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A Student/Teacher romance. Killian JonesxOC
After her father is arrested in connection with the disappearance of her mother, 17 year old Blaire Nolan has no choice but to be completely...
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Blaire "So. let me get this straight." Jefferson started. "This guy has been messaging you since New years, and threatening to reveal things about you if you don't do exactly what he says?" He asked. "Yeah and I'm pretty sure before me, he was doing the same thing to my mom before he killed her." "Well how do you know its a he?" Jefferson asked. "I don't really, When they call their voice is super distorted, and I think I've actually seen the person but they were wearing a mask, they didn't have a very femine build? That and in the video my mom left on my camera, the person who grabs her has dude arms." I shrugged. "Dude arms?" Jefferson smirked. "Just go with it." I sighed. "Did my mom ever say anything to you about someone bothering her?" I asked. "No, she didn't. She wouldn't have, thats just how she was and I think she passed that on to you. How many people have you told about this guy?" "Just Will, and Emma, and now you." I sighed. "Not even Kass?" "Are you kidding me? If I told Kass about this she would lose her mind and start trying to track him down." "Because..you aren't?" Jefferson asked. "What does this guy have on you anyways?" "Its not just what he has on me, he has things on Emma, and apparently my uncle David too, and the things he has on me...could hurt someone that I love." I said. "We talking family..or?" Jefferson questioned. "Or.." I sighed.
"Wow." Jefferson smiled. "Love, is a big word for you. You always told me you were going to be alone, and maybe have a cat or two." "Well, I do have a cat." I smirked. "So how does what this guy has on you, hurt the person you love?" Jefferson asked. "What he has on me, involves the person I love. He is my secret." I said. "If the wrong people were to find out about us, it could ruin his life." I frowned. "What are you like dating your math teacher or something?" Jefferson chuckled. "History...actually." I said. Jefferson kept laughing, until he realized..I wasn't joking. "Holy shit.. You're serious." Jefferson said and stood up. "I just told you i'm being potentially stalked by the guy that murdered my mother, and THIS is what gets the holy shit reaction??" I asked. "I am really glad your Dad is where he is right now, because he would kill that man." Jefferson said.
"I doubt it. I don't even think he would care." I scoffed. "You don't think so? You remember when you told me about Keith and what he did to you?" "Yeah?" I shrugged. "Your Dad asked me why you had been so upset, and I was so mad after hearing what Keith did, I told him." "You promised me you wouldn't say anything!" I exclaimed. Then I remembered, Keith coming to school with his face all fucked up, and he wouldn't even look at me. "What did he do?" I asked. "He followed him home from school, and beat the shit out of him so trust me when I tell you, if he knew about this, the history teacher would be well...history." Jefferson said. "Well its a good thing he's not going to know." I shrugged. "Even after I graduate when its all out in the open, I don't want him to know. I don't want him to see me, finally happy with my life and snuff it out like he always does." I said. "Understood." Jefferson said. "As long as he treats you like you deserve to be treated and you are actually happy, I'll leave it alone." "He does...and I am really happy with him which is why I think its worth risking so much to protect our secret." I said.
"Does he know about this psycho texting you?" Jefferson asked. "He doesn't yet.. I need to tell him but I don't know how. I don't know how hes going to react." I sighed. "But enough about all of this, we have some serious catching up to do. I didn't even get to say bye to you when I left Oregon." "You're right. What are your plans for the day?" Jefferson asked. "Now? This." I shrugged. "I was either going to go home and rest because I didn't get in until like 2:30 this morning or I was going to pick up a shift at O'Malleys." "Well, theres a vending machine down the hall, I'm going to get some drinks, I brought my old nintendo with me so we can just talk and play Mario like we used to." "Yes! Lets do that." I said. "Its in my bag over there on the table, if you wanna set it up. I'll be right back." Jefferson said and left the room to get drinks.
I walked over to his bag, and opened it, the nintendo was on top so I grabbed it, and the cables and set them on the table. There was a small baggie of gummy candies under the controllers, Jefferson should have known better to hide his candy from me. Gummies were my kryptonite. I opened the bag and grabbed a few of them and popped them in my mouth and went to set up the nintendo.
Jefferson returned shortly, and walked over to the table in the room and put the drinks down. "Hey..Blaire." He said. "Yeah?" I asked and turned from the tv and looked at him. He was holding up the bag of gummy candy. "Did you eat some of these?" He asked. "Yeah. I didn't think you'd mind." I shrugged. "Mmmhm, and...how many did you eat?" Jefferson asked. "I don't know like 3 or 4. What brand are those anyways? They taste kinda wonky." I said. "Oh..boy." Jefferson said and put the bag down and ran his hands over his face. "I'm sorry I didn't think you'd be mad, I used to steal your candy all the time." I said and walked over to the table.
"No, I'm not mad.. Its just, these aren't normal candy." Jefferson said. "They're edibles..I picked them up from the dispensary before I left Oregon." I blinked at him. "You're telling me I just ate your pot gummies??" I asked. "Yeah..you did." Jefferson said. "How many is the normal serving??" I asked. "I usually eat 2." Jefferson said. "Holy shit." I said. "Whats going to happen?? I'm I going to die?"
Jefferson chuckled. "No, they're completely safe Blaire. You're not going to die, you're just...not going to be functional for the rest of the day in about 30 minutes. Don't panic." "Don't panic.. My uncle is the Sheriff!" I exclaimed. "And he's expecting me home for dinner tonight because its taco night and I DON'T MISS TACO NIGHT." "Well first off, these are totally legal here just like in Oregon even without a medical card and you are 18." Jefferson said. "Just because they're legal doesn't mean he's not going to have a problem with it." "Okay, so we will do like we did that one time, you got pissed off at your Dad because he was drinking so you stole his bottle of bourbon and took a few drinks out of it, to see what was so special about it on your way to my house." "I threw up in your sink and spent the night on your couch." "And your dad had no idea about any of it. You can stay here and your uncle wont know a thing." Jefferson shrugged. "Okay." I nodded. "Just don't panic, These can go either way, you'll either be really chill and kinda silly or you'll overthink yourself into a panic attack. You're safe here I promise."
My phone pinged in my pocket and I looked at it. "Its Killian, he wants to know if I'm working tonight. What do I say??" I asked. "Just turn your phone off and leave it alone. You'll thank me later." Jefferson chuckled. "Text him later." "Ive been through some shit, turning off my phone is going to cause my uncle to freak if he can't reach me. I'll just put it away." I said and put it in my gym bag. I had a specific ringtone for David so I would know if he was calling. It was the Cops theme, which he didn't find nearly as amusing as I did.
Jefferson and I played the Nintendo for a good while and chatting like we always used to. "You good?" Jefferson asked with a chuckle. "Yeah why?" I asked "You dropped the controller like 5 minutes ago and you've just been moving your thumbs with nothing in your hands." Jefferson said. I looked down at my hands and burst into a fit of laughter which made Jefferson start laughing. "Am I okay?" I asked between giggles. "You're fine I promise. I wont let anything happen to you." "You're such a good friend." I smiled. "My jefferson shaped friend." Jefferson laughed again. "I'll be right back. Stay here." He said and got up and walked to the bathroom.
My phone rang in my gym bag, and it was Davids ringtone. I crawled across the floor to my gym bag and opened it and answered. "Hey Dave." I smiled and stood up and flopped backwards onto the bed in the room. "What can I do for you?" "I was just checking in, you said you were going to come home after the gym and its been a few hours." David said. "Oh! I was going to come home, but one of my friends from Oregon drove all the way here to see me so I've been hanging out with him." I said. "Oh, That was nice of him, though do his parents know hes here?" "He graduated like 5 years ago." I laughed. "Ohhh." David said, but it was that are you making good life choices tone he liked to use. "Are you still coming home for dinner? Its taco night." "Of course I am. I don't miss taco night silly." I snickered. "Are..you okay Blaire you don't sound like yourself." David said. "I'm good. Great actually. Oh! Hey, can Jefferson come too? He likes tacos..then again who doesn't." I said. "Sure, thats fine. I'm about to start making them." "Cool, we will be there soon!" I said. "Bye." I added and hung up. "We will be where soon??" Jefferson asked.
"David said you could come for dinner." I smiled. "You realize he's going to kill the both of us right?" Jefferson asked. "Well yeah, but there will be Tacos." I said, as if Jefferson were stupid.
Jefferson drove us to my house after I gave him directions. He parked in the driveway and looked at me. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "Hungry. Like..so hungry." I laughed. Jefferson laughed and shook his head. "I'm a deadman." "Come onnn." I said and got out of the car and made my way to the door. Jefferson hurried behind me as I stood on the porch and rang the doorbell. "Blaire.. Why did you ring the doorbell?" Jefferson asked. "I have no idea." I giggled and went to open the door but the knob twisted in my hand and the door opened to a very confused David on the other side. "Well..thats trippy." Jefferson mumbled. I had forgotten to mention that my uncle and my Dad were identical twins.
"Why did you ring the doorbell?" David asked. "I guess I wanted to let you know I was here." I shrugged. "You live here." David said. "That I do." I snickered. Somehow everything...absolutely everything was funnier right now. David put his hand under my chin and tilted my face up so he could get a better look at my eyes. "Blaire Jean Nolan, are you high??" He demanded and looked at Jefferson with a glare. "I can explain." Jefferson said and put his hands up. "I sure hope you can." David said. "Put your hands down, I'm not going to shoot you." "Well thats a relief." Jefferson said and lowered his hands back to his sides. "Blaire was going to set up my nintendo that I brought with me. I left the room to get drinks from the vending machine and she found some edibles in my bag and thought they were regular candy. She used to steal my candy all the time back home so she knew I wouldn't mind, she didn't know they were edibles and she ate three of them. They're not going to hurt her I swear, shes just..going to be.. Well that for a bit." Jefferson said and pointed to me, dancing with Wilby behind David. "They're not even illegal here, or Oregon." Jefferson explained.
"I'm aware that they aren't illegal, that doesn't mean I'm happy with it. Blaire is on several medications right now, and I'm just worried about how thats going to interact with them." "It shouldn't have any problems with her medications, if her meds make her sleepy the worst its going to do is make her even more sleepy. I promise you, I would not have intentionally given her these and if she knew what they were before she ate them she wouldn't have eaten them. It was an honest mistake."
David looked back at me and I gave him a goofy grin. He shook his head and chuckled. "Alright. Accidents happen, and It sounds like Blaire to mistake edibles for actual candy." David shrugged. "That girl loves her candy." Jefferson shrugged. David extended his hand. "David Nolan." He said. Jefferson put his hand in Davids and shook it. "Jefferson Hatt." He replied. David led Jefferson to the dining room, as I followed. "Oh wow, Blaire wasn't kidding when you said you usually cooked enough to feed a small army." Jefferson said. "I don't like anyone to go hungry under my roof." David chuckled.
I sat down in my usual spot next to Emma and started loading my plate. Jefferson sat down across from me. "So Jefferson how did you and Blaire meet?" Mary Margarget asked. "We met at the gym her Dad worked for, She was like 10 and I was around 16 at that point. I was in her Dads teen class and I worked there off and on through the summer." Jefferson shrugged. "So..you're quite a bit older than she is." David said. Jefferson looked around the table. "Oh..wait do you think?" He started. "He thinks we are dating." I said. "I can't bring anyone home without them thinking that." I laughed and shook my head. "Wouldn't be that much of a stretch..at least as far as the age gap goes." Emma whispered to me to where only I could hear it. I almost choked.
"Theres been a misunderstanding." Jefferson said. "I'm not in a romantic relationship with Blaire...thats just-" "Its gross. Thats what it is." I said and crinkled my nose and shook my head. "I mean.. I used to watch Blaire when her Dad would have to leave the gym for a couple hours and couldn't take her with him." Jefferson explained. "I understand your concern but its not like that at all. I was actually in a relationship almost the whole time I've known Blaire. I have a daughter of my own." "Jeffersons just a friend guys, just like Will..and Wendy if she ever decides to talk to me again." I said. "I'm sorry for the assumption, I've never really seen Blaire so comfortable with anyone like she is with you." David said. "I guess thats what I get for assuming." He chuckled. "So what brings you this way then?"
"I recently visited with her Dad in prison and he told me that the media back home was going to run a story on the case, and it was probably going to make national news and I wanted the information to come from someone she could trust, instead of the tv. And there was something that I needed to give her and its much better done in person." Jefferson said "But I'll wait until tomorrow when she's thinking more clearly." Jefferson chuckled. I looked up at him after spending most of the conversation staring at my upside down reflection in the spoon for the sour cream. "I'm thinking quite clearly thank you muchly." I said. "What..is wrong with Blaire?" Mary Margaret asked and raised an eyebrow. "I'll explain later." David said. "I don't know, I kinda like Blaire like this." Emma shrugged and smirked. "She's definitely not as mean as she usually is." Jefferson agreed. "Right??" Emma said. "She's also right here." I pouted. "Shhh..its okay Blaire, just eat your tacos." Emma said.
Most of the next day had been a blur, until mid afternoon when I had finally come down from the high in the middle of the sunday after church lunch rush at work. "You good Blaire?" Jacob asked me, as he passed me in the kitchen while I was checking on one of my table's food. "Yeah, why?" I asked. "You just weren't really all here this morning. I wasn't sure if it was another new medication and I didn't want to ask in the dining room." "Something like that." I said with a chuckle. "Was that an actual laugh?" Jacob asked with mock surprise. "Don't you have things to do?" I asked. "Like assistant manager stuff? Speaking of, table 3 wants a comp on her childs meal because her devil spawn threw most of her food on the floor instead of eating it." I said. Jacob put his hands over his face. "And what did you say?" He asked. "What makes you think I said anything Jacob?" I asked. "Out with it Blaire." "Fine, I said she could always put her child on the floor, and let her eat the food like the animal she was so..she wants to see a manager." "Blaire!" Jacob groaned. "What? We are running a business here. I was trying to save us the money." I shrugged. "You're lucky Thomas finds your attitude with customers amusing." Jacob rolled his eyes and walked out of the kitchen to deal with the customer. "Thats why you get paid the big bucks Jacob!" I hollered after him and he put his hand behind his back and flipped me off.
"You are going to fuck around and get fired Blaire." Will said. "Nah, Thomas loves me." I smiled. "Do you have table 6 ready yet? Its that cranky old couple That comes every sunday.." I sighed. "Its about to come out of the oven love." Will said. "Speaking of Cranky old people. Mr. Jones came in last night and asked if you were working, or if I had heard from you. Seemed kind of worried." I completely forgot to text him back yesterday. "Shit.." I sighed and pulled my phone from my back pocket. "Also please don't refer to Killian as old. He's not that much older than us and it makes him sound like a creeper." I said and sent a quick text to Killian.
Me: So sorry I forgot to text back.. Yesterday was weird. I'm at work right now so I can't really explain. But I can call you later. I didn't even get time to wait for a reply before Jacob came back into the kitchen. "Where is the pizza for table 6??" He asked. "They're ready to walk." "Its only been 15 minutes since they got here!" I grumbled. "I'm about to give them the take and bake special." "What exactly is that?" Jacob asked. "She means she's about to give them an uncooked pizza and tell them if they don't want to wait for us to cook it they can take it home and do it themselves." Will shrugged and checked the oven and groaned. "This bloody oven is going out again, its not getting hot enough." "Perfect!" I grinned and went to go to the dining room to tell my favorite customers the excellent news. Jacob stopped me. "I don't think so. I'll handle it." He sighed. "Just what we needed in the middle of a lunch rush. "Will, call Thomas and see if he can come in and look at the oven." "On it." Will said and walked away to call Thomas
"Blaire, politely, let the rest of your tables know that our oven is down and we can only do fried foods right now." "You know they are going to be pissed right?" I sighed. "So then offer them a comp for half off and I'll take care of the rest. But do it politely." He reminded me. "And maybe smile. You can do that right?" I looked him dead in the eyes and smiled. "Why is that so terrifying?" Jacob asked and shuddered. "I think its rather charming actually." Will said and put his arm around my shoulders. Jacob narrowed his eyes at the two of us. "The shit Thomas lets you two get away with.." He sighed and ran his hands through his sandy blonde hair. "Oh no Blaire we've sent poor Jacob straight into a conniption fit." Will said and pouted. "Nevermind. Lizard and I will handle the dining room. You stay back here and help Will in the kitchen." "Well then I want Kitchen pay instead of server pay." I said and crossed my arms. "Yeah nice try. I help with payroll, I know Thomas bumped you to hostess pay AND you can keep your tips However I don't know how you get them with your attitude," Jacob argued.
A frantic Lizard walked into the kitchen. "Jacob. Stop flirting with Blaire and HELP me or so help me, I will walk out of this place today." Jacob and I looked at each other with equal looks of disgust. "Flirting??" We both practically shrieked. Lizard just gestured wildly towards the dining room. "Alright! I'm coming." Jacob sighed "Try not to blow anything up." He glared at me. "Ooo. fire. Pretty." I grinned. Jacob just groaned and walked into the dining room.
After a while Thomas walked into the kitchen and found me standing 5 feet from the deep fryers throwing Mozzarella sticks in one by one and running away after they landed in the oil. "Blaire. Why are you in the kitchen? Where is Will??" Thomas asked. "Jacob told me to stay back here, and Will is on lunch. Please help." I said. Thomas smirked and shook his head. "Tough little shit like you, and you're afraid of a little hot oil?" Thomas asked and took the bag of mozzarella sticks and put them in the fryer for me. "Well.. I wasn't.. And then.." I sighed and raised my now bandaged hand from about 30 minutes ago when I stood too close and the hot oil splashed my hand. "Jesus." Thomas sighed and went to the entrance for the dining room opened the door. "Jacob!" He shouted and walked back over to me and took my hand and unbandaged it to look at the burn. "Damn it." He sighed again. Jacob walked back into the kitchen. "Yes?" He asked. "Why is my waitress with no kitchen experience." He paused and glanced back at me "No offense." I raised my hands to signal that no offense was taken. "Working the kitchen all by herself?!" Thomas demanded. "She was being rude in the dining room, and people were getting frustrated because the ovens broke and I didn't want her fueling the fire" Jacob defended himself. "Its Blaire, its just how she is, and the customers keep coming back anyways. Even if they didn't, I'd rather lose a little business then end up with this!" Thomas said and held up my hand that was blistering in spots. "You are God damn lucky its not worse than this!"
I flinched. I'd never seen Thomas angry like this and the way Jacobs face dropped while he was being yelled at reminded me a lot of how I used to feel when my Dad would yell at me. Of course it was a very different situation, and Jacob was kind of in the wrong, but I still felt bad. "Thomas..I'm fine. Really." I said. "Jacob is new to the assistant manager thing, he was just doing what he thought was best. I'll go to the ER on my lunch and get it looked at." "Jacob will take you." Thomas said still glaring at Jacob. "Its slow enough now that Lizard and I can handle it until Will gets back and then I can work on the oven. Don't clock out." Thomas said
"Lets go." Jacob sighed and stormed out of the kitchen. "Let me know what they say, and I'll take care of the bill." Thomas said. I nodded and followed Jacob out of the kitchen and out of the restaurant. Jacob got in his car and slammed the door and I got in the passengers side and side eyed his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. "Look..I didn't mean-" "Like I said, he lets you get away with a lot of shit." Jacob barked at me. I swallowed hard and slowly buckled my seatbelt. Jacob sighed. "I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have left you in the kitchen by yourself and now your hurt and its my fault." "I think we are all to blame. I was being an asshole, you were just doing what you thought was best for the business. Ive never seen Thomas get that mad..I'm sorry." I said. "If you think that was bad, you should have seen him while I was in high school." Jacob chuckled. "I was not a pleasant person to be around as a teenager." "As opposed to..." I paused. Jacob looked at me and I smirked. "Kidding..kind of..so you lived with Thomas..after.." "After my mother died? Yeah. Thomas was all I had after my mom.." Jacob said. "Do you remember your mom?" I asked. "I feel like..I just lost mine and I already have trouble remembering the sound of her voice. I call her phone to listen to her voicemail just to hear it." I frowned and glanced down at my hands. "I don't remember much, I remember the color of her eyes, and her smile..I have home videos when I want to hear her voice. I don't feel like..I really got a chance to know her." Jacob said. "I'm really sorry." I said. "Its okay." Jacob said and smiled at me.
"I don't think I really got to know my mother either...both of my parents really. They were so secretive about their pasts, I didn't know my family here even existed until last year. I feel like everything I knew about them was a lie." "I understand that. Thomas has his secrets too." Jacob said. "What kind of secrets?" I asked. "Well..I don't know. Thats the thing about secrets. They're secret." Jacob winked. "Yeah that was a stupid question." I sighed.
Jacob pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. "I'm really sorry you burned your hand. I should have come back to check on you after Will went to lunch." Jacob said. "Its fine, the front was a madhouse. You were busy. I've had a lot worse happen. In fact, last time I was here, it was because someone tried to kill me." I said. "No shit? In Storybrooke??" Jacob asked. "Yup." I sighed and pulled the collar of my shirt down a little so he could see the little scar on my neck from when one of Milahs goons cut the side of my neck. "Jesus." Jacob said. "Why would anyone want to kill you?" "Its a long story." I shrugged. "Anyways, lets go get my hand looked at and get back to work so Thomas can go back home and take a nap..he needs a nap." "That he does." Jacob smirked and got out of the car.
