Super Girl ✩ {being edited}

Chapter Eight

I'm aware none of my words will get through to him, but it simply cannot remain an issue unaddressed. There's no way in hell he's going to get away acting like this, not on my watch. I decide to give him a fair chance to explain himself though, even if it's more than he deserves. I look around as I enter the teachers' lounge, spotting him right away, chatting up Mrs. Parker who is definitely married with kids. Taking a deep breath, I approach them, tapping her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, can I borrow our pretty boy for a second?"

She shrugs. "Sure. I've got to go to class anyway." She clears the path with a wave.

Mr. Tarker eyes me sceptically the moment she's gone. "I think you made it pretty clear that you don't want anybody to think I'm pretty."

Laughing, I shake my head. "Oh, you misundestood that, I wasn't complimenting your sorry ass."

His eyes widen and he looks around, I assume hoping one of the other teachers hear me swear and find it outrageous enough to defend him. "Anything I've done? Not that you seem to need a reason to bitch-..."

"Shut up." I grit my teeth, trying to stay calm. He doesn't take me seriously and I doubt he would even if I held a gun to his head, but this is too big of an issue to remain ignored. "It's come to my attention that you taught my newclass for the past three years."

"My first one." He shrugs.

"I hope you haven't fucking scarred them for life."

He raises his eyebrows. "And what would make you think that?"

The mockery in his eyes is clear as day, but that's not the most irritating thing about him at that moment. "Does the name Melanie Geasley ring any bells?"

He looks back at me, remaining unimpressed. "What about her?"

"Since she got here, the others have been picking on her, she doesn't have any friends and spends most of her time at school by herself."

Mr. Tarker has the nerve to shrug. "Some people just don't fit in."

Biting my lip, it gets harder and harder to compose mysef. "Then let me ask you a question here." I take a deep breath. "Why, out of all the jobs a shallow asshole with a pretty face and a small penis could go for, did you decide to become a school teacher?"

"How dare you talk to me like this?"

"Answer my question." I cross my arms in front of my chest and I catch him staring down my shirt.

"I like kids."

"No, you don't."

He huffs. "I don't have to listen to this." And just like that, he walks off, hands raised in defense.

The moment I turn around, I spot Mrs. Fisher watching me. "Please don't tell the principal I called Tarker a shallow asshole with a small penis."

She laughs, waving it off. "Wouldn't dream of it, I'm with you."

"Sadly, he will never understand" I sigh, breathing out with relief.

"And I don't think he will" Mrs. Fisher agrees. "But now they're not stuck with him anymore and you're taking better care of those kids."

I press my lips together, nodding. "Yeah, you're right. They're my students now."

I stop in town to see Wes, but not finding him in his usual spot, I assume he's gone to the mall so I decide not to bother him if he's pursuing the girl of his dreams. Instead, I head home, stopping at Daley's favourite Chinese place to bring some dinner home for him. I also grab a Starbucks on the way before I return to the apartment, exhausted and greeted by the sound of enthusiastic typing, Daley's fingers smashing into the keys. He's not even blasting any music, he's on a roll and I know better than to disturb him, instead cracking open a can of coke and unpacking his Chinese, placing it next to his laptop wordlessly.