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Post by OLIVIA.{c h e s t n u t} on Jul 15, 2009 0:07:47 GMT -8
shittt...
 
Why was she getting stuck with all the extra teacher duties lately? First she was stuck with some bitch's rounds - that ended horribly - and now she pulled the lucky detention card. The list was pretty small - it seemed that most teachers took it easy on their students in the first week - and she'd been told that barely anyone actually showed up for detention. There was one person in particular on the list that she was hoping wouldn't show up. She still couldn't believe the events that had taken place Saturday night at HEAT. She made out with a student. Michaela of all people. Ever since it happened she hadn't been able to sleep. What if she filed sexual harrassment or something? If she got a bad rep at her first job - especially a job like Pembroke - she could be screwed for the rest of her natural-born career.
With a sigh she laid out the sign-in sheet on her desk and leaned on the wood next to it. She crossed her converse-clad feet - something many teachers gave her looks for, but she countered back by keeping her clothes simple, neat and proper...a.k.a. black skirts or pants with white male button up shirts. Today's choice was white with the first three buttons undone due to the heat and skin-tight black flare jeans. She glanced at the clock and cracked her neck. They had ten minutes to get here or be tardy and have more minutes tacked on. She really hoped she didn't have to deal with staying longer because of them. Today was not a good day and her mood was reflecting that. Please don't want through the door.
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Post by KENNEDY, michaela.} on Jul 15, 2009 0:38:40 GMT -8
  oh what the hell she says,
i just can't win for losing
Today had been a really rough day, and so was Sunday. Actually, ever since the LGBT party it's like her life was thrown into the trash. Sunday she woke up with a hung over and bloody sheets, screaming she woke up both blondes who were still mad at her from the night before, but they got over it to help her. Jacy took the sheets down to the laundry mats and Emily helped her clean herself up and call her sister for her. Her sister explained to the blonde that she was probably having a miscarriage and she'd have to come to her office Wednesday. She didn't want to travel two hours just to go to the doctor, but she had too. You wanted this. She reminded herself. Her sister told her to use pads and use the bathroom frequently if she didn't want to have any bloody accidents. Tasty.
Michaela tried her best not to have to use the bathroom during classes, which meant she was tardy to almost every other class. She was finally sent to the dean, who wasn't happy to see her. "Ms. Kennedy, I've heard you had a lot of tardies today. You could fail for the semester if you get two more tardies." She finally broke down and told the dean what was going on and the dean told her she'd take off the tardies, but she'd have to serve detention this evening. Willingly, she agreed and left the office.
It was now time to go to detention, after taking a quick bathroom break, she walked down the hall. Michaela had her hair loosely tugged to the right side of her neck in a pony tail, barely any make-up, and of course her school uniform. She had tugged the tie off and pushed it into her bag with her books after the last period. Hopefully the teacher wouldn't yell at her for being out of "dress code," it was just a little tie. The rest of her uniform was neat on her body, not exposing too much clevage or her stomach, unlike she had last week. But she really wasn't feeling sexy today.
The detention room's door was open, but she still tapped her nails gently on the wood before walking in. She looked around the class, no one was there, but then again - who came to detention? She had to, atleast. Her blue eyes finally landed on the teacher, she swallowed hard. There she was, she really never wanted to run into Olivia ever again, but here she was - her teacher for the next two hours. Looking away from her, she walked over to an empty seat in the back near the window. She plopped her bag full of her books into the floor, then put her purse on the desk.
Walking back up to the desk, she bent over beside her and signed her name where she was supposed to. There was a heart at the end of her name, but she put that every time she signed her name. Glancing once more at the blonde, she turned on her heels and returned to her seat. Biting her bottom lip, she opened her bag and pulled out a binder full of paper. She flipped it to a clean sheet and began to doodle after she took her favorite hot pink pen out of her purse. Michaela was sure to keep her eyes on the paper. These two hours were going to be long.
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Post by OLIVIA.{c h e s t n u t} on Jul 15, 2009 1:09:47 GMT -8
shittt...
At the small scuttling sound of nails tapping on wood, Olivia looked up. Even before her eyes focused on the brunette figure she knew who it was. She watched her walk over to the desk and drop off her stuff, ready to open her mouth and remind her to sign in, but then she changed her course and headed straight toward her and her desk. While she signed the paper, the blonde looked over her shoulder, making sure it was all legit - she didn't need to get in trouble for getting a messed-up signature. Her insides flip-flopped when she saw the heart. That better not be an indication to how the next two hours were going to be. She watched her until she was seated back in her desk then pushed herself off the desk and walked around to her seat.
After ten minutes of silence Olivia sighed and looked up at the clock. Time to lock the door. She was dreading this. She got up and took out her key, shutting the door and shifting the key around until the lock clicked. With a glance at Michaela she reassured her before sitting back down, "School rules. If anyone comes now they're too late - and we're officially stuck for two hours."
It was quickly deciding that sitting wasn't a good option so she got up and set about preparing for a lab she was going to run through with her freshmen. She stopped by her ipod plugged into a portable ihome and pressed play. The Kill's "Cheap and Cheerful" started to echo around the empty room. Not really caring what the brunette had to say about it, she put a sample under a microscope and bent over to start studying.
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Post by KENNEDY, michaela.} on Jul 15, 2009 1:39:23 GMT -8
oh what the hell she says,
i just can't win for losing
They sat in silence as they waited for other students to come through the door. She begged and pleaded in her thoughts for someone, anyone to come into the classroom. Even another teacher would be fine with her, but anyone. Ten minutes later, Olivia stood up and locked the door. Fuck! When she spoke finally, it was only to say something about school rules. If she heard those two words come out of her mouth one more flipping time, she might just punch her. She was pretty sure she would get expelled if she put her hands on a teacher, but it would be worth it. Because this teacher was taking it a little too far with going by the rules.
Of course, Michaela didn't speak or make a sound when it came to responding to her. She was so not happy about being stuck in a room with Olivia for two whole hours. She almost wanted to smack herself in the head, but she didn't just so the blonde wouldn't question her sanity. Groaning in pain from the horrid cramps she was having not only in her lower stomach, but also from the shooting pain in her lower back. It was like a wrap around band of hurt. Awesome! She kept looking up at the clock every five minutes. It was killing her, how slow everything was going and how quiet it was between them. The only thing keeping her sane was actually the music the blonde was playing, she liked it.
After about thirty minutes, her head was down on the desk. She stared at the wall that way she didn't have to look at Olivia. She began to close her eyes when she felt a hot moist feeling in between her legs and a lot of it. "Shit," she whispered, picking her head up. She hadn't felt that much of the nasty blood all day, so it worried her, she didn't want to bleed anywhere other than a toilet. But she had an extra skirt and underwear just in case. She looked at the blonde, biting her bottom lip hard. "Can I go to the bathroom?" Michaela really hoped she wouldn't give her a hard time and would just let her go.
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Post by OLIVIA.{c h e s t n u t} on Jul 15, 2009 21:41:49 GMT -8
shittt...
After the first fifteen minutes of looking at slides Olivia's mind began to wander to someplace she really didn't want it to go. Her body pressed up snug between HEAT's cold wall and Michaela's warm, sexy body. She wondered how good it would have been. Would she scream her name? Would she arch off the bed? Would she make it past round one? Her eyes stared blankly into the microscope, not paying a speck of attention to the little squirming cells, but instead to naked squirming bodies. When Michaela groaned she nearly jumped out of her skin. She stood up straight, color coming quickly to her cheeks, and looked at her in alarm. Once she saw that nothing was wrong she put her hand down on the nearest desk and started to tap her nails. A few seconds later she was hearing the voice of the brunette asking her to go the bathroom.
She sighed and glanced at the clock, groaning quietly when she saw that they still had an hour and a half left. "School rules, you have to stay in here with no breaks. Should have gone before." That wasn't entirely true - she could go, but then she'd have to tack on more minutes and Olivia didn't want any of that. In the background she idly noticed that the song 'Sexual Healing' by Marvin Gaye had started playing. She reacted a little too strongly in the way she practically threw herself at the ipod and changed the song to something less..mood-setting. A lottt less mood-setting. God, she was already in the mood way too much. How many times had she fucked or made out to that song? Calm down, Olivia. This bitch could still out you if you let your guard down.
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Post by KENNEDY, michaela.} on Jul 15, 2009 22:06:43 GMT -8
oh what the hell she says,
i just can't win for losing
A slight growl came from her lips as she told had to stay here, she almost grabbed her binder full of paper and chunked it at her head. But she settled with neatly putting her hands on top of it and her nails biting into the stack of paper. "Ugh, you're such a damn lie. I have to go, it's an emergency," she stared at her, her eyes almost pleading with her. That look though was wiped off her face and replaced with surprise when Olivia half-leapt to her iPod to turn off the song playing. She had good taste in dancing music, but terrible music when it came to putting someone in the mood. Chaela would have never been turned on by that song (even if Liva had been trying), that song almost made her gag. "Ridiculous, much?" she said, mentioning her almost killing herself and the iPod.
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Post by OLIVIA.{c h e s t n u t} on Jul 15, 2009 22:28:24 GMT -8
when i get that feeling...
i need anger management healing
Olivia almost sent a death glare to the teen when she dissed her song and her dramatic changing of it. Most girls fell for the cliche slow, sensual mood music - it wasn't her fault that she had discovered this and learned to make easy use of it. She was getting extremely wound up and getting increasingly pissed the longer she went without doing anything about it. The night of the party she had opted against finding another girl, instead she just drank herself stupid. She'd regretted it ever since.
Locking her eyes on the brunette she stalked over to her desk and braced her arms on the wood so she was hovering over the girl. The moment she entered the position she realized it was a bad idea, but she wasn't going to look stupid and stand back up now. "Now that you're cussing it's definitely not happening. Do you have to make this more difficult than it already is?"
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Post by KENNEDY, michaela.} on Jul 15, 2009 22:50:36 GMT -8
oh what the hell she says,
i just can't win for losing
Michaela was getting tired of this, what the hell did she do to her? Nothing, they made out. They had been drinking, they had masks on... THEY DIDN'T KNOW! It wasn't her fault, she sure as hell wouldn't have done it if she knew this is how it would have turned out with them. Yeah, Olivia was hot, but she wasn't worth this much drama. Even if they were cool with it, there was a lot of problems standing in their way. One she was a teacher and Michaela was a student, neither were really openly lesbian, and Michaela had a fiance at the moment. But maybe that's what made her ache for Olivia, everything about them would be dangerous and forbidden. That's hot, as Paris Hilton would say.
But that wasn't going to happen with her and Olivia, she could see that now. When she came over to hover over her Chaela couldn't take it, she turned her legs and stood up. She just really hoped she wouldn't be bleeding. Glancing at the seat, she saw that she was clean, then she glared back at the blonde. "I'm not doing anything," she snapped, grabbing her purse out from under her arms. "I'm just trying to go to the bathroom, serve the time for this, and get away from you," she said pointing her finger in the blonde's face. "You're the one making it flipping difficult, but how about I make your life easier? I'll just walk out of here and use the bathroom because I need to and you don't have to deal with me because you can call the Dean, Ms. Chestnut!" She yelled, swinging the bag on her shoulder and walking quickly out the door and to the bathroom. She could feel the blood beginning to trickle down her leg. She got into the bathroom finally and into the stall, slamming it after she went in.
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Post by OLIVIA.{c h e s t n u t} on Jul 15, 2009 23:41:00 GMT -8
when i get that feeling...
i need anger management healing
Olivia threw up her hands in exasperation while the teen stormed off to the bathroom. Are you kidding me? She started to go after her, but stopped outside of the bathroom. That wasn't the best idea. She turned around and walked back to the classroom, leaving the door cracked so Chaela could get back in. With a groan she picked up the phone and started to dial the dean's office then stopped. She could easily turn this situation in her favor, but then what if the possible minor got pissed enough to mention something to the dean? Why does she have to be so difficult? All Olivia wanted was some respect(and a little release, but she wasn't going to go there). Maybe this was just the way she treated all of her teachers. Just keep telling yourself that.
She sat down at her desk and leant back on the chair legs so she could prop her feet up on the desk's surface. Her teeth grit against each other as she waited for the brunette to get back, already planning how to come out on top without fighting too much more. Yeah right.
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Post by KENNEDY, michaela.} on Jul 15, 2009 23:56:19 GMT -8
oh what the hell she says,
i just can't win for losing
Once she was finished up in the bathroom and changed her panties, she washed her hands and fixed her hair quickly before heading out of the bathroom. She looked for the blonde, but obviously she hadn't followed her, she must have just called the dean. Michaela hesistated to go ahead and go to the office, but what if she hadn't called? She then hesistated to go back to dentention, but then she finally walked towards the door. Walking into the door, she looked over to Olivia, who wasn't on the phone, but looked pissed. The brunette was going to apologize, but that wasn't going to happen now. She made sure she slammed the door after she was in, walking over to her desk and plopping down into it with a little less maturity then she had. Glaring out of the window, she was planning on ignoring Olivia if she spoke.
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Post by OLIVIA.{c h e s t n u t} on Jul 16, 2009 13:00:24 GMT -8
when i get that feeling...
i need anger management healing
Green eyes locked onto the brunette and narrowed when she caught the unhidden attitude as she dropped into the chair. She put her elbow on the armchair of her seat and leaned on her hand, nails digging into her scalp before she started to tap them. In a soft, steady voice she murmured loud enough for the other girl to hear, "I'm already sick of your bratty, closetcase ass and I know you don't want to be here anymore than I do, but you're the one that screwed up and got detention. So show me a little respect, shut the hell up, and sit there. You don't have permission to leave for another hour and a half. If you leave again I will call the dean."
She sat rigid still, staring at the brunette, determined to instill some sense of authoritive presence. Kind of hard to do that when she's already had the authority of taking over your body.
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Post by KENNEDY, michaela.} on Jul 16, 2009 13:48:59 GMT -8
oh what the hell she says,
i just can't win for losing
Crossing her legs under her desk, she examined her chipped black nail polish as she sat there not looking at Olivia. She could feel her staring though, which was making her uncomfortable. As she spoke, her sapphire gaze flickered over to her. Straightening up in her chair, she glared after she finished. "I don't remember hearing about you being a lesbian and how you act, I don't think many people do know that you are. Maybe you shouldn't be such a hypocrite and mind youre own business." Even if she wasn't that much in Michaela's business, she still felt like she should throw it in there for future reference. "But whatever," she said looking away from her and laying her head back down on her desk.
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Post by OLIVIA.{c h e s t n u t} on Jul 16, 2009 14:54:22 GMT -8
when i get that feeling...
i need anger management healing
When the younger girl replied Olivia let her head fall back against the back of the chair... which almost threw off the balance of everything. She quickly jerked forward and took her feet down so the object was set firmly back on the ground. Playing it off as best as she could without looking like a complete idiot, she decided she really didn't like this girl. She was never this flustered around people. One make-out session and it was all shot to hell. What would two do? This is getting ridiculous. She really hoped Michaela stayed out of trouble for the rest of the year - then there would be absolutely no reason for them to run into each other. At all. It wasn't the fact that she had made out with her, so much as it was that she had made out with a female student at an all-girls school where she could easily lose her job under such accusations and she was such a big horndog that she was probably willing to do it again if she had a drink.
She rolled her eyes and laid her own head down on her desk. "You grew up and I don't think I like it," she muttered, not sure whether it was loud enough for the other girl to hear and not really caring if it was.
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Post by KENNEDY, michaela.} on Jul 16, 2009 15:15:10 GMT -8
oh what the hell she says,
i just can't win for losing
A soft sigh left the brunette's lips as she stared out through the window for the longest time until the noise of something shuffling in bedding caught her attention. She picked her head up, looking at the blonde who had her head down, then looked towards where the noise had came. There were the two cutest guinea pigs ever. She hesitated to ask her, but knew she'd say no. Michaela slipped her flipflops off and then quietly got out of her seat. Tiptoeing over to the lab station, she turned and pulled herself up to sit beside the cage. Giving one more glance to Olivia, she opened the cage slowly and picked up the one with the dark face. She scooted back on the counter and crossed her legs indian style, setting the guinea in her lap. She stroked its head softly as it made some weird squeaking noise. Biting her lip, she watched the other one as it played in the cage.
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Post by OLIVIA.{c h e s t n u t} on Jul 16, 2009 17:44:41 GMT -8
when i get that feeling...
i need anger management healing
She stayed with her eyes closed on her desk for awhile, coming close to falling asleep. It wasn't until she realized that it had been quiet for way too long that she sat up with a start. She groaned and stretched while she looked around the room. When she didn't see Michaela in her seat she felt a bit of dread run down her spine. Did she really have to call the dean? But then she spotted her sitting up on the counter with Ben in her lap. She smiled to herself at the sight - students were always fascinated by the animals in her room. There weren't many, just the two guinea pigs and an albino ball python. Not many had the nerve to actually take them out though, but she didn't mind.
"There's some celery in the drawer underneath the cage. A hamster ball too. Feel free." Which reminded her that Kellog the ball python was probably pretty hungry by now. She had fed her on the first day of school to make her students squirm, but she hadn't had anything since. She hummed the death song in her head while she walked over to a small cabinet and unlocked it. Squeaking filled her ears and she took out the small cage. Two small mice - just enough. She'd have to go stock up soon. Curling up her nose, she grabbed the two squeakers by the tail and walked over to the albino's cage. She took off the top and lifted up the log that Kellog had retreated to as she waited hungrily the past few days. The snake hissed, cranky from the neglect, and Olivia waved the two mice above her. "Hungry, Kellog?"
She dropped the two rodents on top of the snake and they scurried in different directions. Kellog took her time in finding the first victim so Olivia left her to it. She put the top back on and glanced over at Michaela. Maybe after she ate she could be a jerk and take out the reptile when she was less cranky. Good way to test if Chaela was a screamer. She walked back over to the brunette and took off the top of the bigger squeaker's cage. She checked the food and water, but they were at acceptable standards. So she grabbed Jerry and held him up to her face. "Hey boo," she cooed and gave him a peck on the nose before closing back up the cage. She held up a rock before putting it back down, "Make sure you put this on top when you're done. They're escape artists."
Hah. Now if that wasn't teacherly she didn't know what was. Oh just shut up.
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