My Student’s Hot Dad

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Chapter Two

I was getting ready for yet another day at work. I decided to put on a sleeveless black skater dress, a long navy blue cardigan, and a pair of black chunky block heels. I took my hair down and combed it and then I put on eyeliner and mascara. I put on my glasses afterwards. I grabbed my purse and then I left my house. When I got to the school, I saw Caroline talking to one of the AP's. Once they were finished talking, Caroline ran over towards me with her heels clicking on the floor. Suddenly, she tripped. I fought to hold back a laugh. I walked over and helped her. She stood up on her two feet and gave everyone, who had been looking, a reassuring smile.

"So tomorrow I'm going to be missing half a day of school because I am going to be applying for the teaching job at the high school," She informed me with a broad grin.

"Wow. Really?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. One of the teachers ended up quitting due to suffering from a nervous breakdown and many people are after that job so I decided to apply because why not," She explained.

"What time is the interview?" I asked.

"It is at 10 am in the morning. So I'll be gone for most of the day," She answered.

"Oh okay," I nodded,"Well good for you."

"Thanks. I hope I get the job," She replied.

"Me too. You're an awesome teacher," I tell her.

"And if I don't then oh well. I'll be happy that I tried," She responded.

"Well at least you have a positive mindset," I said.

"I have to or else I'll go crazy and going crazy isn't an option," She said.

"You are doing a good job of freaking me out," I said.

"I am?" She asked. I nodded.

"Good," She simply stated. She walks away from me and I shook my head. I walked to my classroom and I found Mischa standing there with a yellow folder in her hand.

"Good morning, Mischa," I greeted.

"Good morning, Miss King," She greeted back.

"Does that folder have your missing work inside of it?" I queried.

"Yes, Miss King," She nods.

"Well I'll take it from you and I'll put your grades into the grade book," I informed her. She hands the folder to me.

"Thank you, Mischa. I'll see you in class," I tell her.

"You too, Miss King," She responded. She walks away and I go into my classroom. Once I was in there, I sat down and then I put my purse into my desk. I closed it then I grabbed the graded papers I had from my tote bag. I set them down onto my desk and I checked them to see if I had forgotten to grade at least one or two. After I made sure that every last paper was graded, I set them down neatly onto my desk.

When the bell rang, my students started filing into my classroom one by one. I went straight to the board and started writing down what they were supposed to do on the board.

1. Get Out Your Notebooks And A Pencil

2. Start On Verbs in Writing Assignment

3. Finish All Ten!!!!

My students sat down and took out their notebooks and pencils. I went to the computer and turned on the projector. I logged onto the computer and then I pulled their assignment. They all got started on it. One of my students, EJ, was just sitting there. I walked over towards his desk as his classmates started on their assignment. I crouched down next to his desk.

"EJ, do you have any paper you can take out?" I asked.

"No, Miss King," He hung his head down in shame. EJ's family had a kind of bad financial sitaution. His father, from what other teachers had told me, left his mother to take care of four kids. EJ always came to school with his hair unkept, his clothes were usually dirty or too big for him, and he never really had anything write with or on. The other kids teased him for the way he looked and I got at them for it because I did not tolerate bullying at all. Just because EJ didn't have clothes as nice as theirs, that did not give them the right to bully the poor child for it.

"I think I have a spare notebook I can give you and some pencils," I tell him.

"Okay," He nods. I stand up straight and I walk to my desk. I grabbed an unused notebook from my tote bag that I claim I'll use some day, but never do, and two mechanical pencils. I walked towards EJ and I handed them to him. He thanked me in a soft voice and I gave him a small smile. I walked towards the front of the classroom.

"I'll give you guys some extended time on the assignment, but if I catch either one of you copying down someone else's work, I will make you do more verb practices until your hand hurts," I tell them.

"Yes, Miss King," They all said in unison. I sat down at my desk and looked over my emails while they worked. You always have that one apple out of the bunch that doesn't listen to you. I see one of my students named Craig copying off of someone.

"Craig, I just said don't copy off of someone. What did you do? Copy," I scolded.

"I'm....I'm not copying," He stuttered.

"Yes you are. I can tell," I said.

"How?" He asked.

"You're stuttering. When you lie you stutter. Now give Sissy her notebook back or else I'll give out a quiz on verbs," I answered. He does as told.

"If you are copying off of somebody then I will give you a zero for a daily grade. Don't test me," I said. Three people gave their classmates their work back. I replied to an email from another teacher before getting up and going to the front of the classroom. I went to the computer and I placed my hand on the mouse.

"Okay. Let's go over this," I tell them.

During lunch, I was sitting at my desk and I was eating my lunch which was a chicken avocado sandwich. I was eating my sandwich while scrolling through my emails once again. I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said.

"Miss King," I heard a familiar voice say. I look up to see Mischa's father standing there. My heart starts to race a little. I chewed then swallowed the food in mouth.

"Mr. Flores, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to pick up assignments for Mischa. She started throwing up at lunch and right now she's in the nurses' office," He answered.

"Oh. I'm sorry," I said. I get up and go straight to the assignment folder I had. I grabbed three of the assignments that Mischa might need including notes as well. I grabbed the yellow folder that Mischa gave to me this morning. It was empty now which was good considering how I needed it. I placed what Mischa needed into the folder then I handed it to him.

"Thank you, Miss King," He smiled.

"You're welcome, Mr. Flores," I responded.

"I must get going then," He said.

"Okay," I nodded. He turns to leave and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. What a good looking man. He reminded me of Brad Pitt. They were both two equally good looking men.

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