Miss _________ prepared for the parent-teacher’s open house that evening. She was nervous about meeting her students’ parents. She has met a few of them briefly before and on more than one occasion and each one she had to take a deep breath later. Mrs. Kirkland was a tall opposing woman and had the coldest, sternest look she’s ever seen. But she was a very involved and nice mother to Artie, even once scooping him up and carrying him on her shoulders. Mr. Braginski scared the living crap out of her. She met him once for a brief moment and that look almost brought her to her knees. Mrs. Williams was a very sweet woman and had an air of aristocratic poise about that made her feel so plain in comparison. But she was a very nice and sweet woman who smiled a lot and made her feel pretty good about her appearance when she complimented her. Mrs. Jones was a Native American woman and the person who Alfred got his personality from. The ladies were very nice and she often spoke them more than the fathers. She arrived early so she could set up before the parents arrived. She had drinks and food set up for the parents but she also borrowed an old classroom and set up their artwork and crafts for their enjoyment. She started on that room first. As soon as that was done, she heard the door open.
“Miss ____________!” Artie ran into the classroom and leap into her arms. She hugged him tightly. Mrs. Kirkland stood at the door, “Mumsy! This is Miss _________ my teacher!”
“Hi Mrs. Kirkland! It’s nice to meet you again,”
“Call me Britannia and I know more than enough about you. Artie loves to talk about his favorite teacher,”
“Yep! You’re my favorite person besides Eoin. Who’s Eoin you may ask? He’s my big brother! Eoin we’re in here! He;s a bit shy!” A tall man with dark hair and blue eyes entered the room. It was hard to believe that he was related to Artie or Britannia in anyway because of his hair and lack of freckles. Artie tooks is hand and pulled him to _____________, “And this is my big brother, Eoin!”
“It’s very nice to meet you,” she said smiling at him. He smiled and nodded, “Well let me the first to say welcome to our class and meeting and I would offer you something but I’m still setting up everything. The art room is set up though, if you don’t mind, going there first while I finish and I’ll bring out the refreshments in a minute,”
“Okay! Come on Mumsy! I have to show you the macaroni portrait I made of you!”
“Oh yes! It’s lovely Miss Britannia. He worked so hard on it,”
“Come ooon Mumsy!” Artie said happily pulling his mother. __________ went back to her work.
“Let me help you,” said Eoin smiling, “Artie told us it was six, not seven,”
“Oh thank you so much, it’s okay really, it’s actually at seven thirty but I knew that some may get here a bit early. I’m so happy to finally meet you. Artie talks about you a lot,”
“Same with you. How you’ve been breaking up fights, teaching them about healing herbs and calligraphy, have to admit, you’re pretty well rounded for a teacher,”
“Thanks, I’ve been exposed to a lot when I was younger,”
“Oh, trekked through Europe in your college years?”
“I wish, I’ve never left my country,”
“You’ve never been abroad?”
“No, my family wasn’t exactly rich nor poor and my education was first priority so I wouldn’t have any loans and my mother is xenophobic,” he laughs
“Too bad, it’s not a bad place,”
“I’ve heard. The summer stories about my friends and classmates were enough for me to want to go but I’m always studying and building my resume but it’s okay, I heard it’s not too bad to visit when you’re in late twenties,”
“Any age is a nice age to go. You’re still young and pretty. The early twenty crowds are usually worried about partying and drinking their arses off. That’s why Amsterdam so popular,”
“And that’s not what I’m looking for. I just want chance to just meet the locals and see things I’ve never seen before. Then there’s the idea of going by myself,”
“More fun alone, at least you can see everything to your leisure,”
“True but who do I talk to?” he smiles
“If you ever want to go, tell me, we have family and friends you can stay with and they’ll show you around,” she smiled.
“Really?! I don’t want to impose,”
“You’re not, you’ll have a local perspective and not being so alone,” she looked around. With all their talking and laughing, they were just about done.
“Wow, that was fast. Thanks Eoin,”
“No problem…umm…want to finish this conversation at another time?”
“Sure!” Artie watched from behind the door. Eoin was shy when it came to women. Talking is easy, asking out was hard. He bit his lip in anticipation. Teacher was going to be his sister-in-law!
“A-Are you free next week? I know a pub that’s has some nice atmosphere,”
“Saturday at eight?”
“Awesome,” Artie grinned and bounced happily. Feliciano and Lovi however saw the encounter unfold and were not happy. Eoin had first dibs. That’s not good! They had to get their Nonno in there and make it look accidental. They saw their Nonno approaching the classroom and saw Artie looking in. they knew how to get Miss __________’s attention. Feliciano ran at Artie and grabbed his glasses and shoved him hard.
“GIVE ME BACK MY GLASSES YOU MEANIE BULLY!” said Artie.
“Make me you freckled freak!” Artie sobbed and whimpered. Eoin and ___________ went out the classroom. Feliciano and Lovi were playing monkey in the middle with Artie’s glasses. She caught them and gives them to Artie who was being comforted by Eoin. She grabbed Feliciano and Lovi by the arms.
“What’s the matter with you two?! Feli since when Artie has done ANYTHING to you and Lovi I’m surprised at you! Apologize!”
“Sorry,” said the boys. They grinned at Artie eerily at the same time as to say, ‘We have her now,’
“It’s okay, they’re not broken at least,”
“Eoin, I’m sorry but I have to cut this short,”
“It’s okay, I’ll get your address later,” she dragged them into a classroom to scold them some more.
“How many times must I tell you to stop bullying other students?! It not’s fun and I know you wouldn’t like it if someone did it to you!”
“Why are you just scolding me?!” Feliciano retorted.
“Sorry Feli but it’s usually you who do this! Lovi! I’m surprised at you! Artie is your friend!”
“I know Miss but it was all fun!”
“No it isn’t! What if you broke his glasses? Your Nonno would have to replace them! It’s not fair on him!”
“Please, Nonno could buy Artie a hundred pairs if he wanted,” said Feli cockily.
“Even so that’s a poor attitude to have! You can’t solve all your problems with money!”
“I told him that, Miss!” said Lovi
“Love you too fratello!”
“I know we’re not in school session but you two will be in the corner for fifteen minutes!”
“The corner?!” Feliciano didn’t like the corner. Lovi didn’t either but he could tolerate it a bit better. She ushered them to the door where they headed to Berwald’s office. It was the supervised corner. She sighs and turned into a tall man. She looked into a pair of violet eyes and brown hair that sported a lot of curls. She stares. He was a devilish handsome, well built Italian man smirking at her.
“I thought I heard a woman’s voice scolding some children. Though I didn’t think I was my grandson’s teacher,”
“O-Oh you must be Mr. Vargas!”
“Please, Roma,” he said taking her hand and kissing it, “I’m so glad to finally meet you. My grandsons have told me so much about you,”
“Good things, I hope,” she said blushing.
“VERY good things,” he said.
“G-Good here let me show you about the classrooms,” inside she showed him about the classroom. She then remembered Britannia and immediately offered her something while she was in the art room. She came back. Roma watched with interest as this woman scampered all over the place greeting and showing him about, “And that’s the tour,” she said.
“You run a very structured classroom,” he said looking at the activities list on the boards.
“Yes, if not, they’ll get restless and bored and I’ll get restless and board,” he chuckled at her little joke.
“You really care about your students, no?”
“I do, they’re a handful but they’re also very bright and smart. I just want them to be the very best they can be,”
“Right…” he said, slowly closed the gap between them. She froze. Roma was a very tall man and towered over her a little but the he was alluring, “Tell me, are you busy this week? I would love to invite you to dinner for all of the good things you’ve been doing and helping my grandsons,”
“Oh…umm I’ll have to check my calendar…” Lutz and Edgar stared. If they didn’t do something, Mr. Vargas was going to seduce Miss _________ and they might fall in love. They HAD to think fast.
“Call Vati, I have a plan,” Edgar positioned himself at the stairs. He got down and covered his neck. Lutz watched as he pushed off and rolled downstairs. He was okay but then hit himself against the wall and started to sniffle and sob and cry. The sound broke ___________ from her trance with Roma. She pushed him away and ran downstairs.
“EDGAR! OH MY GOD!” She scooped him up and immediately comforted him.
“I-It hurts! It hurts Miss!”
“Shh it’s okay sweetheart! Come on sweetie, let’s get you to Berwald,” She picked him up and headed towards the nurse’s office. Edgar clung to ____________’s neck sobbing. She said a quick apology to Roma and brushed passed him to go to the nurse. He stared back at the woman carrying the young boy. He stared, that was Germania’s oldest one. The little boy looked at him and wiped his tears away and gave a little smirk as he was carried down the hall. Berwald was inside his office, thankfully, and looked him over.
“He’s okay, just a few little scrapes,”
“Thank goodness. Edgar, what have I told you and Lutz about playing on the top of the stairs?! I’m so glad you’re okay but you’re going to have to be more careful, sweetie,”
“I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to get you worried about me. Are you mad?”
“I’m not mad, just relieved that you’re okay!”
“Vati! He’s in here!” A tall blond man came into the office. He had blue eyes and was firmly built. She blushed at sight as he brushed passed her and went to Edgar. He looked him over and made sure he was okay.
“I’m fine Vater,” said Edgar in a very mature way, “Miss ___________ found me and carried me here. She’s our teacher,”
“Oh?” he looked at her, “Is that so?”
“Yeah! She’s the one who always makes sure we’re okay and cleans us up after fight,”
“You two shouldn’t be fighting in school,” he said coldly.
“We had to! Feli usually starts it,” he visibly softened at this. He smiled at ___________.
“Thank you Miss ________ for taking so much care of my boys,”
“It’s no trouble at all! Really! Someone has to keep them safe and sound,” Mr. Beilschmidt smiled at the young woman. She smiled back. Edgar and Lutz grinned at the sight. Vati must like her. He didn’t smile much.
“So, to thank you for patching up my son, how about I take you to dinner? It’s the least I can do,”
“You really don’t have—,”
“Please, I insist. Is Friday okay for you?” she looked at Berwald’s calendar and nodded.
“That’s perfect but you really don’t have Mr.—,”
“Please, no formalities, I’m Germania,” Lutz and Edgar watched on with a grin. She was going to their Mutti very soon. However, Kuro saw what was unfolding from outside the room. He was not having his Otousan miss not having a chance for his teacher with the most awesome jugs in the world. He quickly ran in.
“Oh! Yes Kuro?”
“Alfred and Matthew are trashing the art display!”
“Not again! Excuse me!”
“We’ll talk more about it later, Miss,” she ran out the room. Kuro smirked at Lutz and Edgar before scampering off. Germania and Berwald looked at each other, grunted pleasantries before he left the man to his work. Berwald looked at Lutz and Edgar who looked a little sheepish at him. He sighed.
“Are you two in on this too?”
“We don’t know what you’re talking about!” said Lutz. Berwald said nothing but looked at him. Lutz started back and then nodded in defeat. Edgar sighs at him.
“You’d make a terrible soldier, you cave too easily,”
“He gave me the Look! It’s a powerful thing!”
“You shouldn’t interfere with your teacher’s love life,” said Berwald looking at them.
“But she’s make a great mom and she deserves someone really nice!”
“That’s not for you all to decide who. Love isn’t something that’s planned,”
“But she needs help,” said Edgar, “She deserves someone really nice!” the man sighed and went back to his work.
____________ ran back to the classroom and opened the door. The room was immaculate. Nothing was out of place and all of the students’ art work and projects were safely in the classroom. However, there was one parent in the classroom. He was a tall Japanese man with red eyes and black hair. Kuro’s father was admiring the children’s wood prints. She looked at them and sighed. That was a day that would end in tears. She taught the boys how to do woodblocks for their art project. Alfred and Matthew carving burning buildings into the wood to which Artie scolded them, saying they should be tranquil and happy, until he saw Kuro’s carving a man committing seppuku.
“Hello Mr. Honda,” she met Kuro’s father on a few occasions. He was quiet man with red eyes, black hair, and usually wearing a black business suit.
“I’m sorry I hadn’t greeted you sooner! I’ve been dealing with a lot of emergencies tonight,”
“It’s okay, really. I’ve just been admiring these artworks you’ve had the students made,” there was an assortment of artwork there from screen paintings, to ceramics, and even metalwork (Edgar’s medium) but the woodcuts were what really caught his eyes, “You have an artistic soul, Sensei-chan,” he said grinning at her. She reddened.
“Well, I just want the kids to be exposed to a lot of things that are different to their culture and learn a bit about their classmates,” she had to admit, it seemed to work 80% of the time. But the boys always had a way to go right back to hating each other, “I have to admit, I really did like Kuro’s woodcut,”
“I can’t believe he did the detail so well, especially since he watched it from behind my subordinates,” she froze.
“Yeah, he even helped with cutting the fingers off one of my underlings, I’ve never been so proud of him,” she looked at him. He smirked at her, “I’ve actually been waiting to thank you for a very long time. I know he hasn’t been turn in his assignments lately and it’s because he’s been preparing to take over the family business,”
“No, no, as long as they bring a note, I’m fine,”
“Not many as understanding,”
“Well, homework is important but not a priority. As long as they do well in class and tests, I’m happy,”
“And not blood stained,”
“That too,” they laughed a bit. Kuro grinned. Otousan was making jokes!
“You’re pretty young for a teacher. The ones I’ve been around weren’t nearly as cute or young,”
“Yeah this is my first assignment but I was a teacher’s aide for a little while,”
“You must like kids,”
“Want any of your own?”
“Not yet, I don’t think I could handle my own yet,”
“You’d be a pretty good mom, especially being around these terrors. I know Kuro can be a handful but you also have the Beilschmidt and Vargas boys and you’re still alive,”
“I think I can handle almost anything now thanks to them,” they laughed again.
“You have a sweet laugh, Sensei-chan,”
“Umm….thanks, Mr. Honda—” she blushed again. He smirks and pats her head.
“Please…Katsuo,” Suddenly, she heard what sounded like a child screaming. She snapped her attention from Katsuo. She ran out into the hall and it was indeed Ivan screaming. She quickly ran. Ivan NEVER screamed. He must be hurt or something. She heard whimpering and walked towards the stairs. She was so concentrated on helping Ivan that she didn’t see a thin wire across the stairs. Suddenly she went flying. She braced herself for a crash but was immediately caught. She looked up to see a man with red eyes and dirty blond hair looking down at her but holding her tightly.
“Are you okay?” she looked up. Mr. Braginski had caught her just in time.
“Umm…yeah, I’m sorry,”
“Why be sorry? You didn’t mean to fall,” Ivan watched from the shadows. He knew his screaming would get her attention but now he had to make Papa look good. He took out a piece of glass and sliced his hand open. He winced but it was a nice clean cut. He lets his tears flow as he sobbed and laid on the floor pretending he fell down the stairs. His father lets _________ go and the immediately followed the sobs. His father examined Ivan before helping him up. __________ pets his hair.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
“I hurt myself,” he held up his hand revealing a long gash on his palm. Both adults winced as ____________ wraps it in a piece of cloth. Mr. Braginski however took out a needle and some thread. Ivan knew what was coming and braced himself. She watched in awe as he effortlessly stitched the boy’s hand.
“Where did you learn how to do things like this, Mr. Braginski?”
“Mikhail and I used to do this all the time when I was in my older profession as a field doctor,”
“Oh…” she continued to watched until Ivan was okay. Mikhail then applied alcohol and bandaged it.
“Thank you, Papa,”
“Go play,” Ivan scampered away but hid behind a corner. Papa could take it from here. ___________ ushered him to the classroom. It was once again empty. Mikhail seemed fixated on a picture in the classroom of Ivan and Artie hugging each other, “So you’re Miss ___________. Ivan told me about you,”
“Yes! It’s nice to meet you!”
“Pleasure is mine,” he said grinning at her. Ivan has been talking a little more thanks to you,”
“He has?” Ivan was a sweet boy but quiet, like Edgar but Ivan was like a little shadow. Sometimes she would forget that he was near until he said something. She thought about putting a bell on him but she just asked him to speak more.
“Hard to believe but he has and I have you to thank,”
“It’s nothing, really!”
“It is, but he seems to love those afternoon lunch times with you. I want to make it up to you. Do you drink?”
“Once in awhile,”
“When are you free again?”
“In a few weeks,”
“Then, let me show you my appreciation and take you for drinks,”
“No! I mean it’s okay, really!”
“I insist,” she nodded and they carried on for a little while until she excused herself for some air. Ivan grinned happily. She was going to be his new Mommy!
________________ sighed. This has been a very exhausting night and she still had to have all the parents in the room to talk about new guidelines and that would be in about two hours. The boys were just so happy to have their parents at school and showing them around. She left outside to get some air. She took one step outside right into cigarette smoke. She coughs a bit and waves it away. At the entrance a man with silver blond hair and gray eyes was smoking. She glares. It was a smoke free zone for obvious reasons, mainly her little one’s lungs.
“Excuse me but you can’t smoke here,” she said looking at him
“Oh and why not?”
“Because it’s policy and there are children about,” he glared at her. She glared back. Neither of them was going to back down. He resigned himself, blew out the smoke and stubbed it out, “Thank you,”
“Whatever, look maybe you can show me about?”
“Umm okay,” she ushered him inside to the classroom. He looked about looking a bit unimpressed and bored. He didn’t sit too well with him but he was alluring.
“Which one of these brats is yours?”
“Which one of the kids is yours?”
“All of them if you really want to know,”
“You’re too young to be a teacher and too fuckin’ good looking,”
“Language, especially in front of the kids, please and thanks,” Francis stared from a corner and covered his mouth. Not many people talked that way to Papa nor did he actually listen.
“It’s not like they understand,”
“You be surprised,”
“Where’s the kindergarten class?”
“Right here,” he brushed passed her and looked around inside. He breathed it in a bit deeper. He could smell an intoxicating perfume radiating from it.
“What’s that smell?” ___________ noticed it all well.
“Oh…sorry about that. It’s my perfume,”
“Thanks. I didn’t realize it was that strong,” Francis rolled his eyes and held the bottle in his hands while hiding in the coatroom.
“Wait, this is your classroom?”
“Yes, I’m the kindergarten teacher! And you are?”
“Gaul Bonnefoy. It’s a pleasure,” she covered her face in embarrassment. How could she not know this was Francis’ father? “Though I had to admit, I thought you were just an aide and the real teacher was either an old woman or someone off their meds,”
“No, I’m normal,”
“I can tell. Francis talks about you all the time. I’m glad I can finally put a face to the picture. Especially when he talked about you wearing that belly dancers outfit for an assembly,” she laugh and wanted to kick herself for volunteering for that dance troupe, “How is he in class by the way?”
“Francis is an excellent student but my main concern is how he’s mean to Artie Kirkland sometimes,”
“Oh, that’s normal. Britannia and I go way back and the boys were practically raised together,”
“I see,” they discussed things a bit more. It was nearly time for meetings.
“I hate to cut this short but I have to make final preparations. I’ll see you in a bit, Mr. Bonnefoy,” She turned only to have her arm gently grabbed. He pulled her back.
“As an token of my sincerest of apologies earlier Miss ____________, allow me to invite you over for dinner. Nothing formal of course just you and me and candlelight. What do you say?” she smiled and gently leaned into him. Francis watched wide-eyed. His Papa knew how to work fast. She went to his ear and whispered.
“I’ll keep you posted to see if and when I’m free, Mr. Bonnefoy,” Gaul watches as she sashays outside. Gaul smirked. Kitty can scratch.
“Miss _____________!” Lovino grabbed her hand and took her to the auditorium, “I need your help!”
“What is it Lovi?”
“I found my shades and I can’t get them!” she followed Lovi into the auditorium. She was so accustomed to seeing the young boy without his rose tinted glasses that she often forgot what he looked like without them. Inside he led her to a self that he just could reach. She smiled and found a step ladder. She climbed up and grabbed them for him. He quickly puts them on.
“You’re welcome sweetheart. Now let’s get going before I’m late to the meeting,”
“Wait! I wanna spent time with you! We barely talk anymore,”
“Lovi, we always talk!” she said smiling.
“Not our girl chats,” she laughed. She swore he was going to make a lucky girl or man happy with this attitude of his. Suddenly she heard music playing. She recognized it as Tango Flamenco. The dance class must have left it after their practice earlier.
“You used to dance, right?”
“Oh Lovi that was years ago when I was an undergrad!”
“Coooome ooooon! Show me how to tango!” she looked at her watch. She had a little time left. She grinned and took the boy’s hands. Lovi grinned and got into position, “Nonno said the man should lead,”
“I know but do you know how to tango?”
“Okay sweetie, show me what you got,” he grinned and started leading the way. She had to admit, for a little one, Lovi was pretty good on his feet, “Where on earth did you learn to dance like this?”
“Toni’s big brother!”
“Yeah! He’s really good and light on his feet!” Lovi shoved her backwards into a man. Before she knew it, she was literately swept off her feet. She had many dance partners before but this one was very good. He twirled her, he caught her, he dipped, and was giving her a good workout.
“You dance divinely!” said the man grinning at her. She face went red. He was a handsome man with bright, happy green eyes and brown hair with a very strong Spanish accent, “Even especially without music! I would love to see how this goes with music!”
“Umm do I know you?”
“Well, yes and no! You see I pick up Toni sometimes and we briefly see each other in my car! I’m his big brother,”
“Oh! I remember now!”
“I had no idea you could dance! Then again, I bet that’s the reason why Toni is so eager to come to class every day to see his gorgeous teacher!”
“Oh, well, thank you,”
“Where are my manners! I’m Antonio!”
“Wait…you and Toni has the same name?”
“Well, our dear Mama decided to name him after me! He says he’s going to change his name someday but I doubt it! So instead of calling me Antonio, we just call him Toni,”
“Mama is very…eccentric but brilliant nonetheless! She’s in the classrooms now but I came here looking for Toni have you see him?”
“Verga!” they looked up. Toni looked angry as he ran at Antonio.
“Oh speak of the devil! Toni there you are! Come give me a hug!” Toni glared and ran at him fast.
“Vete al infierno!”
“That’s right! Come to me and give me a hug!” Antonio ran to him and pulled him into a tight hug. Toni kicked and swore and struggled as Toni hugged him tightly.
“Te voy a matar!”
“You’re so cute!”
“Vete a la verga culero!”
“TONI!” ___________ face was red. She took Spanish before and she knew half of those dirty words, “Don’t say things like that especially to your big brother!” Toni glared and looked down.
“Sorry…but he started it!”
“It’s okay! I’m used to it! It’s just the way he expresses his feelings! But before we go back, when are you free? I would love to go dancing with you!”
“NO!” Toni got between ____________ and his brother, “Don’t!” Lovi then came out of nowhere and dragged Toni away, who was protesting and glaring at him the entire time.
“They’re so cute at that age! I know! How about we meet in a few weeks? I know a great place that’s perfect for dancing and I don’t have to teach that week so you’ll have me all to yourself!”
“Great!” then they heard what sounded like a scream followed by a lot of swearing. Antonio runs outside, “Don’t worry Toni, big brother will help you!” Antonio ran out and ________ heard phrases like, “Don’t run! Do you need a hug? Come on! Aww you brought your toy axe? You’re so cute!” she smiled and closed up the auditorium. It was about time for her to talk to the parents. She sighs and collected herself and went back to her classroom.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. The room seemed divided, even though all the parents were in the room together. Britannia, Mrs. Williams, Mrs. Jones, and Mrs. Carriedo were to themselves, all glaring a bit at Roma who seemed very proud of himself and winked at her. This prompted glares from Gaul and Eoin to glare at the cocky man and Germania simply rolling his eyes. Miss ___________ however defused the tension in the classroom and started on the conference. The boys weren’t allowed inside until the conference was over. This didn’t stop them from telling about their progress with each of their candidates.
“You should have seen Nonno!” said Feliciano, “He swept her off her feet and they’re going to have dinner soon,”
“Papa confirmed dinner with her, da,” said Ivan, “And she was the most interested,”
“Otousan is the one she wants!” said Kuro grinning.
“She’s playing hard to get with Papa,” said Francis, “No one can resist his charms!”
“You’re all amateurs,” said Lutz, “Vati is having dinner with her first! Your Nonno couldn’t even get that yet!”
“Antonio is taking her dancing!” said Lovi grinning.
“I’m going to fucking murder you Lovi!” Toni barked angrily.
“Eoin has her first!” said Artie happily, “And they have the most in common!”
“We have to careful though. Mr. Berwald is onto us!” said Edgar, “Thanks to big mouth!”
“Hey! It’s not like he’s going to get anywhere close to her. Al and Matthew hadn’t done anything all evening,” it was true, Alfred and Matthew stayed close to their mother’s all night. Alfred and Matthew smirked and each other and just let the rest of them talk. Soon the night was over. _____________ bade all the parents a safe trip. She was exhausted, finally able to calm down, and cleaned up everything. She went to her scooter. Because of the weather and she just couldn’t part with it, she drove her scooter to work at times. When she got to it, the tires were slashed. She sighed. She was used to this. A few of the teachers did it to her car in the past. She looked at her watch, it was about ten. She just hope she could get a ride.
“______________?” she looked up. Berwald was coming out.
“Someone slashed my tires…again,” he looked over at the damage. He then walked over and picked up her scooter effortlessly and mounts it on top of his car. He then strapped it onto the hood. She went to help when he simply unlocked the door and told her to get in. When he was finished he joined her inside.
“Where do you live?” she told him and he locked in the coordinates on his GPS.
“Thank you so much!”
“It’s nothing,” he said.
“Why were you working so late?”
“Matthew beat the tar out of Alfred again and I patched him up. Mrs. Williams wasn’t happy,”
“I bet. Those boys,”
“Yeah but they’re just spirited,”
“They really respect you,”
“I know and that’s the main reason why I don’t want to let them down. I’ve had some bad teachers growing up but it never hindered me,”
“That’s why many don’t like teachers; there are many bad ones out there,”
“I know and it’s not fair for the kids to have to suffer because one bad teacher and I know they had a lot before me,”
“You have no idea. Poor Artie and Lovi had to wear dresses,”
“I heard. Alfred was disappointed because she didn’t make him wear one,”
“Boy has issues,”
“I know, I think he likes it when Matthew beats him,” Berwald smirked. She grinned.
“Are you smiling?”
“I guess so,”
“It’s so cute,” he reddened a bit as she teased him a bit, “You’re so emotional! I wish you showed it in your face once in awhile,” soon they were at her house. He helped her unload her scooter into her garage.
“You have a nice place,”
“Yeah, it used to be my grandma’s old home but she moved in with my parents and decided to just give me the house since I work close by. Berwald, how can I ever repay you?”
“You don’t have to,”
“I insist! I know, let me cook you a big dinner! My treat! I’ll tell you when!” he nodded.
“Just let me know when you’re free!” he nodded. He lingered in his car until she was safely inside her house before driving away. _____________ looked at her calendar. This has been the first time in forever since she’s had almost every weekend full of some sort of activities and they were all with her students’ relatives. She sighs and got ready for bed. After the evening she had, all she really wanted to do was hibernate for the rest of her life, not knowing just was sort of weekends she was about to have…