A/N: I supposed the title is a bit of a spoiler but hope you like it anyway!

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"When I Kissed The Teacher" was written by Benny Andersson and Björn Ulvaeus.

The usual gang poured into Professor Sikowitz's class only to find that their instructor was gone.

But there was an orange tabby cleaning itself on the desk.

"Oh my God!" squealed Cat. "Sikowitz is a cat! Just like Harry Potter!"

Jade rolled her eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous, Cat! Clearly Sikowitz has been a warlock this whole time and the cat is his familiar."

Everyone looked at Jade like her head had exploded.

"To be fair," Andre interjected. "Considering who we're talking about, I wouldn't put it past him to be either a wizard or a shapeshifter."

"Or maybe he's just sick," Beck shrugged. "All those years of sipping questionable coconuts must have caught up with him."

Murmurs permeated through the students.

"Isn't the rule that if the teacher doesn't show up five minutes after the bell, we can leave?"

Jade and the others were surprised that the question came from Tori.

"You wish, Vega" sighed the goth. "But it looks like baldy left a note."

She walked closer toward the cat that appeared to have a yellow piece of paper under its collar. Jade took it out and unfolded it.

The class gathered around Jade as if she found a treasure map.

"Could I have a little air please!?"

The teens backed up, giving the brunette some space.

"What does it say, girl?" asked Andre.

"Apparently Sikowitz is sick and sent his cat to deliver the message," Jade said.

"Too bad we don't live in a reality where phones exist," Beck quipped. "Guess he couldn't find a carrier pigeon."

Cat laughed at the joke. Jade looked briefly at the redhead, bemused.

(Settle down, kid. It wasn't THAT funny. Wait? Why did I think that instead of saying it? Fuck, I'm getting soft.)

"So what do we do now?" asked Tori.

"Well," Jade began, turning the note over for the rest of it. "Sikowitz put...me?...in charge of the class today."

There was a hush throughout the room.

"What?" Jade protested. "I'm not getting suckered into doing your job, you coconut milk-sucking hippie!" She read on a bit more. "Oh."

"What oh?" asked Beck.

"He says if I do this I will get an A for the semester."

"What about us?" asked Andre.

Jade ignored the lot of them and finished reading.

"Jade, I know I'm asking a lot..." the letter read. "But I needed someone the others weren't going to walk all over. They listen to you, follow you. Besides, you want to direct someday? You need to learn how to manage a group of your peers; inspire them, bring out their best work. You can do it, Jade."

The goth was actually moved by this letter. Sikowitz trusted her because he believed in her.

"Can I read it?" asked Cat.

Jade's swift motion stuffing the paper into her pocket made the petite girl squeak again.

"No!"

She then picked up the cat, sat down on the desk and began stroking the feline like a Bond villain.

"Guess I'm your sub today," Jade smirked.

"I always thought of you as a dom," Tori teased.

Jade was actually impressed by the balls on Vega today. But she couldn't let the class get away from her.

"One more comment like that and its detention, Vega!"

The Latina maintained eye contact but politely sat down. The rest of the students did the same.

"Do we call you Ms. West?" asked a kid in the back.

"EW, NO! Ms. West is my mother."

Andre raised his hand.

Jade huffed and pointed to him.

"So what's the assignment?"

"I don't know," Jade sighed. "Does everyone have the scene that they wrote from last week?"

They all responded in the positive.

"Fine, read through your pages and make notes for where you can improve it. Does this line need to be changed? Am I not being descriptive enough? Then I will go over them with you."

Tori raised her hand.

"Okay, what?"

"I've been sort of stuck on this part for days. Can you help me?"

Jade let out a puff of air, released the cat and descended from her throne. She approached Tori and stood over her, arms folded.

"What is wrong with the scene?"

Tori showed her the papers as she explained.

"I don't know. I have these two lovers arguing but it doesn't feel alive. Its like I know what I want to get across but they just..."

Jade took the pages and started reading through it. She stood in silence for a couple of minutes. After reading hundreds of script pages, she could basically speed run through a scene in a hot minute. Its the one thing about all that white on the page that more intimidating for writers. Its not like a novel where its filled with text.

"I think I see the issue, Vega."

She leaned over Tori, pointing at the page.

"You're problem here is that the characters keep going back and forth but I'm not seeing a turn."

"Turn?" asked Tori.

"Yeah, like Bob McKee said in his book, every scene should turn. From good to bad, something is meaningful to meaningless, we thought we knew how something worked and it was challenged."

Tori squinted at her printout of the scene she wrote days ago.

"Like I know that you know what the characters are thinking," Jade continued. "And between what's on their mind versus what they say is subtext. Think about what Claire is asking Todd. She proposes that they go somewhere far away. But why? Is she avoiding something back home? Is she keeping him from finding something she wants to keep hidden?"

"So its not so much that they're fighting but why are they fighting. Like their motivations?"

"Right," Jade nodded. "We have what's on the surface but you need to go back and put in stage direction and certain inflections in their speech. See, you have a him asking her questions. She avoids them but we can put more here. Make her body language a tell or have her get defensive in her tone or maybe she tries to change the subject when he thinks he knows what's really bothering her."

Tori was dumbfounded. She thought writing a dramatic scene was going to be easy because she had seen so many things and have read quite a few books. But there is so much going on in what sparse words lay on the page.

"God, this is crap" Tori sighed, disappointed.

"It's not crap. It just needs a rewrite. This is a very common thing with aspiring writers. People assume its easy but there's a lot of work that goes into it. I used to do the same thing until I read McKee, Field and other teachers of story writing. The dialogue is okay but we need to get inside your characters heads better."

Jade positioned herself beside Tori so they were both facing the pages the same way.

"So don't beat yourself up. Just think about what I said. I can even give you some articles to figure out how to punch things up. It's mostly practice."

"You think it can be good?" asked Tori.

"Anything's possible, Vega."

The Latina looked at the goth rather warmly.

"Thanks, Jade. That really means a lot coming from you."

Then as if under a spell, she closed the gap between them and kissed Jade on the cheek. This made the dark-haired girl freeze like a statue.

Tori's eyes bugged out, completely red from embarrassment.

(WHAT DID I JUST DO?)

"Jade?" she asked in the most calm whisper she could.

Like a sleeper agent who had heard the magic word, Jade sprang back to life and bolted out of the room.

"CLASS DISMISSED!"

The whole class stared at the door she fled through stunned.

Andre and Beck were close enough to have seen exactly what happened before their teacher abandoned her class.

"Dang Tori, most people just bring an apple." Andre said.

Beck looked as stoic as Jade did a second ago.

"This is an interesting development," the Canadian added.

Utterly humiliated, Tori's head just dropped and remained there long after the final students were gone.

Only two boys remained.

"So what do we do?" asked Beck.

Andre shrugged. "One of us should find Jade and see if she's okay."

"NOT IT!" they both said.