Teacher's Pet

CH 1

I walk through the air-conditioned halls of my new highschool, hugging my flannel to my body. Technically it's my girlfriend's, but she gave it to me for the day. What class do I have first? Oh. Right. English. I sigh, adjusting my backpack before walking to English class. I shake my head, knowing my Russian ass will fail miserably at it. Welp, life on easy mode is boring. Being a bisexual Russian means I'm on extra-hard mode. (like me for ur mom)

I open the door, half expecting to just be laughed at by everyone.

Instead, its empty, aside from a woman with blonde hair, pulled to a loose ponytail atop her head. She looks hot, I won't deny. Fuck. This isn't easy mode, Katya. I remind myself.

The woman looks up at me, and smiles.

"Priviet!" I quickly say. She looks confused, before laughing. I put on my best American accent before saying "Sorry, I mean hi." While chuckling a bit. That seems to only spur her on further, seeming to find the situation hilarious. She has a high-pitched, nasally, scream-laugh. If it was done by anyone else, I would've found it annoying.

"I'm sorry!" she finally states, the laughter dying down. "Well, I'm your English teacher. And by the looks of it, you have a lot of catching up to do. Youre... Russian? I assume?"

"Da!" I loudly call out, before realizing my mistake again. She laughs again, and this time I join her.

"I'll take that as a yes, then."

I nod, confirming.

"So what's your name, mystery Russian girl?"

"Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova. But you can just call me Katya." She stares at me, blinking a few times.

"Katya. Alright. Take any seat you want, you're the first student of the day." She gestures to the rows of empty seats. "Oh! I almost forgot! I'm Ms. Mattel!" Ms. Mattel. Fitting. She looks like a barbie doll. Or, more of a lovechild from Barbie and Monster High. Not that it's a bad thing. I like it.

I take a seat in the back, throwing my bag down next to me. I pull out my notebook and review the English I already know. I know enough to have standard conversations, but my default is Russian. We have a lot of work to do here.

I get a double-vibration from my phone, meaning my girlfriend texted me. I set a special vibration for her so I can just ignore the rest and know when she says something.

Hey baby! Can I come by after school? Can't study at my place.

Of course, doll. Meet me in the lobby downstairs.

I put my phone back in my pocket, before doodling a couple flowers.

The students start pouring in, and Ms. Mattel begins the lesson. I zone out, focusing on the doodles. I decide to sketch out my can of redbull sitting in front of me. I'm quite good at sketching objects, but not people. People are too difficult. And boring.

"Katya!" Ms. Mattel calls out. I look up. "Can you tell me how English phonetics are different from other languages?" She asks.

"Well," I start, "English phonetics suck. Horribly. In the Russian language, there are 36 letters, each with different sounds. Unlike the English language where each vowel has several different pronunciations, more letters allow for phonetics. Which means it's easier to read and write." I explain.

"Hit the nail on the head. Good job." Ms. Mattel praises.

The rest of the day goes by rather uneventfully.

I meet up with my girlfriend downstairs in my apartment. We kiss before I check the mail and head for the elevator. I press the button for the 4th floor, and we walk to my unit.