MISS LEE'S POV: (TW// MEN)
I watch as the students pour out of my classroom and into the hallways which smell of sweat and cheap perfume. Disgusting! Why did my classroom have to be right next to the school gymn?
My heels tap as i walk up to shut the door and open the windows.
Ahh fresh air.
I turn back to my desk which is currently piled with the weeks off marking i haven't had time to complete.
What! I've been busy okay...so ive been.. Fashionably ignoring it?
My legs feel claustrophobic in this mini pencil skirt and my collar feels strangling. Sometimes i wish the uniform rules were less strict but I'd never take that on with Mrs Barnes the Head Mistress . I don't think any of us would. My feet are busted from the heels although that is technically my fault. There's no rules on footwear other than you can't wear trainers. Suffering is my choice.
I settle in my seat and take a sip of coffee -
which has now gone cold. I look at my watch which reads 4:48pm. After school catch up lessons begin at 4:40pm, that girl is late to my class again. I sigh waiting impatiently. These classes are for those that failed classes last year, a chance for them to redeem themselves and catch up with their peers. She can't do that if she can't turn up i mock silently. I'll have a word with her tomorrow.
I look up to see the tall lean figure that i know too well. Dammit i thought he'd gone home already that's the point of me taking his after school classes. He moves forward into the room in which i smile trying not to look how i feel. Bitter and exhausted.
"Ahh Alexia." he chuckles.
"Logan." i nod passively, looking back at my computer screen, i can't be arsed with him today.
I wish he would leave.
"How are you, no classes tonight?" he questions nodding at the empty classroom.
"Yes actually im just waiting for them now, they will be here any minute" i say trying to sound convincing.
Im lying.
I drag my eyes away from the screen to look at him. His hair is swooped back with what looks like an entire bottle of hair jell. It looks rock hard. I hide a laugh.
"Ahh a pity, i was hoping we would be able to talk, maybe next time." he says disappointed.
I'd rather not.
"Aha yes." i say putting on a fake laugh.
I wait for him to take a hint and leave but instead he walks further into the classroom.
A yawn escapes my mouth which i cover up, im so tired i havent slept properly in weeks.
"Tired?" he smirks.
"You know how it is"
"You may have not slept but you still look beautiful" he says looking for my reaction.
I give him the coldest glare i think I've ever given anyone, and I've had practice from being a teacher with a bunch off daring students.
I look down at my watch. "Ah look at the time, the students will be here now" a hint of passive aggressiveness following my words. I don't want to seem rude but i also wish he would get out.
He smiles playfully and puts his hand on my shoulder making me flinch. I can see his eyes travel towards my chest. Pig!
"See you tomorrow."
"Yes. " i reply looking away.
I hope not.
He walks out of the room and i get up to close the door again. Do people ever close doors behind them any more or? He's been bothering me ever since he started working here two weeks ago. He thinks he's sooo hot and the ladies love him. Wrong. We all want to stab him with our overpriced stiletto heels. But whatever. Since nobody is actually showing up i suppose i can go home early.
The unfilled paperwork on my desk says otherwise. I'll just take it home i need to change and get some air.
• • •
"Hello Barney!!" i exclaim as my overweight cat comes rushing at my feet. I close my front door behind me and bend down to pet his cute fury head. He's my only weakness but other than him, i hate everyone.
Next to the stairs is his food bowl — it's empty.
"Aww you hungry Barns??" i say in a baby voice. He jumps up on his back legs allowing an awkward cuddle. Let me get him some food. I walk into the kitchen hearing Barney's little footsteps closely behind, i haven’t changed yet and my feet kill with every step." Hmmm" i think outloud whilst moving an outdated cereal box out the way. Ooo cheerios, my absolute favourite.
He meows impatiently making me hurry up and stop getting excited over bad cereal. There doesn't seem to be any left in the house, thats weird i swear i just bought some. That's okay i was going to go on a walk anyway, I'll get some on the way back.
"You coming baby?" i say to Barney. He just walks off into the other room. Ouch, he only wants me for food. Well he is forgiven because he's so damn cute.
I walk to the front door to take him on a walk, i never usually use a leash, he just follows me, although it's more me following him. That's gotten me into a lot of tricky situations, therefore i ordered one. Should be here in four days. For now I'll have to deal with dragging him out of stores and apologising to parents that he's pissed off. Naughty cat.
I open the door and wiggle the keys around a bit so he can hear me. Within seconds he's out the door and running down the street. Oh my god. See what i mean?
I speed up so i don't lose him round any corners, keeping up with him when he's hyper is literally cardio. He sleeps all day when im at work so now he's energetic enough to run miles. And im quite the opposite. Im still in this stupid work uniform — will i ever quit complaining about that. No. I wont.
He stops at the end of the road casually waiting for me to catch up. Little shit. Im used to it at this point but running in a tight skirt after a little chubby cat is not only difficult, but also remotely embarrassing. He does it on purpose doesn't he. Hmmm. Not cool.
I catch up and carry him into the corner shop, putting him down by my feet. He meows excitedly, instantly running up to the little fish tank with multicoloured fish and fake coral plants.
"No baby that's not for you." i laugh. The man at the till doesn't even look half amused. Right. Let's make this quick.
⋆⋆⋆ (skip to five minutes ahead)
"Receipt?" the cashier asks boredly.
"No thank you." i smile hoping i wasn't the one who pissed him off. I probably wasn't, he looks just as miserable every time i come here.
I was putting my shopping in the shit paper bags they sell here when Barney ran out of the shop after a butterfly. What is he a fucking dog? Ugh. Im way too tired for this and he should be too hungry for this. Does he want food or not?!
I run down the road with the shopping in my hand, i don't know which way he went so i take a left — I've never been this way before.
Dammit Barney! Do you have to always run off like that? Why couldn't the leash have arrived quicker.
I reach a dead end and decide he's not here, it's when i turn back that i hear i low voice.
"Looking for something ma'am?" a man yells. He does a very slow once over of my body and smirks, starting from my tangled hair and then lingering at my shirt. Then to my legs.
Not today. Not again.
"Nope all good." i say. I try to make my voice sound strong and confident but i end up sounding desperate. He is dressed in posh clothes — a sleek black suit. However he wears it scruffy. He also looks like he's had a few drinks.
"Let me help you Miss." he says dismissing my earlier statement. The one where i politely tell him to fuck off. Yes that one.
"Um that won't be necessary sir, im good without.. really." i say grounded, beginning to get a little uncomfortable. He's still looking at my legs.
"You shouldn't be out here on your own, its cold sweetheart, let me give you a ride?"
He smirks in a predatory way and his words are slightly slurred. Definitely had more than a few drinks.
"Please leave me alone." i say firmly.
Why won't he just get lost? I said no.
"Don't be like that baby im just-"
He turns around quickly to the sound of footsteps behind him. If i saw correctly I'd say he looked scared.
"Lauren."
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