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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 30, 2013 20:11:46 GMT -5
 licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I walk out from my office that was between both the locker rooms and cross the small hallway to push open the doors to the gym. I run a hand through my unruly brown hair, blue eyes looking at the students sitting on the bleachers. I stick my pen in my mouth to pull the cap off before sticking the end into it and stopping in front of them.
"Let's make this easy, whose not here?" I ask, a bored tone in my british voice. I look up at them, shifting on my feet. I wasn't your usual teacher. Half the time I was drunk or had a buzz, I flirted with quite a few of my students, and pretty much ever girl passed my class, mainly by wearing extremely short shorts or doing push ups in front of me. I'd deny it if anyone asked, but it was pretty much common knowledge. And I didn't fress like a teacher. I usually wore ripped skinny jeans and some band shirt, but today I had on plain black gym shorts, a Chelsea Grin hoodie, and a pair of black Vans.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 30, 2013 20:23:45 GMT -5
My eyes roamed the halls for a second as I took a sip of my water before walking into the gym. Mark was already taking role. Great. My fingers twirl around in my hair for a moment as I look down. Short shorts, yep. I was good. "Morning, coach," I say, smiling slightly before bounding up the bleachers. My converse scuffed the top bleacher as I put my stuff down before looking around. I shrug and pull off my hoodie so the only thing I'm in is my too tight tank top. If anything, I was determined to make sure I'd pass this class and leave a mark on him. Leave a mark on Mark. The thought makes me giggle slightly before I stretch and bound back down to the first row to sit. My red hair falls into my face as I pull my shirt down some so my cleavage was showing. Not like any of the other girls hadn't done it before. At least I knew I could be proud of my breast without the opinion of a male teacher.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 30, 2013 20:35:00 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I look up as Khaleese walks by me, starting up the bleachers. "Almost marked you absent," I grumble, putting a check by her name. I looke up, blue eyes roving over my class. Everyone except Julia was here, which was despressing, she was hot.
"Okay, three laps, you know the drill," I say, waving my hand at them in a careless manner. They'd run, do jumping jacks, push ups, butterfly, all the basic stretches. I determinedly keep my eyes off the girls as they walk by, biting my pierced lower lip as if thinking. Once they've all gone by I stroll over to the chair behind the announcer's table, setting my clipboard down as the leading runners went by. I move my pen around between my fingers, looking over the pile of health tests my Freshman class had taken earlier before it escapes my fingers and skitters across the wood floor.
"Fuck," I grumble under my breath, getting to my feet to get it.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 30, 2013 20:56:57 GMT -5
I shrug as he speaks and look up when says that we run. Usual. I huff before beginning to run the three laps. Halfway through, I stop to grab my water and take a sip, taking off my tank top and praising that I had actually put on a sports bra today. My fingers lace through each other as I stretch just in time to see Mark drop his papers. After a little giggle, I walk over and squat down to pick up a few. "So, you're just gonna drop papers in hope one of your students will help?" I ask sarcastically. A few girls had finished their laps and were beginning their jumping jacks. My bright blue gaze is adverted to the papers after one of the few guys in the class begins looking at me. "Now, don't go dropping papers just anywhere," I mumble as I stand and pull my hair up with a smile.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 30, 2013 21:07:17 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I walk over to where the majority of my papers had fallen, squatting down to pick them up, blue eyes raising to see Khaleese, or down ehr sports bra. Either one was fine with me. "What? No," I huff, taking them from her and getting to my feet. "Better not have looked at any grades, either," I add, pretending to be mad.
"Stretches, go, not getting out of it," with that I turn my back to her, sitting back in my chair and flipping all the tests back the right way, an annoyed look on my face. I hated it when anyone made a point out of drawing attention to my.. less that professional terms with some of my students. I run a hand through my hair, chewing on my pen top as my blue eyes rove over the series of answers on one test, occasionally marking a few wrong.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 30, 2013 21:17:22 GMT -5
I giggle lightly when he gets defensive and shrug. "Hey, I'm not judging. Besides, we all know what it's like to have a crush on teacher," I say, pushing my hair out of my face. I slowly get to my feet to find myself wobbly and try not to fall on Mark. "Yeah, yeah," I say and shrug. I walk forward to finish the last lap and then walk to the bleachers and sit. If need be, I could always just flash him and get out of this class easily. I wasn't as active as I needed be. My legs stretch before I notice someone staring at me and huff lightly. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," I snap when I notice that it was a prep. She gives me a disgusted look before walking away and I smirk slightly before getting up and walking to Mark. "So, what will it take to get out of today?" I ask, slightly desperate. Not like I actually needed to be here.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 30, 2013 21:29:55 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I hear the part about having a crush on a teacher, and it makes a smirk cross my face, though I'm careful its gone by the time I'm facing the class again. "Coach, we're done," Emily calls and I look up before getting to my feet. "Connor, go get the dodge balls," I say, and a groan erupts from the class. "Yeah, yeah, cry me a river," I grumble to myself, sitting on the edge of my desk as Khaleese comes back up.
I raise my eyebrows at her, shrugging my shoulders and stuffing my hands into my hoodie pocket. "Grade my papers," I say randomly. It was also common knowledge that I hated grading. I almost sigh as I notice that I didn't have my whistle. "I'll be back," I add, walking past the bleachers to push open the door and enter my office. "Damnit," I huff, not seeing it anywhere on my desk. I pull opena few drawers to dig through them, setting my pack of cigarettes to the side. My luck. I straighten up, putting my hands on my lips as if doing so would make it suddently appear out of thin air.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 30, 2013 21:43:20 GMT -5
I smile slightly as the class groans and praise myself for being the first to ask how to skip this. Mark tells me to grade his papers. I shrug and sit at his desk and finding the key before flipping to an ungraded paper and looking over the answers. to my amazement, he had finished at least a third of the papers which left me finishing in a few minutes. The class looks around for a second as he goes to his office and I watch as a group of girls starts twerking out of boredom. A giggle escapes me as I put Mark's whistle in my lips and sit on his desk before blowing it. "Guys, let's act like proper teenagers. Wall twerk!" I say, watching as they follow instructions before laughing lightly. Hopefully, he heard the whistle and walk outside. I blow keep the whistle between my teeth and giggle lightly before pretending I had more papers to grade.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 30, 2013 21:49:10 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I'm still digging through my drawers as I hear my whistle and huff, tossing everything into random drawers before walking back out. I stop as I see most of the class wall twerking. I shake my head and walk over to Khaleese, huffing. "You had my whistle this whole time?" I grumble, sitting on the top of the table.
"Not very hygenic," I add, not able to keep a smirk off my face. "Dodge ball! Let's go," I call to the class. I call out names to split the class into two teams, putting the two main cliques onto different teams. This would be fun to watch. "Can you blow the whistle to start it?" I ask, looking over at Khaleese.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 30, 2013 21:56:25 GMT -5
I look up as Mark walks out of the office and try to hold a smile off my face when he shakes his head. A shrug crawls over my shoulders when he asks if I had the whistle the entire time before smiling when he tells me it wasn’t hygienic. "So? As long as I don't get AIDS or some shit I'll be fine," I say before sitting beside him with the papers. He separates the rest into groups and I smirk when I notice what he's done. "My money is on the preps just because they have the jocks," I say, nudging him with my elbow. I blow the whistle as loud as I can and smile when dodge-balls fly through the air, knocking out a few preps immediately. Yeah, my money was on them but I was hoping that my team had the balls to fight. Both literally and figuratively. I place the papers in Mark's lap and pull on my tank top with the whistle still hanging in my mouth.
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