Whataya Want From Me | Closed.

Brian was sitting at his desk in his classroom, grading papers when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up, smiling when he saw one of his students on the other side. "Come in!" he called. She walked in, shutting the door and made her way over to the desk. She handed him her make-up test from being out last Friday, smiling sweetly at him. It was Georgia Jenkins, one of the popular girls in school, and she was always flirting with him. He tried to ignore it, but sometimes she got a little too close for comfort. "Thank you, Georgia." He set the paper aside, expecting her to leave. But she didn't. She stood there, the air around them awkward. He looked up at her. "Did you need something else?"

"I was wondering if there was anything I could do for extra credit," Georgia said, smirking at him.

Brian raised an eyebrow. "I don't have any assignments for extra credit right now," he said. "But I'm sure if you did fine on this test, you won't need it."

Georgia walked around the desk, touching his shoulder. "Not that kind of extra credit," she said.

Brian cleared his throat, standing up and looking down at her. "I think you should go," he said.

Catrina walked into the English building of her high school, just wishing she could be off campus already. Of course she had to hand in some assignments she had been given to complete while she was out sick with pneumonia and the last person on her list was her English teach Mr.Haner. She walked into the classroom, eyeing Georgina practically trying to straddle Mr.Haner's lap. "Careful puta if Coach Pierce finds out you're spreading his STDs around he won't be happy with you," she stated.

Brian looked over at Catrina, biting his lip. Although this was awkward and embarrassing, he was kind of glad that she'd come in at just the right time. Any longer and Georgia probably would have tried to touch him even more, and that would have turned out to be a bad situation. The blonde glared at Catrina, rolling her eyes. "You don't know anything, Latina wannabe," she hissed, shoving past her and walking out of the classroom.

Brian sighed softly. "Thanks for that," he mumbled.

"I am a Latina you fucking cunt," Catrina snapped. She knew she looked like a weda because her dad had German in him but he had been born and raised in Mexico before he moved to Southern California and married her mother. She looked at her teacher and handed him her paper and the few assignments she had missed. "The doctor's note stating why I was gone is on top," she mumbled. "If I missed anything let me know and I'll have it done yet the end of the week."

Brian nodded his head. He set the papers aside and reached in his desk, pulling a folder out that he'd compiled containing some study guides and work sheets. He handed the folder to her. "Oh, also," he said, walking across the room to the back cabinet. He pulled out the book the class was currently reading, A Farewell To Arms, and handed it to her. "We're up to chapter five right now, but you could always read ahead if you wanted."

Catrina gave Mr.Haner a small smile and nodded. "Thank Mr. Haner," she mumbled. "You were honestly the easiest teacher to deal with after I got sick." She took the book from his tattooed hands and put it into her backpack. She definitely planned on taking his advice and planned on reading ahead.

Brian chuckled softly. "I'll take that as a compliment," he said. "Also, if you can't get it all done by the end of the week, don't worry about it. Just make sure you get it to me sometime this month." He was a pretty lenient teacher, as long as his students didn't take advantage of him. He knew when teachers cracked down on students and gave them a ton of homework, they had less time to actually learn the content because they spent more time trying to get the work done. So he didn't give very much homework, mostly study guides and worksheets that were just fill-in-the-blank.

Catrina smiled at Mr. Haner, thanking him again before he left the classroom. She walked out to the parking lot, pulling out the car keys and unlocked the car door. Catrina was honestly just happy she got to go home now because of just how long of a day it had been. Georgia and her blonde bimbos had been extra annoying that day and it had taken everything in her not to murder them.

Brian sat back down and continued grading papers, humming softly to himself. He was torn out of his thoughts when he heard a commotion going on outside. He quickly got up and walked over to the window, looking out and seeing Georgia yelling at Catrina. He frowned and made his way outside, stopping when he saw Georgia start throwing punches. "Stop it!" he shouted.

Catrina managed to get in a few punches of her own before the fight was broken up. The darked haired teen was far from ready for the fight to be over. "The only reason you even got a single punch in is because your cunt friend got involved," she hissed. She threw another punch, managing to get Georgia straight in the nose before she walked back over to her car, spitting in the pavement on the way over. She was pretty sure her bottom lip was split open now.

Brian frowned and walked over to Catrina. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking at her lip. "Ah, that looks really bad. You should probably go to the hospital." He wasn't sure, but it looked like she might need a stitch or two.

"I'll be fine," Catrina mumbled. "I just need to clean it up and out a one of those stupid butterfly banaids on and I'll be good." She had several family members that worked in the medical field so she knew enough to know how to clean herself up after a fight.

"Are you sure?" Brian asked. "I think you might need stitches." Georgia must have hit her pretty hard or she was wearing a ring or something. Or maybe one of her fake nails cut through Catrina's lip. Either way, it looked awful. "I can give you a ride."

"Let me call my cousin to pick up my car," Catrina mumbled. "If I leave it here I know that bitch will key it or something."

Brian nodded his head. "I'll be right back," he said. He went back into his classroom and gathered all the things he needed before he walked back out. He smiled at Catrina, leading her to his car. He didn't usually do things like this, but he felt like it was his responsibility since he'd witnessed it happen.

Catrina called her cousin, making sure he pulled up with his friends before she let Mr. Haner take her to get cleaned up.

Brian unlocked the doors so she could get in, climbing in the driver's side and shutting the door. He started the engine, putting all his things in the back before looking over at Catrina. "I have some napkins in the center console," he said.

Catrina took a napkin out and placed it on her lip on her lip where she bleeding, wincing in the process because of how much pressure she had used. "How bad do I look," she asked.

"You look like some little bitch hit you," Brian admitted, biting his own lip. He looked at the road, driving to the hospital. "How bad does it hurt?"