The Doctor looked around in his empty classroom and sighed; he did it he had gotten thru his first class.
He yawned and stretched, he had forgotten how tiring teaching was and how frustrating.
It took all he had not to blurt out everything in the text-book was wrong to the class.
He glanced at the clock it was 12:00 but he still had several classes to go. The thought made the Doctor groaned and he planted his head the desk.
Martha walked in and chuckled. "Tired already?"
The Doctor looked up and sniffed. "Time Lords do not get tired."
She smiled. "Right. So how are you feeling?"
The Doctor shrugged. "I'm okay, how about you?"
He noticed she was holding her shoes.
"Uh, I think there's something missing from your feet." He pointed.
"Sorry but my feet are killing me." She groaned.
He offered her a spot on his desk; she accepted and started massaging her foot.
The Doctor smirked. "It's only noon, what have you been doing?"
Martha shot him a look. "Oh, nothing I've just been scrubbing floors, sinks and dealing with smart kids tossing their filthy laundry at me and Clara."
"I'm sorry. I know this is rough. I'll make it up to you." He said sympathetically.
She smiled. "It's okay, I'll live."
"How's Clara's treating you?" He asked.
She smiled. "She's really nice. She's been informing me about the students here."
"Anything interesting?" The Doctor replied.
"Other than that a lot of them are rude, no."
He leaned back in his chair. "Well other than floors, sinks and dirty laundry noticed anything strange?"
Martha shrugged. "No, not really. How about you?"
He shook his head. "No but it's only the first day."
Martha nodded. "Oh, before I forget I went to the TARDIS to get some lunch and I brought you some soup."
The Doctor smiled. "Thanks."
"I know you don't really eat but I brought it just in case you got hungry."
"I appreciate it but you better go eat while you have the chance." He said glancing at the clock.
"Yeah, I know. I'm going." Martha said reaching into her pocket.
"Here it's your turn to take this." She said tossing him a fob watch.
"Careful, this is holding some very important things about me." He frowned.
Martha shook her head. "I still don't know why you picked a fob watch to carry around your Time Lord essence."
"Like the TARDIS would've been any safer?" He remarked.
"Fair enough. Well, I'm off to lunch. I'll be back for the watch later." She said putting back on her shoes.
"Take care of yourself!" He said.
"I will. Good luck!" She said before leaving.
"Thanks I'm going to need it!" He groaned thinking about the next classes.
The Doctor sighed and started spinning around in his chair.
He was interrupted by a tap on the door frame.
He saw Clara standing there and abruptly stopped. "Oh, hello."
"Hello sir, am I interrupting?" She asked.
"Uh, no come in please." He smiled.
"What were you doing?" Clara asked pointing at his chair.
The Doctor chuckled. "Oh, I get bored easily."
"Somehow I doubt that." She smiled.
He grinned causing her to blush.
"So what can I do for you?" He asked.
"I was just wondering if you had any waste baskets that needed emptying." She said.
"Well, that's nice of you but shouldn't you be eating lunch?" He asked.
Clara lowered her eyes. "I don't really eat lunch, sir."
"Why?"
She sighed. "I need the extra money. I'm taking care of my siblings and this the only source of income we have."
He frowned. "So you skip lunch?"
Clara shook her head. "Well I usually have an apple or some fruit."
The Doctor stood and tilted her chin up and looked at her.
His brown eyes were so beautiful Clara almost got lost in them.
"You need to eat." He said.
The Doctor took the container of soup and handed it to her.
"Here, take this." He replied.
Clara looked at him surprised. "But don't you need this?"
He shook his head. "Nah, I'm not that hungry besides I've stashed a couple of bananas in my desk."
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yep!" The Doctor smiled.
The soup did smell heavenly and she could feel her stomach growling.
"Thank you, Mr. Smith." Clara replied gratefully.
"My pleasure!" The Doctor smiled.
Clara looked at him in awe; no one had ever been this nice to her before or even bothered to try.
"Hope you like it." He said gently touching her cheek.
Clara tried not to blush again but she was no match for that boyish grin.
"Stop it Clara!" She scolded herself.
She thanked him again and smiled before leaving the room.
He grinned and continued to spin around in his chair.
Clara looked back at him and felt this strange sensation in her stomach and heart.
She bit her lower lip and smiled then went outside to enjoy her soup.