"Remind me why I love you." I complain.
He laughs at my exaggeration, "Come on baby, it's only a two hour dance lesson."
"Luca, I don't need dance lessons." I motion the both of us before correcting myself, "We don't need dance lessons."
"Yes we do." He retorts.
"I can dance perfectly fine." I show him my uneven bobbing before he could slip in another reason for me to take the lesson.
It was horrible, trying to prove my point. What is far worse is that fact that I am dancing to no music. In this enclosed dance studio, waiting for our dance instructor, I'm moving my hips in an unladylike fashion while trying not to laugh at my stubbornness.
It didn't take long for me to give up, "Fine."
Cradling my neck, Luca leans down to deeply kiss me before thanking me.
"You should be thankful the bride isn't forcing you to take stupid dance lessons. This should be the other way around." I state, not comprehending the situation.
"Baby, the wedding is in a month. And our first dance can either be you and I dancing to 'Tell Daddy', which is uncouth, or we can do this the right way." He laughs, giving me one of two options.
"Sometimes I hate you." I admit because he had more reason and sense than I did.
"I love you too." I whispers in my ear.
"Hi there." A voice drags me back to the ground.
"Um," I rub my strained eyes, "-hi."
"I'm the Co-ordinator for Ancient History." He extends his hand to me.
"Nice to meet you. I'm the newbie English teacher." I try as hard as I can to keep this conversation casual.
Nothing gets me peeved than a pissing contest. Working, as a teacher isn't about who had a high position or how many years of experience you have under your belt. It is about educating your students and doing that to the best of your ability.
"I heard you gave your boys an early mark." He gets straight into it.
I confirm, "Yes I did."
"During second period all the boys were saying how generous you are., they've already come to take a liking to you."
"Really?" Disbelief echoes my voice. "That's nice to hear."
"My name's Vince."
"Just Vince?" I nod my head.
"Yeah, everyone calls me that. What's your name?"
"Okay, well I'm just Kenna." I grin.
"Listen Kenna, we've just become acquainted now but I'm going to ask you for a favour."
"Oh, so its that kind of friendship." I tease, already knowing that I'll do what he asks cause I need a friend.
How desperate is that? Working alone may be swell, it might not even be a problem for most people but for me, I need the friends and I need the team to support me, to pull one another together. Doing this favour for Vince was my first step.
"Quite so." He jokes, "I just need you to stand in for me in my next Ancient History class for ten minutes. I forgot to print out their first assessment task so it might take me a while to do so."
"No problem." I respond.
"Really?"
"I don't have anything on next period." I double-check my timetable. "So I'll just pop in and pop out."
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Richman High
RomansaA year ago she 'practically' left her husband-to-be at the altar, Kenna Douglas finds herself back at her Mom's house and in desperate need of a job. Though luck was on her side as she lands a perfect job at a private school where she runs into her...
