Fan Fiction ❯ Black Roses And Milk Chocolate ❯ Evil Teacher ( Chapter 3 )

AN: Hi

 

Disclaimer: What, I don't need to disclaim my own invention do I?

 

Josh: Well technically love, I'm not yours

 

Satari: Yes you are. You're my puppy. * Hugs him*

 

Josh: * Grins* I'm her puppy! But hey, why do you have me paired up with * Authoress covers his mouth with hand*

 

Satari: Hey, don't ruin my surprise twist. Besides, the bitch (sorry mystery girl, but I am very procesive of my puppy) isn't even real, I made her up.

 

Josh: Oh yah. *happy again *

 

Satari: I worked hard on this one so please enjoy!

 

Chapter 2

 

*~~Mag's POV~~*

 

Light danced upon the white washed ceiling of the dormer style room. My thoughts once more drifted back to the task at hand. What was I going to do about Mr. Brenent? He was, well…unapproachable. Everything in me screamed to stop, to not help him, but I knew I must. If not me than who? He had more problems then just his grades, that was certain. And if anything, he wasn't about to yell them to the world.

 

My own inability to grasp the concept of helping such a dark person was enough for now though. I had already made up my mind about assisting my teacher in this endeavor and there was no going back now. Damn me for having such a big heart.

 

When Mr. Hawthorn came to me at lunchtime, at first I hadn't known what to think. My grades weren't that perfect and I knew it, but I didn't think they were so bad that he would need to come and talk to me. `Miss Robinson.' He had said in that authoritative voice of his. `I would ask that you help me with something.' Naturally being the ever-curious person I am, I consented to help without even knowing what it was I was going to be doing. Mistake number one.

 

I sighed, rolling over on my left side to stare at my bookcase, filled to bursting with literature from kindergarten to College level reading. None of them could help me. Or could they? Standing up from the purple comforter I had been laying on, I walked to the patio style door separating my room from the outside world. Passing through, stumbling down the carpet covered stairs, into the living room. My father had always had a passion for books, half of which he had never even read yet. Where was it? The one I was looking for, Plato. Maybe the great one could help me.

 

Apparently he couldn't, biographies aren't teachings. Damn. Sighing to myself, I resigned to be alone to figure this equation on my own. Well a challenge is what I signed on for, a challenge is what I should expect to get.

 

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The Next Day

 

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*~~~Normal POV~~~*

 

“Oi, watch it!”

“Shut up.”

“Hey move it!”

“What seems to be the problem here?” The stern voice of Mrs. Phillips rose like a fierce gale over the sea of students jam-packed in her doorway. Tall but slender, the woman was built like a horse, strong, with an air around her not to be messed with.

“The nerds blockn' the doorway!” An ever-helpful voice sneered in all the confusion. Mrs. Phillips rammed her way, tooth and nail, through the throng of students to come up in the eye of the storm, as it were. The sight there both startled and disturbed her. Maggie Robinson, one of her most prized students, was lying on the floor, unconscious.

“My God, what happened here?” Kneeling by the poor girl's prone form, she checked her pulse. It was slow, too slow.

“She just collapsed in the doorway ma'am”. Sally Hynes stood next to her, one of Maggie's few companions. “I tried to find one of the teachers, but they were all at lunch.”

“Thank you, Sally.” Thinking quickly she added, “Run down to the nurses office and tell them I'm going to be coming down with a very sick student. Go on hurry!” Sally ran as fast as her skinny legs would carry her.

 

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Josh Manic walked down the rapidly clearing halls of Misty Bluffs High School like a dark shadow, promising the mystery of long forgotten secrets and terrible reality of the truths behind them. The visible impact the sight of him made was as clear as the rounded glass ball strapped around his neck. Students ducked into classrooms or turned their faces into the shelter of their little cubical like lockers. It was very amusing, really. He inwardly grinned. A month after High School had begun once more, and the freshmen already knew the drill. No one looked at, conferred with or ever was seen doing the afore stated sins, with a Goth, which technically, he wasn't. He just looked the part, as Maggie would say. Rounding a white tiled corner, he ran smack dab into a small, skinny bullet of blond curls and frilly pink skirt charging full speed to god knows where. Well, she wasn't charging anymore. Sally's wide brown eyes starred frightenedly up at him from her place on his wide chest, covered in black.

“Whoa, babe. Where you of to in such a hurry?”

Those same eyes welled up with fat tears that streamed down her rosy cheeks to land on the big maroon bow in the front of her dress. She was one of Maggie's friends that she had personally introduced to him at the beginning of the year. Josh thought she was a cutie, but he wouldn't tell her that.

“Hey, babe. What wrong?” Sally began to full out sob, there on the cold tiled floor, in his lap, in the empty hallway. A sudden need to comfort engulfed him like a tidal wave and stunned Josh so much, that he hadn't even realized it when he wrapped her shaking frame into the curve of his side and began to rock her back and forth. Sally was trying to say something in-between sniffles and coughs, but he couldn't make it out.

“Shh, honey. Everything's okay. Just tell me what's wrong, babe.” Where all this tenderness came from, Josh didn't know, but man would he be grilled to a crisp if one of the boys saw this! Sally took the time to clam down and when her breathing became semi-normal once more, he put her off his lap and made her look at him. Her chocolate eyes were red from crying and tear-trails stained her flushed checks. Had he not been so concerned about what was wrong, Josh would've asked her out in a heart beat, she looked so good!

“Alright, Sally, what's going on? You nearly killed me.” Josh stated the ending with an overly dramatic voice that drew forth giggles from the disheveled girl in front of him. Taking a deep breath and gulping it down, Sally starred at him wide eyed. “It's Maggie.” Her soft voice was shaky from crying. “She collapsed in the hall way. Oh Josh, Mrs. Phillips told me to…to.” She hiccupped in distress. Breathing again she continued, her voice a little stronger. “She told me to go to the office, but Josh, I don't know what's wrong with her. All we were doing was going into the art room when she just fell. I…I…I don't know what to do. Oh Josh, I'm so scarred, I don't know what's going to happen to her!” The last statement rung out new tears from her small body. Where did the girl find these confounded things! Did she store them up on clear days and wait for a time of drought to let em' loose! Wiping the new tears from her face, Josh said in a calm, though slightly worried voice, “Sally, look at me, there's a good girl.” He really needed to stop volunteering for medieval British play rolls. “I know what wrong and don't worry. Maggie collapsed out of exhaustion, there's nothing to worry about, all right honey? She'll be fine.” Sally looked up at him as if he had handed the moon to her on a silver platter. It was staggering. Had he not been on the floor, Josh was almost certain he would've begun to swagger and grin like an idiot, well, he grinned anyway. “Really?” She sounded so relieved. “Really. Now why don't you go down to the office like Mrs. Phillips told you and I'll go help get Maggie down there, alright?” Sally nodded, her glimmering gold curls bouncing as she did so. “Now go on.” She stood up and smiled at him before running around the corner, her pink skirt flipping around with her.

Josh remained on the floor, hands between his legs, still shocked at what had happen. Then the message of her word actually sank in and he jumped to his feet, running to the stone stair that led to the art room floor.

 

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~*~Mag POV~*~

 

I was in a haze. The air around me seemed as thick as chili and my head was pounding something awful. Splotches of green melded with blues and blacks behind my eyes like little mini lightning bolts of energy. I didn't want to open my eyes, it was so nice to stay in this little cloud of mine, so peaceful, and I was so tired, so very tired. Maybe a little…

No. I forced myself to open my eyes, cracking them with effort, as it was that they were heavy with waking. A big pink/black blob greeted me with, what I hope, was a smiling face, I couldn't tell.

“Hey, she's awake!” That did it. The noise rushed through my ears and rattle my brain, making the little progress I had gained in trying to sit up futile as the force of Josh's voice hurled me back down. Did the guy ever learn about a little thing called “volume control”? Apparently not.

Another blob popped up beside him who I guessed was Sally by all the bright (It was blinding you see) pink. I swear, that color burns! The poor girl had probably gone into hysterics, knowing her, when I decided to take my nap on the art room floor. I wanted to saw something, like “shut up!” but my head was protesting profusely.

“Don't try to talk Maggie.” Sally's ever-quiet voice entered my mind and for once, I was grateful the girl could reach a decibel level over 20. “Nurse Hopkins says that you should rest now. How long have you gone without sleep? Oh wait don't answer that.” The blob blush, I think, with all that pink, I could really tell. Sally was ever being, well, Sally. There was no word but her name to describe her.

My body felt numb. I wanted to move out of here, to through up my hands and scream, “I have too much stuff I need to do, I don't have time to lay here like an invalid!”. But of course I couldn't. And I knew why.

I had stayed up the whole night last night Internet surfing for a battle plan. I guess you could say that I was going into war. If I was going to teach this Alexander about history, I needed some background on him and, well what I mean is, I took a crash course in psychology. Okay, so maybe I went over board a little, well alright, maybe a lot. Okay the whole idea was very stupid and still got me back to square one.

My head was starting to clear and the blobs took the forms of what at least looked like my two friends. Poor Sally had dried tearstains running down the sides of her pale cheeks and her big brown cow like eyes were looking at me with nothing less than terror and fright. She must've been worried to the point of no return. Josh, though this had happened to him before, didn't look much better. I made another attempt to sit up on the soft mattress of the school's medical cot. It worked. God I must look like a cat who got caught out in the rain and was unceremoniously blow-dried. I felt like a puffy mess.

“Well,” My voice was dry from nonuse, “'bout time I took a nap right.” It was a weak attempt I must admit, but the way Sally looked like she would burst out in tears at any minute was enough to make me want to cry as well. I have a problem with following suite you see. Got to liven up the situation. My livening only got a stifled sob from the subject in question and a look of exasperation from Josh.

“Maggie, you've got to stop staying up at night. What are you doing anyway?” He sounded as stern as Mr. Hawthorn on his good days, which really weren't all that good.

My mouth felt like the Kalahari Dessert in winter, which is our summer. “Um…could I have some water?” The sound I made though was less than satisfactory. Sally sprang like an elephant from a mouse at my request and ran from the little cubical to return just as fast with a sloping cup of water cupped in her shaking hands. I really must've frightened her; she looked like she'd crack apart if I touched her.

Drinking deeply from the Dixie cup, I reveled as the slightly warm water flowed down my throat. Truly water was the greatest invention ever created!

“Alright kit.” Josh was again using the brotherly tone that really annoyed me, but I wouldn't say anything to goad him. “What happened?”

The water had made me feel much better. I placed the cup gently on the small table next to the cot, noticing the mini clock on the wall read 3:00. Wow, I slept that long?

“Maggie?”

“Ah, Josh? Oh ya.” A ran my hand distractedly through my long, tangled hair. “I had work I needed to complete.” That sent him off the deep end. Bad word choice.

“Work, work! That's your excuse for every time this happens! Maggie, you do too much work! Here you had us both worried sick and all you can do is crack a lame joke and say you had work to complete!?!” His loud out burst triggered Sally to new tears and left me reeling. Once more I found myself on my back, my head pounding.

“Oh Josh, not so loud.” Sally sobbed out. He looked like he wanted to say more, but when he noticed the positions of the women around him he thought better of it. Thank God. I wasn't sure my head could take another round of the game Josh was playing, “Yell and Watch `er Fall”. After my head cleared after a few minutes (Again!), I once more found myself sitting forward, though this time I had sense enough to lean back against the white flower patterned wallpaper of my temporary chamber.

“You know Josh, you should get a patent on that voice of yours. Could be great in times of war.” My dry crack once more at humor had the desired effect and his face turned red with anger. Halting his next outburst was the pleading look sent to him from Sally, who in the moment of confusion, had knelt next to the cot to hold my cold hand in her trembling one.

Poor girl.

I grinned over at her. A weak attempt to assure her that I was alright, well that I would be alright if Josh didn't unleash his booming prattle again. Apparently the grin wasn't enough, for she began to make a whimpering sound akin to that of a distressed dog, whose master had disappeared from the room for a few minutes too long. Now I feel it's time to state the plan and utter truth of the matter.

“Okay you two, first of all, I'm alright. Second of all, you can tell I'm alright because I can still find humor in my suffering and Josh hasn't killed me yet for doing so.” Said person blushed profusely but said nothing. Can't argue with the truth. “Now if you two would be so kind as to help me out of here and down to Mr. Hawthorn's class room, I have a student to tutor.”

Josh looked like he would burst at the seems with this new revelation, but the stern look I sent him told him not to get on my nerves right now. Although I'm really a nice person (I believe that anyway), if I get angry with someone, which seldom ever happens, my revenge is swift and brutal, as Josh has learned.

Sally helped me up with considerable effort as it took me a little before I could feel my legs once more enough to stand on. I swear the merger girl would've snapped in two under my weight if she weren't so firm in her resolve. Her display of devotion almost made me want to fall back on the nurse's cot and cry my eyes out like she had moments before, but I wouldn't. I had to set an example for her. To Sally, I was her strength. If I cheated that strong belief she had in me by showing weakness like that now, I would never forgive myself.

We hobbled together out of the office and down the long, twisting corridors of the school, Josh trailing like a shadow behind us. Older students watched us move slowly with a mix of amusement or pity, but always their looks would end when our shadow glared at them. Josh would offer to help and I knew why. Out in the world of high school we had both come to know, my being helped by him would become a scandal that would have me shunned for the rest of my high school carrier. Not that I cared, not that many people liked me anyway, but I knew Josh would kill himself before he ever inflicted such pain on me as what he lived with every day. To follow behind us and protect us from slander was enough, and I thanked him for it. Sally most certainly could handle the teasing Josh and I had endured for years in her present state.

Room 120 loomed up to greet us at the end of the last corridor. By know I could walk fairly well on my own and Sally only supported me by leading a shoulder for me to hold on to. This was it.

 

I turned the door handle to enter my first day of teaching a student who didn't want to be taught.

 

 

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AN: Hollu everybody, I'm back! My father and I went down to Kansas City to see his family. I got to meet my little cousins for the first time and I had one word to describe them, totally adorable. Okay, so that was two words. Anyway, that's my excuse for not updating for so long. Please review. I'm taking longer on this store `cause I have three others to think about too, but I'm working on it. I want a lot of reviews before I continue. JaNe!

 

PS: The song about Kansas City from Oklahoma was playing through my head the whole visit!

 

 

 

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