Beyond Love

Reminder

A/N: Oh dear me this chapter is long. Recently I've been doing myself the deed of hiding my word count. You guys should try that :> It magically increases your speed and capacity for writing HAHAHAHAHA. Hope you enjoy <3 

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"Miss Rowanda," Xander and I were following the lady who addressed us when I noticed that unfamiliar faces were waving at me. Were they from another class? I've never taught them before...

"Angela's fine," the lady—um, Angela—interrupted my husband to say. "This way please. It won't take long."

Anxious, I tugged at Xander's sleeve and signed for him to lean closer. "Who is she? Are we in trouble?"

"Angel," he laughed low, "we're not highschoolers anymore. They aren't going to give us demerit points. Let them find their faults, I bet it's nothing big—probably something about being too nice to the students...which I'm sure you're guilty of doing," he teased with a wink and I poked his elbow in return.

"Well! But, I-I mean...she looks scary."

"She's the discipline mistress, Angel. What do you expect?" But what would the discipline mistress want from us?

Miss Rowanda turned around all of a sudden, as though she had overheard our private conversation. "Not exactly the time for secrets, Mr. Honeycutt, Mr. Jaxon. Please refrain from your...intimate conversations in the campus." Then she turned back and continued along the second floor of the building.

I froze, turning to Xander anxiously. "Told you we're in trouble."

"For what, exactly?" Xander was being difficult as usual, frowning at Miss Rowanda's back as though wondering what her problem was. "We're the ones doing them a fucking favour by filling in their unethusiastic teachers all the time."

"Xan!"

He gave in with a sigh as soon as he saw my very scary glare (I've tried practicing in front of the mirror lately, and I mean personally, it scares me so) and decided to cut down on the course language. "I'll be nice. Try to, be."

Miss Rowanda stopped infront of conference room number two and knocked sharply on the door. There was the faint sound of someone asking us to come in before she opened the door and gestured for us to enter. "Go ahead."

To Xander and my surprise, or so I assume, three members of the school commitee were present, apart from Miss Rowanda herself. "Morning Mr. Jaxon, Mr. Honeycutt. Have a seat, first period will begin soon so let us cut to the chase—since Mr. Honeycutt over here has a class."

I panicked as soon as I recognized the one who spoke. He was the vice-principal, or um, the deputy headmaster. The other two, I wasn't quite familiar with but they looked really important so I knew this wasn't going to be good for the heart. Not with the heavy mood in the room, and certainly not with the stern faces around the conference table.

"Mr. Jaxon and Mr. Honeycutt, you two are...married to each other, yes?" The deputy headmaster began as soon as we sat.

"Yes," Xander responded without hesitation, looking him straight in the eye. "Has this have to do with anything?"

"Unfortunately yes," he went on with a frown, glancing at a translucent folder one of the other members handed to him. "I assure you that the school is not religiously inclined in any manner, or against any sort of...special groups, but it has come to my attention that a parent of one our students has filed a complaint regarding your, uh. Marital status."