*This is a longer chapter*
POV Natasha
I am sitting at my desk. My mind is running off. I didn't tell becks yet about my visit to Will last week, nor did I pass the invitation for past weekend to her. I can't help getting this feeling she will not be happy about it. Would Will know that I am Emma's teacher? He was probably wondering why I came over. Emma must have said something when I left. I don't think William would let It pass. I still don't know why she didn't just come to the door and talk to me. She could've shown her face and tell me everything is good.
The bell rings and my students are walking in. To my surprise, Emma is one of them. She's at school? A smile appears on my face. I try to contain it. She's wearing ripped skinny jeans which show small parts of several tattoos, black and white mid high nikes, an oversized white vintage t-shirt leaving room for her half sleeve to show. It is the first time I can take my time to really look at her. She has her hair up, showing a fine line text tattoo in her neck. And some smaller ones behind her ear. The sentence is interrupted by several silver chains hanging from her neck. One chain is really long, and has a small silver bar on it hanging as low as her stomach. Its the first time I noticed but she has a stretch in her left ear and several piercings in her right ear accompanied by a long feather shaped earring.
Everybody is seated and I start the lesson. occasionally , I look at her and although she isn't really paying attention to the subject matter, she is present. She is drawing again, I don't know why but I let her. normally I would get her into detention. If any other student was doing this, I would lose my shit. I think it helps her. It keeps her calm. When she is drawing, a vibe of serenity and relaxation is hanging around her. Time is almost up so I position myself at the door post and lean against it. As my shoulder touches it, the bell rings. Like usual, the students are almost fleeing the scene. But not Emma. She only notices class is over when someone accidentally hit her desk. She lifts her head and looks around to see everybody leave. I say goodbye to each student passing me. When she comes up and wants to walk out I get in front of her blocking the way out. I look her in the eyes "get a seat Emma" she immediately turns her head down and start to look at my feet.
I lift her head by pushing her chin gently. "Sit down" I order her. She goes over to the first desk, pulls back the chair and takes a seat. She's acting all tough, hanging back in her chair. But I can tell she's a bit nervous. It is kinda cute, seeing through her walls, the badass look and acting up is all just for show. It makes me smile.
"You've missed a very important test yesterday" I start "they told me you were ill" she doesn't respond. She's just staring at me. "Are you better now?" I ask. Her eyes change. They are getting cocky and penetrating. Like she's trying to read my mind or something but telling me to fuck off at the same time. I can't help it but this look is intriguing. It gets to me. It makes me shiver. I can feel things going from my toes up to my head.
"I was sick, but I feel better now. So if you don't mind, I would like to get something to eat" she says. It is the first normal thing I hear her say at school. I know she's lying and I am not letting her get away with it. "What was wrong? Where did you stay?" She looks at me with those same eyes. She licks her lower lip, turns her head away and grins. She runs her hand through her hair and stretches. I can see bruises at her biceps as the sleeves of her obviously way to big shirt are falling down till her shoulder. Her arms are so toned, it is a bit distracting. Damn she's fine. I take a step back to get a better look. She notices me staring at the bruises and lowers her arm immediately.
Her smile disappears and she looks away. I get closer and lower myself, I put my hand on her leg. "You are talking to me, I've seen you outside of school. I can tell you're lying to me." She keeps avoiding my eyes. "And why are you always looking away? I am talking to you, you could at least look at me" because I got closer to her I can see even more bruises and her ripped lip. The side of her cheek is yellow and a bit blue. I replace my hand from her leg to her arm "talk to me, let me help you, what happened?"
She keeps quiet and I can't stand it anymore. Why isn't she just talking. "God damn Emma, stop acting all tough and just tell me already " I yell.
"This is your fault, if you didn't try to help me in the first place this wouldn't happen. You brought me home, you pushed me just like you're doing now"
I am startled. "This happened to you at your house?" She just looks at me, but her eyes are telling me yes. "Who did this to you Emma? Tell me." She jumps up, looking at the grimace her face is pulling, she's in pain doing so. She pushes the chair "just leave me the fuck alone, let it go, I am fine" "you are definitely not fine, I can tell!" I yell back at her. Maybe I should raise my voice. This isn't professional, but something about her makes me forget professionalism and makes me want to help her no matter what.
I sigh and lower my voice as she's walking to the door. "You've to take the test. This Wednesday. You've missed a lot, the test is hard and will count for a fourth of your final grade." She pauses at the door. "I'll stay after school today, and tomorrow as well. Jump in, I'll help you study so you can pass"
I can see her turning her head a bit and opening her mouth to say something, but no words are coming out. She opens the door and gets out.
Bringing her home was the worst idea ever. She needs a stable environment, but she isn't having one at her house and neither is William's place. How am I getting her out of this situation, not even knowing what this situation is exactly. Maybe she just gets in fights a lot.
The day goes by and the last bell rings already. I stay in my classroom as the last students for the day leave. I am alone but not for long. Monica walks in. "Hi, how was your day?" "Hi miss Green, I am fine thank you. How are you?" "Miss green?" She laughs "please, call me Monica. I am not one of your student." She winks at me and gets closer. She places herself leaning on my desk, facing me. "Why are you still here? Shouldn't you get home to a boyfriend?" I smile "no, nobody at home waiting for me."
I can see her enjoying my answer "I am waiting for Emma Jones, I am going to tutor her for the test she has to take Wednesday" Monica rolls her eyes "why even bother, she's barely passing, it is a lost case" I look at her wondering "no such things as lost cases, only lost hope in people. And I refuse to lose hope in my students. I want them to become the best version of themselves. And if it means I need to sacrifice some of my free time, that's what I am willing to do"
"I admire your devotion, you are too good for this school" Monica says as she pulls herself on my desk and puts her feet between my legs on my chair. She leans over, making her blouse fall open a bit and showing me some cleavage. I try to look into her eyes. But she notices and leans in even a bit further. Is she doing this on purpose? I can't help myself and take a glance. She is wearing a black push up bra.
"Uhgrum" we hear someone clearing her throat while knocking on the side of the door. It's Emma. Monica gets up, rolls her eyes at Emma, winks at me and wishes me good luck before leaving the room. She keeps staring at Emma when walking out.
Emma sits down in front of me at a students desk. "Sorry for ruining this romantic moment" she says with a rather irritated tone. I look at her "which romantic moment?" "You're right, she was trying to make you horny" I laugh. "You're seeing ghosts" I see the corners of her lips go up in what looks like a sloppy smile "you've no idea do you? She has a crush on you, she likes girls. And for the moment she really, really likes you." "Why do you think that?"
She continues "you mean besides the fact she was practically undressing you with her eyes and trying to lure you just now? She dated one of my girlfriends. They broke up a couple of days ago. Miss green told her she was falling for someone else. They weren't dating yet and she told her the person she was falling for was possibly not even interested but she wanted to give it a shot and it was someone at work. Taking into account what just happened here, she was definitively talking about you" When Emma is done talking is don't really know how to react. Monica, into me? Was she really flirting with me? "I am not interested" I say. Emma looks at me "because she is a woman or because you're already involved with someone?"
"I'll tell you, if you tell me what happened to you and what is going on in your life" "you don't have to tell me why you're not interested, I am just a student of yours" she says.
"You are a student of mine, so why won't we start with the tutoring?" The words are leaving my mouth without any emotion, but it actually hurts a bit. She only thinks of me as her teacher. I don't know why it hurts, because she is my student. So this is only logical. It is so confusing "You're right, let just get started then" she says rather bitchy. I give it a rest. Emma takes her textbook and a notebook and we start. I try to help her with the subjects and it is going pretty well. She's actually really smart. She rarely asks questions and can answer mine. I wonder if she really needs this. But I am not gonna verify, I enjoy her company, and if she's here with me, I am sure nothing bad is happening to her.
Tutoring is getting to an end as Monica is standing in the door again. She knocks to get my attention. I look up at her. "How is it going in her?" She asks me while her eyes are shooting Emma. Emma looks at me and back at Monica "we're done of the day" she says. She takes har books and pushes them in her backpack while walking out. I see a black book falling out as she leaves. I get up and follow her to say goodbye but when I notice the black book I try to shove it away so Monica doesn't see it. I think it is Emma's sketchbook. The door isn't closed yet when Monica asks me to get dinner together , I can see Emma turn her head right before Monica closes the door.
I try to hide Emma's sketchbook by standing in front of it and push it underneath a desk. "Not today Monica" "come on, you must be starving after all that hard work." "Yeah, but I am to tired. It was a rough weekend, a chaotic day and staying longer to tutor. I am exhausted and just want to get home and get some rest." I can tell by the look on her face that she's disappointed.
"Okey, I'll give you a hand with that and walk you to your car" she points at a pile of papers and books. We dived the pile in two and get to my car. I open up the trunk and we put the stuff in. I get in and we say our goodbyes.