Bad Teacher

Erica Allen

Age: 17
Gender:
Gang: The Invisibles
Appearance: Erica is a tall, fit, beautiful, blonde chick. Her hair is a long, wavy, and light blonde with highlights. She has sharp ice green eyes that seem like they bore into your soul. She's very skinny, but it's all muscle. She stands at 5' 5" and always has some sort of smile on her face whether it be mischievous or actually happiness.
Description: She doesn't care much about looks, normally just throwing a brush through her hair before going on with her day. She's very tomboyish and mischievous. She loves to hang with the guys, tossing a football around or just chilling. Shes pretty laid back, but a strong believer in 'girls can do anything guys can do' and when someone says she can't do something she will do everything she can to prove them wrong. She can normally be found at a motorcycle shop, home, or with her gang.
Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Family: Her gang she considers her family
Pets: none
Vehicle: Varying array of motorcycles.
Theme Song: Broken Heels Alexandra Burke

Somthorn Peyton

Somthorn is a Thai first name, so he often goes by Kevin. He is half British/half Thai. Teaches: Foreign language-Thai

Roy Shaw

Age: 16
Gender: Male
Gang: The Vipers
Appearance: Roy is the second youngest guy in a gang. he stands pretty short at 5' 4". He has semi-long chestnut. colored hair, which is not kept very well, normally just flipped to one side. He has light blue eyes that always seem to be hiding something and a sly smile to go along with it. He's a somewhat scrawny kid who needs to build up muscle.
Description: Roy is a set minded person. He likes things done his way, if he has to leave from a usual routine it can cause him discomfort. He is also a very protective person, he learned boxing when he was younger to protect his little sister, and it carried on to the people he cares about in his present life. He tends to be mysterious, not telling people a lot about him, or letting them learn about him. He is a very caring person when someone breaks through his hard exterior and will protect someone with his life.
Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Family: Ricky is considered family
Pets: A kitten named sophie
Vehicle: none
Theme Song: How To Save A Life The Fray

Hattie Lindon

Teaches- Art

It was the first day of school, no one enjoyed it. The teachers had to spend ninety minutes explaining rules and procedures for their classrooms. The students and to spend their entire day listening to the same things over and over again. It was Roy's third block when he finally decided to show up, getting an unexcused note from the office he strolled into Ms. Lindons's class, nonchalant walking up to her desk and dropping the note. Roy wore simple black jeans, a white tee shirt, with a denim vest. He looked down at his teacher and gave her a slight grin as he ran a hand through his slicked hair. When he did the tattoo of a viper showed on his forearm. But he didn't care, everyone knew that, everyone knew him in school. The only thing not everyone knew about was why he acted like he did, and that's because of his abusive father. Roy stood by her desk, waiting for his teacher to tell him where he was to sit, after just dropping the note to her.

Erica didn't want to take a foreign language. But it was a requirement for graduation, so when she took Thai she figured it would be quick and over with. She had really rather not been in the class, so when third block came around she strolled into class with a small folder and sat in the back corner. Scrubbing into the notebook she had. Nothing useful, just doodles she did to keep distracted. She glanced up at her teacher and paused a moment. 'Damn, he's hot.' She thought to herself.

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It was the first day of Hattie's fifth year as a high school art teacher. The first year she had taught had been hell, the second much more relaxed, the third went by well with a few problems here and there, and the fourth had been the same as the third. Now, for year five, she was more confident than ever. She had some experience, and she felt that she was almost able to handle just about anything. For she had learned alot in the past 4 years. Not to mention, how all the other teachers had already told her that the fifth year was when things started to get easier. Yes, this year was going to be a piece of cake.

Third period was starting, and she sat at her desk, watching all of the students file in. She was real liberal when it came to seating. She believed in being a free spirit, so she wasn't going to assign seats. Not unless, she ended up having to seperate people due to conflicts or issues.

Soon, the late bell rang. One last student had came in and dropped a note on her desk. She looked at it. Unexcused. "So..." she said, reading the note, "Mr. Shaw, is it? Well, this is your first tardy in this class. I do not tolerate tardiness. Come here during your lunch period; you have lunch detention." She put the note in the trash. "Sit wherever there's an available spot," she instructed.

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Somthorn was fidgeting constantly in between classes, trying his best to get everything just right. Everything had to be perfect. This was his big chance; finally, finally after all the hard work he'd done, he was an actual teacher. He had been interested in the teaching field ever since he could remember. Even when he was a kid, and adults would ask him "What do you want to be when you grow up?", the answer was always the same: "A teacher." Well, except that one time when he said he wanted to be a dinosaur, but, come on, he was only 4 at the time.

But, now, now that it was actually happening for real...it wasn't exactly what he had expected. Instead of being calm and cool and collected like he had planned on being, he was an absolute nervous mess. His palms were sweaty, he had knots in his stomach, and he ended up stuttering every now and again. "Maybe it's just the first day jitters," he thought to himself, "I'm sure things will get better later on."

Also, he had kind of made this promise to himself over the summer; he told himself that he was going to be the 'cool teacher'. All the kids would like him, and treat him as if he was one of them, and come to him for advice and stuff. But, right now...that wasn't exactly the case. His first period class was pretty much dead. None of the kids even talked, or paid attention. They all just sat there with a zombified look on their face. Maybe they were just tired, he figured. Then, during the middle of class, a kid spoke up and said "Your class sucks," which led to a bunch of nods coming from the other kids. Second class was even worse. The kids were all loud, talking over him, and not paying attention at all. He tried to get them to settle down, but after a few failed attempts, he gave up and retreated to his desk.

Now, third class was starting. As he watched the students come in take their seats, he hoped this class would be a bit better. The bell rand and everyone sat down. He swallowed before saying in his British accent, "Um...hello. W-welcome to your foreign language class." He cleared his throat nervously before continuing, "My name is-" he pointed to where he wrote it on the board, "-Mr. Peyton. And, I'm going to teach you all Thai for the year." So far, so good. "Um...why don't we take role call first, so I can learn your names? And, to make this fun, how about you all tell me something about yourselves, as well?" He started calling names, and kids raised their hands when theirs was called, and told him random facts about themselves. "Erica Allen?" he called, coming to her name on the role, "Is there an Erica Allen here?"

[Now I feel bad, I barely typed anything]

Roy rolled his eyes at her response, no way in hell he was gonna do that. He had lunch after this class and that was the only time he wasn't fully under reign of some lose teacher who wanted to control him. Roy moved to the back corner of her classroom and sat, placing his bad on the back of the chair. When she began instructing he didn't even pay attention, he had already pulled out his notebook, and began to doodle in it. Roy had never really cared about school. His mother had left his dad, his sister, and him when he was 8. After that his father became an abusive drunk. That was when Roy learned how to fight, he did everything he could to protect his baby sister, he'd take a belt to the face if it meant to protect her. And that's what is usually cost him. He's randomly come to school with bruises and marks all over his body, but most people thought it was from gang violence, which was what he used as an excuse to hide the fact that his father abused his sister and him. He was terrified to graduate, he couldn't leave his sister alone with that monster.

Erica was hardly paying attention by the time her name was called, but she was used to reacting to her name, so when Mr. Peyton called it, she looked up from her book and raised her hand. "Here Sir." She said, giving him a flirtatious smile. If she had to take this class, she'd have fun with it. And flirting with a teacher? What's more fun than that? She knew what her attractive features were, so Erica knew exactly how to play them to her advantage, to getting this guy to squirm. She had picked up on his nervous jitters and knew she could easily take advantage of that. He would be an easy target. Plus he was the only young male teacher the school had, being a newbie and all.

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[no, don't feel bad. I tend to get overly excited lol.]

Hattie started teaching the class about a few of the different periods in art history. She had instructed the class to take notes, because they'd be tested on this. She looked to the back of the room. She had the feeling she already had a problem student on her hands. "Mr. Shaw," she said suddenly, "Are you taking notes at all?" She went to his desk and saw he was only doodling. He was actually pretty good at drawing. She took the piece of paper out of his notebook. She put it in her pocket. "As nice as these are," she started, "We're not drawing right now. Now, take notes, or else you'll regret it when Friday's test comes." And with that, she went back to the front of the class and began teaching again.

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Somthorn mentally scolded himself the very second the words "She's cute" ran through his mind. No, no, he couldn't be thinking such things. She was a student. And this was his first day of teaching. It was wrong on so many levels, not to mention how could he be even thinking of something like that, something that could get him in trouble, on his first day of all days? Hell, his career would be over before it even started. He shook it off as him simply thinking she was pretty, and nothing more. Swallowing befor he spokes again, he said, "So, would you like to tell us something about yourself." Well, that's what he tried to say. He stumbled clumsily over his words and it came out like, "So, uh...uh...tell me, us! Us, about something yourself...I mean, about yourself something." Well, damn, that couldn't have been more embarrassing.

Roy frowned when she took his drawings from him. Believe it or not they actually meant something to him. He began writing again, acting like he was writing notes. But he was really just scribbling the most random words onto the paper. Roy was watching Hattie as she spoke, every so often. He was trying to be upset with his teacher, but damn was she attractive. At the though he chuckled softly and bit his lip, looking down and shaking his head. It was a stupid thought, but he couldn't satay mad.

Erica raised an eyebrow and a grin spread across her face when she heard the cute teacher stutter. Maybe he was just cute, but the nervousness made him cute. She bit her lip as she tried to think about something she could say that wouldn't make her look like the idiot now, and wasn't illegal. Because she couldn't talk about her gang in class. She shrugged her shoulders and answered. "Well I have a motorcycle that I restored myself." She said and shrugged, running her tongue along her lips.

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Soon, the bell for the end of class rang. "Mr. Shaw," she said, going over to her desk, "Come here please." She motioned for him to come over. As soon as everyone was gone, and it was just the two of them, she looked at him and said, "These are really good," pulling out the piece of paper that he had doodled on, "Is art something you are interested in for an actual career? If not, you should consider it." She handed him back the piece of paper. "Now, go get your lunch and come back for you detention, okay?"

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"Wow," Somthorn thought to himself, "That was pretty impressive." "Okay," he said, pretending not to be to interested. He continued with the role call and then started teaching class. "Now, Thai is actually a very hard language to learn, but don't worry. I'll be here to help you all the way. Sentence structure is very different, but you'll'get used to it.," he said, "Now let's learn the basics. How to say 'Hello". For boys, it's 'Sawadee Khrap.' For ladies, it's 'Sawadee Ka.' It's a standard greeting, and can also used to mean, 'Good morning, good evening, good afternoon, good night, or goodbye.' He Then preceded to show them the Thai Wai, the gesture that Thai people use to greet. "'Khop Kun Khrap'" is how men say 'thank you'; it's 'Khop Kun Ka' for women. Now, let's practice saying Sawdee Khrap and ka and Khop Kun Khrap and ka". He told the class.

Roy had walked over to Hattie after she called him over. He took his drawings and stuffed them into his pocket, he didn't say anything as he trudged out to the cafeteria and got his lunch. He got his tray of food before heading back other classroom, he didn't say a word to his teacher as he sat in the same spot that he had durning class. Roy was determined to not get himself talking to her, she was cute, so he knew he would make a fool of himself. Plus he was supposed to be mad at her, he kept telling himself.as he ate his head was buried in the notebook of doodles, which he continued to draw in as he ate. Though whenever he was sure she wasn't looking over at him, he would glance up and smile slightly as he watched her, burying his head again when her attention was brought back to him.

Most of the class scoffed off his instructions, the few who actually wanted to take the class were eager to practice the new language. Erica was watching her teacher carefully, reading his body language. She wanted to figure out exactly how to get to him. After little while she took off her leather jacket. Now wearing a tight white tank top, which left very little to the imagination. After the bell rang for lunch she grabbed the paper he had handed out and walked over to his desk. Leaning over it as she slid the paper towards him. "Mr. Peyton." She said in a flirtatious voice. "Could you explain this sentence to me?" She asked giving him big puppy dog innocent eyes.

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During lunch break, Hattie didn't do much. She just sat at her desk and read one of her romance novels while eating her salad. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to see that Roy was doodling again. His pictures were nice, but she wondered if they had a deeper meaning to them. His drawings seemed to have an air of sadness to them. She wondered what was the driving force to cause him to draw this way. Roy seemed to be a nice kid, just not the best student. But, maybe, just maybe, she could change that.

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Somthorn could tell that most of the class wasn't interested in what he had to say. Damn, this year was going to be awful, he just felt it. What could he do to make himself more likeable? Well, other than putting an end to his nervous stuttering and bumbling about. Once class was over, he noticed Erica, the cutie, coming over to him. Somthorn did not look at her cleavage, which her shirt displayed promptly, even though he did want to. He looked over at the paper she had handed him. He read it, and started laughing. Heh, that was cute. She had tried to impress him by writing something in Thai, but of course, she didn't know the language well, so it just came out as total nonsense. "Oh, you tried," he said, "But you still have a long, long way to go." He chuckled some more. "It says, 'Pĕd kin khukkī̂ nı welā theī̀yng khụ̄n' or...hehehehe...'The duck eats cookies at midnight.' What is it that you meant to write?"

Roy had glanced up at the wrong time, smiling at Hattie when she was looking at him, big mistake. His head shot down and he tried to act like he want even paying attention, shading in parts of his drawing. Roy reached over to grab the roll on his tray of food, but his elbow hit the small carton of milk, knocking it onto the paper he had on his desk. "Shit!" He pretty much yelled pulling the paper away as quick as he could. But it was already ruined. The pen was leaking now, and the paper was soaked with milk. Roy was pissed about it, he angrily threw out the paper, as well as the rest of his tray before looking around the room for paper towel.s

Erica blushed a bright red color, shaking her head at Somthorn. "Oh no, that definitely wasn't it." She said burying her face in her hands. She was definitely working him, and she had no intent of shopping. She looked up at him and bit her full bottom lip as she gave him a sheepish smile. Before Erica spoke she placed her hand on his upper thigh and leaned forward. "I was trying to say I've got a very cute Thai teacher." She said breathily, grinning playfully at him.

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Hattie saw Roy smile at her. Heh, his smile was adorable. She went back to reading, but soon, she heard him shout a curse word. She was about to repremand him for it, but then she saw why he did it. His drawing had gotten ruined. Hattie went over there with a roll of paper towels and started cleaning up the mess. "It's fine," she said, "It's fine, don't worry."

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Erica's reaction to what he had said was kind of funny. He was still chuckling a little about it. It was all fun and games until he felt Erica's hand on his thigh. He looked down at where her hand was; dangerously close to his crotch. She said he was cute. Oh my God, she was flirting with him! It was flattering, really but, this couldn't happen. So many bad outcomes would come from it. He didn't want to lose his job or anything, so he could not, under any circumstances, have a relationship with a student. His face turned red. "Could you...please remove your hand?" he asked.

Roy was still pissed about his drawing getting ruined, he went over to her when she was and took some paper towels and began to wipe up the milk as well. He was mumbling unintelligible words to himself, and some not so nice words about the milk carton. After a few minutes of that he looked up at Hattie and just watched her clean for a moment. A small smile sliding across his lips. "Thank you." He murmured softly.

Erica pouted at Somthorn, sliding her hand down to his knee. "I'm sorry." She purred and gave him another cheeky smile. She was really trying to flirt and get her point across. Yea it was to mess with the newbie. But hey, he was cute too. So if anything came from it, she would certainly be fine with it. "Well." She said and giggled. "Could you help me say that then?" She asked her eyes beaming at him.

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"It's fine," she said, "everything's okay. Don't worry about it." She returned to her desk and continued what she was doing, but only for a little while. "What got you into drawing, if you don't mind me asking," she said, "You art style is well...interesting to say the least." She drummed her fingers against the desk. "What do your drawings mean?"

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The fact that Erica moved her hand didn't make the situation that much better. This just couldn't happen. No, no way. This was his first day. He was not gonna mess it up. "I..." he cleared his throat, "I have to go to the restroom. Excuse me." He dashed out of the class, face as red as a beet. Ugh, why was everything like this? WHy did he find a student attractive? Why was he letting her toy with him? And most of all, why was he letting his nerves get the best of him today, making him act like a total nerd? He usually wasn't like this.

Roy glanced up when she asked about his drawings, bringing his shoulders to a shrug. "I dunno." He mumbled, once it was cleaned up he sat back down and pulled out his notebook, flipping through the pagers to find a drawing to work on. This one was a happier picture, it was of a park with a girl on a swing and her brother pushing him. He didnt look up from his drawing as he began to work on it, but answering her. "I just like to draw, because you can do anything. And they just mean stuff." He mumbled chewing on his lower lip.

Erica frowned softly when he ran off, she didn't wanna scare the new teacher. She was slightly upset. But left a paper with her number written on it, telling him she thought he was cute and that he should call. Erica also purposely left her jacket in his class. Hopes get Somthorn would return it to her personally. After that she went to her lunch.

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Hattie watched as he worked on the new drawing. She went over to him. "That one's real nice," she said, peering at the paper, "What's that one about?" Just then the bell for the end of lunch period rang. "Oh, you should probably get going before my next class shows up," she said, "Don't show up late tomorrow, or you'll have to come here again." It was hard to teach when her next class started. All she could think of was Roy. He was fascinating. So strange. He seemed kind of hard and cold, but that picture...of the girl of the swings, it was so nice. He was gonna be a tough nut to crack.

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When Somthorn came back to the classroom, the first thing he noticed was the leather jacket. "Damn," he said, "She left her..." His attention fell upon the note. He picked it up and read it. It had her phone number on it. Well damn. He let out a heavy sigh. Geeze, what the hell was he about to get himself into?

The rest of his classes went by okay. Not compeletely smoothly, but a lot better than the others. The last bell of the day rang and all the kids left the classroom. He had to go to a first day of school faculty meeting, which was boring as all hell. After that, he returned to his classroom. The room was a mess from kids throwing trash and paper planes at each other. He started to tidy everything up. After he did that, he worked on his planning for the next day. Once all of that was done, he could finally go home. He looked at that note again. He decided to give Erica a call. When she answered he said, "Hey, it's Kevin, I mean, Somthorn, I mean...Mr. Peyton." He rolled his eyes at his own dorkiness. "I got your note. I mean, but you probably already knew that seeing as I called and all. Listen, you left your jacket here. I could come over and give it to you."

Roy didn't answer before he went to his next class, math. He hated that class most of all. It was boring, and he didn't understand one bit of it. The next day he went through his first two classes without a problem,purposely being late to Hattie's class. When he walked over to her desk and dropped the note again he gave a small smile, quickly smothering it with a scowl. Then made his way to the back where his seat was.

Erica was at her house relaxing when Somthorn called. She hadnt actually expected him to call, so when he did she got pretty excited, it showed in her voice. "Oh damn, I knew I left it in school. I'd love it if you could bring it to me." She said and paused biting her lip. "I like at 33 Oak Street, it's a blue apartment." She said to help him get there. She knew he was nervous and fidgety, so she figured she had to be clearin instructions.

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For the next two days, Hattie noticed that Roy still came late to her class. Funny, if she didn't know better, judging by that smile of his, she'd say he was doing it on purpose. But...why? Was their a particular reason he wanted to go to her class during lunch? Well, at least she got to look at more of his interesting drawings. On the third day, after lunch period had ended, before Roy got a chance to leave the class, Hattie said, "You know if you want to come here during lunch, you can. You don't have to get detention on purpose, you know."

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Somthorn agreed to bring it to her. The whole time he was driving, he kept saying, "What are you getting yourself into?" in his mind. This was weird; he shouldn't be doing this, and he knew that. For some reason, though, he couldn't control himself. Every time he would considering turning back, he kept on driving. It was like she was a magnet, pulling him. Finally, he arrived there. He got out and knocked on the door.

Roy glanced up when she smoke, he had his drawings in one hand his bag in the other, Roy did his best to hide the smile on his face. He waved to Hattie before disappearing this math class for the last block of the day. After the last bell rang Roy quickly made his way through the school. Downstairs to Hattie's room. He walked in and bit his lip, looking down at his shoes. "Ms.Lindon." He mumbled and looked up at her trying to smother his smile. "Could I stay here to work on stuff until you leave?" He asked and clutched his bag of papers to his chest.

Erica had gotten into some booty shorts and a crop top while she eagerly awaited Somthorn's arrival. When she heard the knock Erica hopped up excitedly, making her way to the door. She opened it and gave him a. Huge smile. "Hey cutie." She purred and grabbed his hand, gently pulling him inside and shutting the door behind him. "I'm so glad to see you." She said and hugged him close to her.

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Hattie smiled as Roy waved to her before going to his next class. "Aw, cute," she thought. When school ended, she was working on some lesson plans for the next day. "Well, well, well," she said when Roy entered the room, "What brings you here?" She was shocked by his question. Why did he want to stay there after school with her? It was suspicious, but she figured she wouldn't ask. "Sure," she said, smiling, "As long as your folks are okay with it."

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"What?" Somthorn asked as Erica grabbed him and pulled him in. It was official, he realized that Erica wasn't going to let him go so easily. His eyes widened when she hugged him. "Erica, please," he said in his thick, sexy British accent, "I don't know what you're up to, but it isn't okay." He gently pried her off of him. "Listen," he started, grabbing her shoulders, "You think I'm cute, or whatever, I get it. But, I am your teacher, and you are a student. I'm 25 years old. You should be hanging out with boys your own age, not trying to flirt with grown men like me."

Roy shrugged his shoulders. "My dad doesn't care." He murmured and walked over to the desk closest to hers, sliding into it he pulled out his papers and looked through them, trying to find the one he wanted to work on. Roy occasionally stole glances at Hattie, but tried to hide it. When he finally got the paper he wanted he began to work on it.

Erica pouted at Somthorn as he spoke. Her hands moving up so that they were resting on his shoulders as well. "My parents age gap is ten years." She murmured. "I don't really care that you're twenty five, I'm seventeen, eighteen in two months." She said and smiled flirtatiously at him, her hands sliding down his sides until they dropped off of him. "As for the teacher part, nobody need to know." She said and grinned winking.

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