appreciate it.” I clear my throat and drain the rest of my cup before standing. “I’m skipping out on lunch today. I’ve got a couple of students that need a bit of encouragement.”
“Christ, you must be dedicated if you’re giving up your lunch hour!”
Yeah, I suppose I must be. “It’s complicated. I’ll speak to you later.”
“Oh… Katherine has been asking me about you, by the way.”
I stop and look at him over my shoulder. “In what way?”
“She’s just trying to get a feel for you. She likes you and has asked if you feel the same. Apparently you give out mixed signals.”
I blow out a breath and run my fingers through my hair, which is still slightly damp from this morning’s shower. I should really get a haircut. My blond hair, when longer than two inches, always starts to curl with the most childish ringlets. “I’m considering it.”
“You should. She’s a good woman. A little overbearing at times, but passion is never a bad thing.” He winks and smiles as I shake my head and walk away.
Eloise
I hate Mr Diplock. I hate, hate, hate him! Why does he always give me such a hard time? It’s not fair. I’m doing the work, I’m paying attention… so why does he hate me so much?
And now I don’t even have my lunch hour to unwind. I have to go to Mr Price and do my work. Just great.
Why am I the one being targeted?
Dragging my feet beneath me, I sluggishly make my way towards his classroom at the far end of the hall. He still has a few students inside, so I wait by the door for them to leave before entering.
Mr Price stretches his body as he wipes down the white board with a damp cloth. I lean against the wall on the inside of the room and wait for him to notice my presence. I’m not being a pervert or anything, but his arse looks so good in those black suit pants. It’s so round and firm.
He starts whistling a tune I don’t recognise as he cleans the board and when he’s done he turns towards his desk, so he still doesn’t notice my presence. I smile, wondering how I could make him jump, and then decide not to as it would probably just make things awkward.
As he tidies up the paperwork and books on his desk, I clear my throat and watch his startled eyes come to mine before a charming smile lights up his face. “Good afternoon, Miss Blackburn.” I love it when he calls me that. I don’t know why, but it makes me tingle a little in the pit of my stomach. “How are you today?”
“Grumpy, hungry and tired.” I respond honestly and saunter to the table closest to his desk, the same table I sat at last time.
“Eat, work and cheer up.”
“How will working on anything make me less tired and grumpy?”
He shrugs, smiling again. That’s so nice to look at. “It won’t, but it’ll stop you from moaning and then I won’t have to listen.”
“You suck as a teacher,” I grumble, pulling out my notebook and waiting for him to give me the work.
He places a sheet on my table and taps it with his finger. “This is probably easier than yesterday’s.”
“So why not give me this yesterday and yesterday’s today?”
After levelling me with a look that clearly says ‘shut the hell up’, he takes his own seat behind his desk and rests his feet on the surface, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.
Seriously?
“I don’t hear writing,” he points out, his eyes still closed. He’s not wrong. I’m too busy staring at his socks. He’s wearing odd socks. One is dark blue and the other black. I can only see them because his legs are at an angle that have forced his trousers to slide towards his knees an inch.
When he opens his eyes to investigate and notices me staring, his eyes narrow on my face. “We don’t all have mother maids, you know.”
Snickering, I write my name at the top of the sheet and read through the first question before releasing the quip I was holding back. “No, but at least I have a sense of
“Christ, you must be dedicated if you’re giving up your lunch hour!”
Yeah, I suppose I must be. “It’s complicated. I’ll speak to you later.”
“Oh… Katherine has been asking me about you, by the way.”
I stop and look at him over my shoulder. “In what way?”
“She’s just trying to get a feel for you. She likes you and has asked if you feel the same. Apparently you give out mixed signals.”
I blow out a breath and run my fingers through my hair, which is still slightly damp from this morning’s shower. I should really get a haircut. My blond hair, when longer than two inches, always starts to curl with the most childish ringlets. “I’m considering it.”
“You should. She’s a good woman. A little overbearing at times, but passion is never a bad thing.” He winks and smiles as I shake my head and walk away.
Eloise
I hate Mr Diplock. I hate, hate, hate him! Why does he always give me such a hard time? It’s not fair. I’m doing the work, I’m paying attention… so why does he hate me so much?
And now I don’t even have my lunch hour to unwind. I have to go to Mr Price and do my work. Just great.
Why am I the one being targeted?
Dragging my feet beneath me, I sluggishly make my way towards his classroom at the far end of the hall. He still has a few students inside, so I wait by the door for them to leave before entering.
Mr Price stretches his body as he wipes down the white board with a damp cloth. I lean against the wall on the inside of the room and wait for him to notice my presence. I’m not being a pervert or anything, but his arse looks so good in those black suit pants. It’s so round and firm.
He starts whistling a tune I don’t recognise as he cleans the board and when he’s done he turns towards his desk, so he still doesn’t notice my presence. I smile, wondering how I could make him jump, and then decide not to as it would probably just make things awkward.
As he tidies up the paperwork and books on his desk, I clear my throat and watch his startled eyes come to mine before a charming smile lights up his face. “Good afternoon, Miss Blackburn.” I love it when he calls me that. I don’t know why, but it makes me tingle a little in the pit of my stomach. “How are you today?”
“Grumpy, hungry and tired.” I respond honestly and saunter to the table closest to his desk, the same table I sat at last time.
“Eat, work and cheer up.”
“How will working on anything make me less tired and grumpy?”
He shrugs, smiling again. That’s so nice to look at. “It won’t, but it’ll stop you from moaning and then I won’t have to listen.”
“You suck as a teacher,” I grumble, pulling out my notebook and waiting for him to give me the work.
He places a sheet on my table and taps it with his finger. “This is probably easier than yesterday’s.”
“So why not give me this yesterday and yesterday’s today?”
After levelling me with a look that clearly says ‘shut the hell up’, he takes his own seat behind his desk and rests his feet on the surface, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.
Seriously?
“I don’t hear writing,” he points out, his eyes still closed. He’s not wrong. I’m too busy staring at his socks. He’s wearing odd socks. One is dark blue and the other black. I can only see them because his legs are at an angle that have forced his trousers to slide towards his knees an inch.
When he opens his eyes to investigate and notices me staring, his eyes narrow on my face. “We don’t all have mother maids, you know.”
Snickering, I write my name at the top of the sheet and read through the first question before releasing the quip I was holding back. “No, but at least I have a sense of
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