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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 30, 2013 22:06:02 GMT -5
 licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
"Good point," I reply, shrugging my shoulders, not at all bothered that she'd cussed. Hell, I did all the time. I was basically the only teach at 5LA who didn't give a shit, though, most were pretty straight-laced. Except for Eric, we were about the same. Only he was more of a one-girl type of guy. I could respect it, yeah, but it wasn't for me.
"Eh, but most of them are girls," I say, popping my neck. I glance over as Khaleese puts her tank top on, mentally sighing. There went my eye candy for the class period, though her tank top was pretty tight, so I could deal with it. I watch as a girl flings a ball towards the preps and hits Emily right in the face. I cover my face, unable to help my snicker. I look back up in time to see Emily stomping towards the girl, and I jump off the table to race over, stepping in front of her as she pulled her arm back.
"And what do you think you're doing?" I ask, and she stops, staring at me. "Principal, now. And, you're in my office for detention during lunch," I say, waving to her. The blonde stares at me before finally glaring past me at the girl to storm out of the gym. I notice that the whole gym was quiet and I look up as if surprised. I was never strict with students, but I didn't want to get in trouble for just standing by as a fight happened.
"Can I see that ball?" I ask Tyler, looking over at him. He hands it to be and I promptly fling it towards the prep side of the gym, and then the balls start flying.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 30, 2013 22:27:49 GMT -5
Mark speaks before I look around the room to find my other shirt and bite my lip after taking off my tank top and looking around for a second. "Yo, Alice, I'm going through your bag," I yell after leaning backwards to get the bag from the floor. I open it to find no shirt of use and huff as I stuff my tank top in there. At least I had my hoodie for the rest of the day. My eyes go to Mark as he sends Emily to the office and I giggle lightly before Stacy busts out laughing. She was the one who had hit Emily in the face and it made me proud to have her as part of my group. "Hey, Mark!" I call, looking at him. That would certainly get me trouble with other teachers but, honestly, I was too comfortable around him to call him Mr. Ruhen. Besides, it didn't fit right anyway. Stacy winks at me and I roll my eyes. Yeah, I had a thing for him but I knew he wasn't really a relationship kind of guy. I was a cuddle during the cold and kiss in the rain kind of girl so I wouldn't fit in his lifestyle.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 30, 2013 22:33:37 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I jog off the court, dodging a few balls, my hair falling into my face. I push it back with a huff, looking over at Khaleese as she called my name. My first name, but I didn't really give a fuck. It was weird being called 'Coach' or 'Mr. Ruhen' anyway, and I wasn't even a coach. But, I guess it came with being a gym teacher or something.
"Yeah?" I ask, looking at my whistle that she still had. A ball rolls nearby and I kick it back into the game. It gave me an idea, maybe we'd play kickball tomorrow. Or soccer. Friday was our free day, but it was only Wednesday. I return my blue eyes to her face, wondering why she'd called me over.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 30, 2013 22:42:33 GMT -5
I look up to watch a few more balls be tossed and see some a few kids get out of the game and sit out. My hand runs through my satin red hair before looking at Mark as he runs from the balls. I shrug when he answers and smile slightly. "Just seeing if you'd answer," I say shrugging. I reach an arm out to ruffle his hair playfully and huff after I pull my hand back. "Hey, if I give you money, would you pick me up a pack of cigarettes?" I ask, looking at him. It had been forever since I had my last smoke and I was really craving one. Besides, we all knew he smoked so I really didn't think it would be a problem to ask him if he could pick me up some. I also needed a buzz but I felt it was crossing the line to ask for alcohol.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 30, 2013 22:52:25 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
"I was gonna play some," I grumble as she says that she'd just wanted to see if I'd answer. I blink as Khaleese reaches out to play with my hair. No one had ever really done that before, it was weird. But, I wasn't complaining any. I raise my eyebrows as she continues, and I reach a thoughtful hand up to fix my hair.
"You can come by after class, I have some," I offer, an easy grin on my face. I'd had students ask me for smokes before, and alcohol. Booze was usually out of the question, unless we were at the "secret" bar, though it wasn't really that big of a secret. Or I wanted to get farther. "It is last class," I add, a hint of a purr in my voice.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 30, 2013 22:58:58 GMT -5
I shrug when he says he was going to play and lean against the desk before getting up and stretching. Stacy walks over and play with my hair for a second before asking if I'd finally gotten to do a split again. I giggle lightly and do so, her eyes widening. "Told you I'd do it again one day," I say, getting up quickly before huffing when she smiles at Mark. Everyone in school had a thing for him, it seemed. My fingers run through my hair and I pull on my tank top as the bell rings for us to leave. "I'll give you some money to pay you back for this," I say, smiling as I bound up the bleachers to put my water up and quickly run back down. My eyes glance over Mark and I knew he was hitting on me earlier but I decided not to overreact. If I did, I'd more than likely just get hurt like the other girls in the school.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 30, 2013 23:07:00 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I glance over as Stacy comes over and I shuffle my papers, getting them all in line before I stick them onto my clipboard. I raise my eyebrows as Khaleese does a split, it was pretty hot, if I was being honest. I smirk a bit as she smiles at me. If the whole thing with Khaleese didn't work out, there were always more fish in the sea. "You don't have to," I reply, shaking my head as she told me that she was going to give me money for the cigarettes.
I wanted to say that she could pay me back some other way, but Stacy was still standing nearby and I didn't want to possibly ruin some future thing with her. "Can I get my whistle back?" I ask instead, holding out a hand for it, the beginning of my tattoos showing from under the sleeve my hoodie.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 31, 2013 10:39:23 GMT -5
I shrug when he says that I don't have to pay him back and look at Stacy. "I'll call you tonight. I have to stay after school," I say, smiling at her, waving at her as she walks off. My hand reaches into my bag and I pull out my Nightmare Before Christmas wallet and take out the ten I had saved for cigarettes. Once it is put up, I walk to Mark and shove the money in his open hand and smirk, the whistle still hanging from my lips. "You think you're going to get it back so easily. I could probably sell this to the preps for a fortune," I say with a giggle as I walk away, making sure to shake my butt a little more than it usually did by itself. I knew I had a nice body but I never liked showing it off. After being raped, it kind of became a curse.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 31, 2013 14:43:19 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I huff as she shoves a ten into my open hand and I roll my clear blue eyes, stuffing the money into my hoodie pocket without another word. "I dont see why," I grumble after Khaleese tells me that she could probably sell my whistle to the preps for a fortune. If they wanted some of my saliva in their mouth they could just ask. My eyes follow her as she walks away, but I avert my gaze before someone can notice. I set my clipboard down on the table as the bell rings and everyone heads for the lockerroom. I push my hair out of my face, wandering across the gym to kick the dodge balls towards the center of the court, slightly annoyed that no one could do that themself.
"Lazy wankers," I grumble to myself, squatting down to stuff them into the bag.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 31, 2013 16:01:17 GMT -5
My lips purse to the side when he speaks. The preps were more obsessed with him than anyone else. Sometimes, I thought some of the girls had a shrine built to him. I stuff the whistle in my bra before going to the center of the court and push the balls into the bag with Mark. The quicker all this got done, the quicker I could get a smoke. I try my best to avoid his hand as we push them in but keep my eyes on the tattoos peeking from under the sleeve of his hoodie. My fingers find the rose that was on my left breast and I smile lightly as I look at it. The gun that went with it was on the right side of my lower back and each were never noticed by anyone else. For a second, I'm in a sort of trance when I trace over the rose but it doesn't take long for me to come back out and smile at Mark. "Thanks for the smokes," I say as I get up and try to act like I wasn't lost in my thoughts.
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