The rain hit the conservatory windows with force, clouding any view you may have had of the students wandering around outside during classes. It was loud but calming, drowning out the world around you and even better, your thoughts. You sighed, content. It was hard being here sometimes. You were a "Normie" just like the teacher you worked with, Ms. Thornhill. You were the only ones in the school with no supernatural abilities. You were outcasts among the outcasts.
"Y/N, are you alright?" A voice from behind you came.
"AHH!" You screamed, nearly jumping out of your skin. You turned around to see Ms. Thornhill, an amused look on her face. You swallowed and struggled to regain your composure, but you smiled anyway.
"You okay?" Ms. Thornhill asked, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You smile and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You just startled me. Didn't hear you come in," you said, chuckling. Ms. Thornhill laughed in response.
"I would say."
You smiled and blushed. You loved working under Ms. Thornhill. She was so kind and felt slightly like a mentor or mother figure. You just trusted her and could tell she was a good person. She smiled lovingly and then drew in a breath, huffing."Well, I didn't come here just to scare the pants off you. Weems is looking for you."
Immediately your face fell. Principal Weems frightened you in a peculiar way that you couldn't exactly put your finger on. You tried to stay out of her way and especially her office, but you had been called there more times lately than you preferred.
"Again? Did she say why?"
Ms. Thornhill shook her head, smiling weakly. She could see Weems's new interest in you too, and the discomfort that followed every time.
"She just said she needed to speak with you."
You nodded, sighing. You put down the sheers in your hand onto the flower box and headed to the door.
"Hey, Y/N. Don't worry about it. It just means she likes you," you heard Thornhill say from over your shoulder. You looked and smiled half-heartedly, nodding. You pushed open the door, stepping out into the wind and rain.
It soaked through your clothes quickly, chilling you. You shivered and looked up through wet eyelashes towards your destination: Ms. Weems's office. You weren't sure if it was the rain clouding your vision but you thought you saw Ms. Weems in her window, staring in your direction. The breath in your chest caught, and you blinked away the rain from your eyes. The figure in the distance was gone if it was ever truly there. You tried not to freak yourself out by convincing yourself she was watching and waiting for you, but you had this nagging feeling that wouldn't go away that she had been in the window hoping to see you come out of the greenhouse.You made the trek up to her door and paused. Maybe you could just say you had some work to catch up on with Marilyn and if you didn't do it, the class would be behind tomorrow. You knew it wouldn't work though. You can't avoid the boss when she's looking for you. You slowly raise your hand to knock on the door when suddenly it opens for you. Once again you jump, but this time thankfully no audible response.
Out pops Wednesday Addams. She stops in her tracks, looking at you with her famous glare. She stays there for a moment before nodding slightly and passing by you. You believe that is a sign of her wishing you luck, but you were just glad she didn't absolutely hate you. Wednesday was enjoyable to be around in her own way and you wanted her tolerance.
Once Wednesday was no longer blocking your view, you could see the headmistress standing at her window, searching. You were almost certain she was looking for you once again. You lightly knocked on the door, making her jump. She turned around quickly and when her eyes met yours, a smile spread across her face.
"Ms. Y/n, come in. And please, shut the door behind you," she said in her deep and intoxicating voice. No, not intoxicating. That would be weird.
You pushed the door closed and listened as the latch clicked. Now you were truly alone. Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest as the heat began to crawl up the back of your neck and onto your cheeks. You slowly turned around to face her and saw her seated at the corner of her desk. She sat regally, back straight, and her long legs crossed at the knees with an almost sly smile painted on her face. You gulped and hoped it wasn't noticeable.
Weems gestured towards the chairs in her office and you slowly sat down. You never took your eyes off her as you lowered yourself into the chair. Your eyes wandered down her legs, but you suddenly caught yourself stopping at her thighs. You immediately turned your head to the left, focusing on the flames of the fireplace instead. You didn't see Larissa's smile widen at this.
There was a moment of silence before it began to feel like you were being stared at. You cleared your throat and turned back to Larissa. You smiled weakly and cleared your throat.
"Ms. Thornhill said you wanted to see me?" you said, forcing your tone of voice to be as even as possible.
"Yes, I wanted to check in with you to see how you were adjusting."
You cocked your eyebrow. That's what the last meeting was about. You licked your lips and you saw Larissa bite her lip. It seemed like all the breath left your lungs. Why were you so afraid of this woman?
"Uh, you know. As good as the last time you asked me," you said with a chuckle. It was Larissa's turn to blush now. You felt the corner of your mouth turn into a smile, but you quickly shoved it down back inside of you.
"Oh silly me, I must have forgotten that conversation," she said, trailing off. She stood up and sauntered over to the fireplace. Now it was your turn to bite your lip. This woman did things to you that you couldn't describe and you could only sum up to being intimidation. She stared at you for a moment before looking into the cackling flames of the fireplace.
"I am a very busy woman so sometimes I forget, so please forgive me. But I didn't just call you up to my office to ask you about that. I was actually wondering if you were available on Friday night around 7 PM?"
"For what?" you immediately spat out. It came out harsh and you wanted to smack yourself.
"For a meeting to sit down and discuss your duties and what more you could be doing around Nevermore," she said, very flat this time.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that," you said. You don't know why you said it but you didn't want her to think you were rude. That is the last thing you wanted. You didn't know why, maybe because she was your boss, but you wanted her to like you.
She turned to you and her face softened. She nodded and walked over to your chair. You had to look up, allowing your eyes to travel slowly up her form before falling to lock eyes with her. She loomed over you and you gulped. This time you knew she see it. You couldn't be sure, but you thought she looked down at your mouth. Did you have something on your face?
"It's okay darling. And don't worry about discussing what you could be doing, it's more just like a 90-day review. You are doing wonders here and we are happy to have you. Especially me,"
She said this with a wink and everything in your body felt like it melted into a puddle. You were frightened and intrigued. Maybe spending time with the boss wasn't so bad. With that, Larissa left your side and went back to sit behind her intimidating desk in the center of the room.
"So I will see you here at 7 PM on Friday?" she almost purred.
"Yes Mistress," you replied.
This time she didn't try to hide the smirk that crossed her face. She regained her composure though and motioned to the door.
"You may go now, darling. That is all I needed. I will see you on Friday."
With that you stood up and hurried towards the door, only turning back when you reached the large wooden frame. She was still looking at you, but instead of turning and meeting her eyes, you saw she was looking down. She was looking at your butt. You quickly turned around to face her completely. She quickly looked up a blush on her face to match yours. You covered your backside with your hands, walking out of the door backward to ensure that whatever she had seen was out of sight. You had really managed to embarrass yourself. You shut the door immediately and leaned against it sighing. Despite being an utter mess during that whole thing, a smile slowly crept on to your face. Maybe you weren't as afraid of her as you thought, because the more you thought about it, the more your heart warmed.
Friday. 7 Pm. Larissa. Me.
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The Teacher's Assistant
FanfictionBeing an outcast among outcasts is already a hard job. But what happens when the outcast catches her bosses eye?