Ms. Angela, or Angie which you don’t mind, is a fresh grad who’s just started teaching, or technically substitute teaching as advised by your higher ups for you to get your feet wet among other things. Specifically, you’re hoping to get hooked up due to your mini post grad life crisis of missing out getting a boyfriend from being glued to your books and are told the flexible position can give you more time with faculty. Beatrice, the woman you’re substituting, convinced you to take hers by saying her assistant intern, Parker, is open if you don’t mind someone a little younger. Just follow the curriculum to the T and you’ll be free to chat up with him as much as you like afterwards.
With her keys in hand, you unlock and enter her classroom for the first time officially in a teaching role a half hour before morning class. The assistant, a surprisingly handsome young man with dashing jawline, eyes, and chiseled body looking out of place outside a male model magazine cover, is already there handing papers for Ms. Beatrice, who carries herself in her usual sexy knock-out blonde teacher in curvy tight-fitting skirt uniform and high heels stereotype from a cheesy adult film sort of look, waves her fancy glossy pedicure fingernails goodbye at him on her way out. Her dazzling sapphire eyes spot you with her glistening red lipstick smiling as she greets, “Oh hey there, Angela! I’m late for the meeting but need to pick up a few things. Here’s the curriculum and here’s the laser pointer. The latter is very important to use, so treat with care”, as she then hands you a booklet and a weird controller with a small screen on it. Beatrice gestures her head towards the busy intern and adds under her breadth with a wink, “Once you’re done, he’s all yours. I think you two will be perfect, so go get them tiger”. With this appraisal, Beatrice exits, leaving behind a lingering sweet rose perfume in her place.
You open the booklet and examine the curriculum, then at Parker, blushing when he glances up from his work with you all the wondering more why he and Ms. Beatrice haven’t kicked it off yet. While, you’re not Ms. Beatrice material, you’re nothing to scoff either with a more modest but pretty slender form with brown shoulder length hair in a ponytail and soft hazel eyes to compliment your overall shy and innocent demeanor. Well, it’s not the end of the world if this doesn’t work out though since you spotted a few other maybes in the teacher’s meeting. Checking out the strange laser pointer, you flip the on switch and point it around the room, then the board, the desk, until settling the red dot on a picture frame of Ms. Beatrice by her name tag. You want to ask why she’d have a photo of herself but quickly knew why, wishing you had looks like her to remind everyone about even when you’re not around. You…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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