He laid awake for half the night thinking about her.
Worrying about her.
Dreaming about her.
What was it about that woman that made him lose his senses. What was it about the way she carried herself, addressed him, and demanded control that has him so enamored and lost?
He hasn't found the answer to any of these questions as he makes his way to his classroom, his fellow staff murmuring together in clumps around the hallways.
They chatter quietly between themselves and yet Max doesn't linger too long to question what it is that has them huddling together. As he reaches his door, Luna having already opened it, he finds himself shocked and frozen as he stares at his classroom.
Posters.
Paintings.
Inspirational quotes.
Plastered all over his four walls and his name so beautiful printed at the top corner of his white board.
Luna looks back at him and smiles widely as she points to a beautiful painting of an African elephant lunging on the Savannah.
"I see..." he quietly stares, but he isn't as happy as Luna seems to be. Luna journeys around his room happily—racing from picture to painting, to poster.
Her eyes taking all of them in and yet she's confused as to why her father doesn't seem as happy to look at them as she is.
"Hey Max, I...." Iggy begins and notices that Max's room was hit as well. "I see the Blue Tack Pinner got you as well."
"Blue Tack Pinner?" Max asks a bit flustered."It was Helen."
"No... it was BTP." Iggy winks at him and Max rolls his eyes angrily and goes to take a poster down. "Wow wow wow! Why are you..."
"There are rules Iggy. Or have you forgotten?"
"Listen, BTP took forever to do all the classrooms. You can't just..."
"BTP sounds like a serial killer. And that's exactly what it's gonna feel like when Brantley fires every one of those teachers who decides to keep them up. They will be killing their careers for the sake of Helen sticking it to the man." Max removes the poster and then begins with another.
"Why are you such a jerk? A few years ago you would have been..."
"Enough! If you and everyone else wish to keep this shit up- then go for it. Lose your jobs. I'm sure Martin will understand- right?" With that, Iggy leaves him to tear down his posters in peace and Luna just glares at her dad, beyond upset with him. "Don't look at me like that, Lu. They're gonna get in trouble. Dad, doesn't want to get in trouble. I need this job. We need this job. Okay? I'm sor..."
He goes to apologize, but Luna races from the room. Sighing heavily, Max just continues to take each poster down and place them in his closet. It takes him a bit, but he removes every ounce of blue tack from the wall and balls it up before putting it in the trash.
The nerve of Helen to involve everyone in her scheme.
To put them all at risk.
He couldn't believe it.
He couldn't believe she managed to poster each and every classroom in the school.
It boggles his mind.
But he shouldn't be too surprised by her, he supposes.
She's proven through out this week that she's trouble.
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Intertwined
Fanfiction****Alternate Universe: New Amsterdam*** Helen Sharpe has been trying her best to simply keep her head above water. As a single mother of two teenage boys: she has to do all she can to not only keep them from burning their world down, but also find...
