'Miss Cole has dropped some work off for you' I hand Abby two worksheets and she sits down and starts filling them out.
I type away on my computer planning lessons for next week then get started on marking. The silence is comfortable compared to the hell of the lunch hall. Thankfully no incidents happened. I'll probably be asked to take over from Mrs smith when she returns as I'm now a contracted teacher here. I can handle the students. These women have no dominance in them. They hesitate and speak calmly which is no use when children are unruly.
Abby soon stops her work and then sits there doing nothing just staring at me. I can feel her eyes on me so I stop and ask
'why have you stopped?'
'Uh I'm done sir' she says.
It's been 20 minutes since she started, she can't have finished already. I grab the worksheets and look over her answers. Surprisingly she's answered them all, I pick up on a mistake, teaching dual lessons is an advantage it seems. 'Abby the battle of Hastings is 1066, apart from that mistake you have done well'
'thanks sir' she says shyly.
I spin my chair around and search through my history draws. Year 11 work. I pull out a few worksheets then a mock exam then turn back and hand them to her
'Abby try these, let me know when you're done' she smiles and takes the paper our fingers brushing slightly. She's clearly smart so I want to test her abilities.
For the next half an hour she completes both worksheets then starts on the mock.
I'm finished what I was doing so I start tidying up the classroom. It's not too messy but it still needs clearing. The bell rings 10 minutes later. I step into the hallway and ensure students are leaving sensibly.
'You two, stop that' I shout when I see two boys pushing each other into miss Cole. She's flustered. Clearly she can't handle this situation. Her eyes meet mine and she gives me a small smile. Then carries on through the hallway, likely going home.
Now the hallways are quiet I return to my classroom. I do some filing then start a stock take in the back cupboard. I've noticed while working here students like to help themselves.
I hear the sound of shuffling so I pop out of the cupboard. There's a boy. The boy talks low
'Abby you know if you just had sex with me or one of the guys nobody would be horrible to you anymore'.
'mathew I'm happily a virgin and I'm not giving my virtue up for creeps like you'
'you bitch' he sneers.
I make myself known now. 'What are you doing in here? Get out' the boy scampers away.
Abby looks relieved when he leaves. Clearly the boy has been hassling her.
'Abby you finished?' I ask.
She looks up and smiles 'yes sir' I walk over to my desk and grab the exam.
'fill the rest of this stock take, I'll mark this' I gesture to the exam.
Abby walks off into the cupboard, her hips swaying and her legs look so long. I can't help admire her as she walks away.
It takes me a few minutes before I clear the haze before I clear my throat and mark her exam.
At the end of marking I'm confused, she's currently in middle set for history but she's at the standard of top set.
Why is she not in my class for history.
I get up exam in hand, making my way to the cupboard. I push the door open, Abby has the handle and is pulling the other way so as I push she falls backwards.
My hands reach out instinctively grabbing her, the exam falling to the floor, forgotten.
My arms swiftly hugging her tightly. Shes shocked that I can tell, probably expecting to be a heap on the floor by now.
I look down at her and our eyes lock, she's so hypnotising to look at, her green eyes draw me in every time I look at her. She's so alluring.
I can't help myself, I close the distance between us, my lips devouring hers....