It was yet another morning where I had to come in early for tutoring for not only Mischa, but other students as well. Because it was Friday, a day where we the teachers are allowed to wear jeans, I decided to wear a pair of light colored skinny jeans, a light yellow tee that said Magical Girl Gang, a nice denim jacket that allowed me room to move my arms around, and a pair of slip on sneakers. My hair was in a cute twist that took me almost three hours to do last night, but it was worth it.
"Don't you look cute," Caroline remarked as she walked into my room. Caroline had on a pink and white floral print dress that stopped at her knees, a cardigan, and a pair of boots.
"Thanks," I smiled.
"So I came to ask how the birthday party went for your niece," Caroline took a seat on top of one of the desks.
"It's was fun, even though it was a glittery pink hell," I replied, "My dad wasn't there so that was good too."
"Praise the Lord," Caroline grinned, "Why wasn't he there if I might ask?" My dad never liked the fact that I was friends with Caroline because she was white. He always disapproved of it and never held back his disdain for her either. He felt that someday she would turn on me or something, which hasn't happened at all and will never happen. He's even gone as far as to banning her from our house when we were kids, but my mom allowed her there when he was off on s trip or something.
"Hm? Oh my Mom said that his back hurt. I felt bad, but I didn't want to see him or hear him. The same goes for Casper too," I murmured.
"Who can blame you guys for not wanting him there? The man told you two that you should dedicate your lives to finding a husband and that your dreams were irrelevant too," Caroline responded, "Can't forget that he went as far as to calling Harmony's husband the F-word when he found that he designed clothes."
"Ugh. Don't remind me," I shook my head. My dad was really and truly a terrible person because he was just so judgmental of Harmony, Casper, and I. He detested the fact that Harmony's husband designed clothes and thought it was gay, he detested the fact that Casper wanted to become a singer because he felt like she would never make it far, and he detested the fact that I wanted to become a teacher.
He loathed any and everything my sisters and I loved and told us that to our faces, which in turn kind of just turned us off from the idea of ever bonding with him. Were we going to keep him away from his grandchild and future grandchild? Hell no. We'd rather have them decide for themselves on how they feel about him rather than us so that they can make up their own decisions and opinions about him without our influence.
"If I had a father like that, I would just rip my hair out," Caroline said.
"Be glad that your father supports whatever decisions you make," I muttered.
"Oh I am and just the thought of your dad makes me appreciate him more," She replied.
"Let's get off this topic before I start my day feeling pissed off," I sighed.
"Sure. I noticed that you had two backpacks with you," Caroline remarked. Over at my desk were two brand new backpacks filled with school supplies. I do this every year for my students who cannot afford to get the things they need and it gave the parents something to not worry about at all either. One of the bags, which was a blue one, was for EJ since his mom didn't give a damn about him having school supplies and the other, a pink one, was for another student named Kaylee who couldn't afford to get them. Kaylee, like EJ, usually came in with clothes that weren't washed and I'll fitted. It never seemed like her hair was ever combed, which was sad to me, and the other students made fun of her as well.
Along with the backpack, I had a bag of clothes for her too that were around her size that Harmony hadn't gotten around to giving away so I decided to give them to her in return along with some shoes that I'm sure would fit her better than the ones she came to school in.
"Yeah. Those are filled with school supplies for EJ and Kaylee," I told her.
"Ohh. What's the tote bag for?" She asked.
"There are some clothes and shoes in there for Kaylee that Harmony never got around to giving away. I'm going to give them to her today," I murmured.
"Sometimes I can't tell if you're a miracle worker or a teacher," Caroline said.
"Thanks," I smiled.
"You're welcome. These kids are lucky to have someone like you as a teacher," She beamed.
"You think so?" I asked.
"I don't think. I know," Caroline replied.
"She's right." We turned our attention to the door to see August and Mischa together.
"Good morning," Caroline and I greeted simultaneously.
"Good morning," Mischa smiled.
"How are you ladies doing this morning?" August inquired.
"We're doing alright," I smiled warmly.
"Yes we are," Caroline said and turned to Mischa, "Mischa, do you want to see something cool in my classroom? There are some eggs in my classroom that are going to be hatching pretty soon."
"Really?" Mischa's face lit up.
"Mhm. Do you want to go see?" Caroline smiled.
"Yes," Mischa nodded.
"Cool. Just put down our stuff so we can go," Caroline said. It didn't take a scientist to know what she was doing. She was trying to give us some privacy.
"Mischa, before you go take out your notes on independent and dependent clauses, your notes on adverbs, and your notes on the types of verbs," I instructed. Mischa did as told and put her notes on the table we usually worked at before skipping away with Caroline, and I do mean skipping, like the weirdos they are.
"I'm starting to think that maybe they're coming up with excuses to give us some alone time," August joked.
"Really? You don't say," I sarcastically said with a smile.
"Oh ha ha, smart ass," He chuckled. I giggled softly.
"Should I expect these visits to be frequent thing?" I asked.
"You could say that," He smiled, "It's actually a great excuse for me to come see you first thing in the morning."
"How sweet," I beamed.
"Thank you. It's not every day that I'm allowed to be in the presence of such a beautiful woman," He said.
"It's not every day that I get to be in the presence of a very handsome man," I replied. He walked over and kissed me softly on the lips. I smiled and kissed him back.
"See, Mischa? I told you that is being the Maid of Honor and Flower Girl is in our future," Caroline said from the doorway. August and I pulled away from each other. My cheeks burned in embarrassment from her statement.
"Caroline, seriously?" I chided. August simply laughed with Caroline and Mischa.
"Oh don't give me that. You two are about an engagement away from being at the alter," She replied.
"I'm sorry for this, weirdo," I said to August.
"It's quite alright," He smiled again, "I like her enthusiasm."
"See? A bright and shiny ring is in your future," Caroline remarked.
"If I kill her now, please don't say anything," I mumbled to August. He laughed again.
"I have to go, but I'll see you this afternoon," He informed me.
"This afternoon?" I looked at him puzzled.
"Mischa's mother is going out of the country for fashion week in Italy, but she's spending an extra week there to relax," He explained.
"So you're picking her up today?" I asked.
"Yes," He nodded.
"Well I guess I'll see you later," I smiled.
"You too," He pecked my lips. He walked over to Mischa to give her a hug and a kiss before leaving. Once August left, Caroline turned to me with a grin.
"What ever little thought in your head that you're thinking of needs to stay inside and locked up," I told Caroline. Mischa giggled and went to go sit at the table where we usually worked together.
"What? I was just about to say that you two look cute together," She innocently replied.
"Liar," I mumbled under my breath.
"And you'd look even more cuter with a ring your finger," She added.
"Caroline, get out," I sighed in exasperation. She giggled.
"Okay, but I'm just saying," She smiled before leaving my room. I let out another exasperated sigh before sitting at the table with Mischa.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you and my dad got married some day," Mischa said.
"Oh no," I groaned, "Not you too."
She giggled and continued, "It's true though. My dad really loves to talk about you to me and he's always asking questions about you too."
"Really?" I inquired. It was very sweet to know that he talked about me a lot and very intriguing too because I wanted to know what he was saying and what he was asking about me.
"Yeah," She nodded.
"What does he say?" I questioned.
"He says that you're beautiful, he says that he loves how passionate you are about teaching, he loves that you go out of your way to help us, he loves how kind you are, and he just loves how much your face lights up when you talk about your students," She answered.
"Does he say anything else?" I beamed.
"Yeah he does, but it'd be very embarrassing for him if I told you," She giggled. I chuckled softly.
"Okay, Mischa. I understand," I murmured, "I'll keep what you said between me and you. Okay?"
"Okay, Ms. King," She nodded.
"However, you can tell him that I do love how sweet and kind he is to me, I love how he puts you first over anything, I love how he lights up when he starts to talk about you, I love how he will dress up extra nice when he comes to drop you off, and I love how he makes me feel like some giddy teenager," I said.
"I certainly will, Ms. King," She beamed.
"Thank you, Mischa. Now let's get started," I said. She nodded and we went over her notes together. A few more students filed into the room for early morning tutoring. I alternated between helping the others and Mischa without any trouble whatsoever.
When it was time for to come to class, I told him to wait in the classroom and asked his classmates to stand outside for me. He looked a little better than he usually does for school, which I am grateful for, but he still didn't have all the necessary materials he needed for school. I took out the bag and walked towards him. I kneeled down to his height.
"EJ, I know you don't have any pencils, notebooks, or binders for school, but that's going to change today. Alright?" I said.
"What do you mean by that, Ms. King?" He asked in confusion.
"What I mean by that is that I got you this," I handed him the backpack. He looked down at it in confusion.
"Go on and open it," I said. He opened the bag and looked at it in shock.
"Is this for me?" He inquired.
"Yes it is," I smiled. Tears welled up in his eyes and he hugged me instantly. I hugged him back as he cried.
"I know it's hard having to come to school every single day without any learning materials, sweetie. Now you don't have to ask me for anything anymore. Okay?" I pulled away to look at him.
"Y-Yes, Ms. King," He sniffed.
"You're welcome, sweetie. Now go set your things down at your desk and get ready for class," I instructed.
"Yes, ma'am," He nodded. I hugged him again.
"You're an amazing student, EJ, and I'm lucky to be your teacher. I know you'll go off to do great things one day," I murmured. He hugged me back and headed to his desk. I smiled warmly at him as he took out one of his new notebooks before letting in his classmates.
When it was time for my second class, I did the same for Kaylee who thanked me and cried just like EJ at the sight of the new clothes and new school materials she received. At first, she was hesitant, but I assured her that it was all for her. She hugged me and thanked me before sitting at her seat. I was glad that I did something like this for my students because the thought of them all just struggling and going through hardships that no student should ever have to face is heartbreaking and made me want to cry. I love my students no matter what and would never want to see them struggle inside and outside the classroom.
At around lunch time, a knock sounded on my door and I saw that it was the new coach.
"Hey. What brings you by?" I greeted.
"I just came to see how you were doing. That's all," He answered with a dazzling smile.
"I'm doing alright. Just grading a few papers," I replied with a sigh.
"Uh-oh. That doesn't sound too good," He remarked.
"Well when two of your students would rather spend the whole class talking rather than doing their work, then you'd probably feel the same way," I shook my head. He chuckled softly.
"I already have that problem and the solution is to use the threat of extra laps," He said.
"I wish I could use that," I muttered under my breath, "But taking away recess will has to do."
"Between running laps and taking away recess, I don't know what's worse for them," He joked.
"Recess," We simultaneously said. We both shared a laugh.
"So hows it going teaching the munchkins how to dodge a ball, climb a rope, and torture them with laps?" I inquired. He laughed again.
"It's going alright. They're mostly good kids, but I don't have any other problems," He replied.
"It must be tiring dealing with just about every grade level," I remarked.
"I guess, but I'm kind of used to high energy kids anyway," He said.
"Let me guess nephews and nieces?" I asked.
"Both," He answered.
"Oh wow. How many?" I inquired.
"Three boys on my brother's side while my sister has two girls and two boys," He answered.
"You just made me really lucky to only have three nieces," I joked.
"If you ever saw how they tortured me when we get together, then you'd feel a lot more lucky," He smiled. For the rest of lunch, Alex and I continued talking to each other before he had to go. I had to say that he was a really nice guy to talk and he was very funny too. It was nice to talk to someone else from this school besides Caroline.
In the afternoon, it was the end of Mischa and I's tutoring session. I was so excited to finally be able to pack up and go home. It was nice to actually sit here and help my students, but I was completely drained. Alex, before he left, had dropped by to tell me goodbye and he said the same to Mischa before leaving.
"Do you think you have a better understanding of what we went over today?" I asked Mischa as she placed her things into her bag.
"Yes I do, Ms. King," She replied.
"Good. Now if you need anymore help then don't hesitate to ask me tomorrow. Alright?" I said.
"Okay, Ms. King," She nodded.
"Good afternoon, ladies," August said as he walked into the room.
"Hi, daddy," Mischa grinned.
"Hello, sweetie," He walked over and kissed her on her forehead. He came towards me and kissed me on my cheek.
"Hello, beautiful," He beamed.
"Hello, handsome. How was work?" I smiled.
"It was a busy day as usual, but nothing I couldn't handle," He answered.
"That's nice to hear," I said.
"How was your day?" He inquired.
"It was a great day as usual with some small bumps in the road, but overall it was a pretty smooth day," I responded.
"I'm glad to hear that," He said, "Do you mind if we walk you out to your car?"
"Oh no. I can't ask you to do that," I shook my head.
"No I insist," He said.
"I don't want to keep you two here any longer. I know you're both probably wanting to go home," I replied.
"We don't mind, Miss King," Mischa chirped.
"See? Now you have no choice," He smirked. A small smile graced my lips.
"Fine. Let me get my stuff," I said.
"Good job, Mischa," I heard August whisper to her.
"You're welcome, daddy," She responded. I smiled and shook my head while getting my things together. Once I had everything, we left my classroom and I locked the door behind us. A few teachers saw us pass by and said goodbye.
"You guys aren't as sneaky as you like to think you are," I told August and Mischa.
"We don't know what you're talking about," Mischa innocently said.
"We were just simply asking if we could take you to your car," August replied.
"Yeah sure," I rolled my eyes. We reached outside and they stuck to their word and took me out to my car, which was around the corner from the front entrance.
"Miss King, my daddy wants to ask you something," Mischa informed.
"Oh really?" I inquired.
"Yeah," She nodded.
"And what does your daddy want to ask me?" I smiled.
"He wanted to know if you'd like to go out with him this Saturday," Mischa answered.
"Oh really?" I raised an eyebrow at August. He smiled at me.
"Well?" He asked.
"Yes I'll go out with you this Saturday," I replied as I unlocked my door.
"I'll pick you up at eight," He grinned, "Wear something casual."
"Okay," I nodded. August kissed me on my cheek while Mischa looked between us both.
"Wow. Miss Irving was right," Mischa remarked, "An engagement isn't too far off."
My cheeks burned form embarrassment while August laughed.
"We're not there yet, sweetie, but maybe if, and hopefully, our relationship will go that far," August said.
"He's correct. We're just getting to know each other," I replied.
"Fine, but when the wedding bells start ringing and the doves start flying I'll just smirk," She said.
"You and Miss Irving need to stop hanging out," I muttered.
"Miss Irving said that you'd say that," Mischa added. August laughed again as my head shook.