Mr. Maddox Santos

Ch. 2 Aitza Kuman

------->Sam Mibly as Maddox Santos

Ch. 2 Aitza Kuman

Maddox pov

            All I wanted to do when I got home was relax. Kick back in my chair and read a good book. But that went out the window when I walked through the door. My mother, Diwa was yelling at my younger sister, Milli-Anna in the living room. When I stepping into the room, my mother's gaze landed on me.

"You go to Milli-Anna's school Monday!" She said in her thick accent. My mother and father were first generations, fresh off the boat, Filipino-Americans. And I am a second generation, fresh off the boat Filipino-American. We came to the U.S. in 1997 from Cotabato City, a lower class, highly Catholic city in the Philippines. My mother was a short woman, only about 4'10". Her hair was thick and wavy, and her skin was naturally tanned. My mother had sharp eyes and a quick mind. My father was about 5'7", shorter than me by a few inches, his hair greyed from the stress called my mother.

"What? Why?" I was confused. Milli-Anna never caused trouble. She was smart and well-mannered. Her teachers from her last school loved her. What happened?

"She made "F" in history!" My mother shouted at Milli. She then thrusts a paper in my direction. When I looked at the paper, I realized it was Milli's report card. She had "A's" in all of her classes except one. World History. The only subject that she should excel in. I ran a large history/archaeology research group that had its hand in almost every period and country. If she was struggling, she should have come to me.

"Milli, why did you get an F?"

"The teacher doesn't like me." She explained. "I did all my work, everything, but she still failed me." She was on the verge of tears. Milli never cried unless something really bad happened.

"I'll go and sort this out. You stay home Monday, okay?" She nodded at me, and went up to her room, to work on homework like she did every night.

Monday

I sat in the desk of Ms. Aitza Kuman, waiting for the woman to come in. How dare she fail my sister who worked so hard? I had been sitting there for about 10 minutes when I got the signal from Edward, my head guard that she was on her way. I was going over what I would say to this horrible woman when she stepped into the classroom.

But my mind went blank the moment my eyes landed on her.

 She was beautiful.

 She stood only about 5'3' and was skinny, not overly skinny though. Healthy but not curvy. She had this indescribable air about her. She seemed strong willed and caring. Her hair was cut super short in a dark violet pixie that was messily styled. It highlighted her hazel eyes nicely and suited her face. Her nose was small and her soft, pink tinted lips were just the right size. She wore her make-up simple, black liner on her lower lid and mascara on her extremely long lashes. Her lips had a soft pink gloss on them.

 Ms. Kuman wore a pink layered lace top with a black cardigan over it. She complimented it with a pair of black business slacks and black pumps. The slacks and heels made her legs look long but not overly long. It suited her so well.

There was something exotic about her, but I couldn't seem to place it.

 I noticed her staring at me the same way I stared at her, and I laughed little. How unprofessional.

"Ms. Aitza Kuman?" I asked.

"Yes, but who are you, and why are you sitting at my desk?" Her voice was awesome. The little bit of Southern attitude laced in. It was cute.

"I'm Milli-Anna Santos' older brother, Maddox Santos." I replied standing and sticking my hand out in greeting. When she shook my hand, I was shocked at how firm her grip was. Moving aside so she could get situated at her desk, I continued to stare at her. When she bent over to reach into the bottom drawer of a filling cabinet I couldn't help but look at her ass. It was so perfect. Not large, but round and soft looking. The slacks hugged it nicely. I really wanted to squeeze it.

 "If you don't stop staring at my rear end, I'll have to ask you to leave, Mr. Santos." She spoke evenly, shocking me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, um...."

"Apology accepted." She said flatly. Then I noticed a manila folder with my sisters' name on it in big black letters. Placing the folder on her desk, she sat in her chair and looked up at me. "So, I suspect you want to know why your sister failed, correct?"

"That's exactly why I am here. Milli told me she did all her work, but because you dislike her, you failed her." I stated. "I expect teachers to be more professional Ms. Kuman. Even if you dislike my sister, you need to give her the grade she earned."

"That's exactly what I did Mr. Santos. She earned an 'F'."

"Don't lie to me. I know my sister very well. She is very smart and very studious."

"That's where you are wrong, Mr. Santos. Milli-Anna is not studious. I have not received a single assignment from her. See this folder? This is the file that I keep on all the assignments every student turns in. This is Milli's." She then handed me the folder. Opening it, I was shocked to find it empty.

"Why should you keep the assignments of a student you don't like? You could have easily thrown them away."

"No, Mr. Santos, I can't. The principal requires extensive record keeping on every student. For situations just like this."

I was so confused. Why would Milli lie to me?

"What does she do in class then?"

"Paint her nails, sleep, read magazines." Reaching into a drawer, Ms. Kuman pulled out a massive stack of magazines and handed them to me. They were all magazines Milli enjoyed. Looking down at the shipping box, I saw Milli's name.

"You confiscated all of these?" She nodded her head. I was annoyed. Milli lied to me.

"I just want you to know, Mr. Santos, Milli isn't just doing this in my class, but all of her classes. The other teachers are scared of her. And it's your fault. Your power in the world of education scares them. And Milli uses that to her advantage."

After that I thanked Ms. Kuman for her time. I left my card if anything where to happen with Milli again.

On my way home I contemplated how to approach Milli on her lies. All I knew was that I had to keep this from my mother or all hell would break loose.

And I knew was that I needed to see Ms. Aitza Kuman again.

"Aitza..." I really liked her name, so exotic.