hi." I smiled with a wave and cleared my throat. "I'm Miss Davies, and I will be your teacher for the remainder of the semester."
They were silent.
"So, since I'm new and I don't know everyone yet, why don't we go around the room and you all can tell me what instruments you play." I offered and a heard a few groans but some quiet curly haired girl raised her hand politely.
"Um, I play drums." She smiled and shrugged a bit. "Oh, and my name is Eliza."
I nodded and smiled, thanking her silently for starting because the whole class shared their instruments and names.
"Ugh, sorry I'm late!" I heard the door slam and in there stood Jaiden Wynters. "Miss Davies…" she smirked and sauntered her way over to an empty chair in the front row. "Should've known this was the class you were teaching."
"Huh," I raised an eyebrow, "why are you so late? Class started ten minutes ago."
"Oh well," she sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, her eyes wandering over to the shy girl, "uh, I just had things to do."
"In your own time, Jaiden." I warned and smiled a little as Eliza looked up at Jaiden and then back down again.
"Sure." Jaiden nodded and looked back at me with an award winning smile. "What did I miss?"
"What instrument do you play?" I asked.
"The guitar," Jaiden sat up straight and pulled out her music folder like everyone else had done when they first entered the room, "are we actually going to play? Ms. Hebert would just make us do scales. I don't think we ever got to play a whole song before."
"Jai's right." Michael, I think his name was, agreed. "The teacher was bitter."
"I know right?" Jaiden turned around and looked at the guy who smiled easily at her.
"Well we will actually get to play something," I offered and looked through the old teacher's music notes. "Wow, she really was." I muttered and noticed nothing was being played at all. "Okay, go grab your instruments and we'll go from there."
A loud round of hoots and hollers made me smile. "You're awesome Miss D!"
I was likable.
Go me!
It was the end of the day and I was in my music office packing up my briefcase. I had four classes to teach during the day and found that they went by fast. I definitely enjoyed my first day and was more than happy that my students liked me and respected me.
"Miss Davies?"
I turned around to find Eliza smiling shyly at me. "Hey Eliza," I grinned and stopped what I was doing. "Come in," she stepped in and clutched at her bag, "everything okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yea…" She laughed a little and cleared her throat, "I was just wondering if I could take home a guitar?"
"Sure." I smiled and made my way out of the office, picking up the sign-out sheet. "You'll have to sign here and make sure you bring it back with you tomorrow."
"Okay." She smiled and scribbled her name on the sheet. "Thanks." She was about to turn around when she was ran into by someone else.
"Oh shit," Jaiden breathed with a frown and knelt down by Eliza, "I-I I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." She blushed and looked up at me, scowling as I smirked.
"It's okay, I'm not broken." Eliza smiled softly and stood up, wiping off the back of her jeans.
"You play guitar?" Jaiden asked with a hint of surprise in her voice.
Eliza bit her lip and shrugged. "Not really."
"Doesn't mean she can't take one home and play around." I offered.
"If you um," Jaiden smiled at the raven haired teen, "if you ever need help you can call me?"
Eliza grinned. "Thank you," she shifted her bag, "I have a bus to catch but thanks Jaiden."
Jaiden and I both watched her walk away with a guitar in hand. "Wow," she breathed, "she said my name."
"Yeah." I nodded and went back to the office to grab my briefcase. "Jaiden have a girl crush? What happened to Samantha Taylor?"
"Old news, keep up." Jaiden waved her hand. "Hey, my parents wouldn't give me the car this morning, are you going to Rapture?"
"I'm going to pick up the girls up at Spencer's first, did you need a ride?" I asked.
"If you wouldn't mind." Jaiden grinned. "You're the best Miss Davies."
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Next time in Points Underneath:
"You know what else isn't fair?" Jaiden piped in again, leaning forward, "it was bad enough that Spencer has to be 'Coach Carlin' but now Ashley has to be 'Miss Davies', what the hell kind of shit is that?"
"You're making our girls rich." I whispered as Lucas and Dylan sat there with their hands open and expecting.
"Here," Jaiden shoved a ten dollar bill in Lucas' hand, "now I have eight more times that I can say a bad word."
