Private Tutor (Teacher, Golden Freddy X Student reader)

Chapter eight. True face of Jimmy Noir Part one

(Readers P.O.V)

Names, a title given to you at birth. They can be simple or they can be hard. Truth be told, I would have been okay without a name. In front of me stood a stack of papers of famous actors, actresses, and movie producers to which I stared and remembered each and every name in the list. This was protocol once a year, since my mother had a yearly party for any person she was in a movie with. Next to each name, was a list of movies, that persons role, and a brief description of each movie that person played in. Sure it was a lot of information to take in and remember but I was used to it. I was on movie producers. Reading each name carefully then reading the movies they made. I was in the "Ns" reading each name so I didn't miss one. I froze when I saw a last name I couldn't forget. Noir. Isn't that Jimmy's last name? Maybe they aren't the same person. My memory was filled with the last two weeks I have spent. Everyday, after school I would stay back and help Jimmy grade test and clean up the class room. And when I would get home, Shade would be there to just hang out since I never had any school work to do. I felt like they would be fighting for my attention sometimes. I wasn't going to lie. It was cute, Mike stopped trying to replenish our old relationship, and I guess that was okay. It was a Friday night and I tried to stay awake so I could finish remembering these names. I yawned and stood up from my spot on the floor. My phone buzzed with a text from my mother telling me she would be out late again tonight and I didn't even need to answer her back. I sighed and picked up the papers from the floor when there was knock on the door. I looked up at the redwood door and stood up again. I pushed my (H/C) hair back behind my ear, and walked over. I looked through the peep hole and saw white eyes among a mass of blonde hair. I opened the door to Shade where he then held out a container of suckers. "Hello little girl, would you like some candy?" He smiled jokingly.
I rolled my eyes and leaned against the door frame. "I don't know sir. My mamma always told me not to take candy from strangers."
He smiled again when I moved away from the door to let him in. He stepped inside and I closed the door. I walked past him and picked up the rest of the papers on the ground and set them on the coffee table next to me. Shade sat down on the sofa and smiled at me again. I smiled back lightly and it was like his whole day had been made. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow at him. He blushed from embarrassment and shrugged his shoulders. I sat down and sighed, throwing my arm over my eyes to block out the light. "If today is not a good day, I can come back tomorrow to work on list of activities for the school festival." Shade mumbled.
That would probably be best considering the fact I've been remembering names and movies all day long. I sighed and nodded. "Sorry, my mom has this huge party tomorrow and I've been busy getting ready for that."
"No worry. Living the life of a superstar. Must be hard." He joked
"More like living in the shadow of a superstar." I answered back.
He nodded and put and container on the coffee table. He then stood up. I had covered my eyes more after that, nothing but pitch darkness to ease my headache. I had taken a deep breath when I felt something on my cheek. My eyes widened and I pulled my arm away quickly, but the front door was already closing. I stood up as quickly as I could and bolted out the door. Shade was at his car, opening the door and moving to get in. He looked up and his eyes met mine. He smiled and winked at me, closing his car door and starting it up. I breathed out and touched my cheek, the warmth still making its-self fully aware. Had he kissed my cheek? He pulled out of the driveway and down the street. The only sound left was my heavy breathing. I went back inside and decided to just go to bed.

~The next day~

My Saturday morning was the same as alway, wake up, shower, get dressed, eat, brush my teeth, and go the store. While it was a normal Saturday thing, instead of going to the store to buy food, I would be going to by clothes. Sure I had plenty of nice dresses that I could wear tonight for my mothers dumb party, I wanted to wear something I would like. I went out to the garage and looked at the three cars. Which to pick. I smiled when my eyes caught hold of something my mom never knew existed. I walked over to the tarp covered idem. Ripping off the black tarp the same color motorcycle rested underneath. My heart began to race as I opened the garage and grabbed the black helmet on a shelf. I rolled the bike outside and got on, the helmet was on my head a second after. I started the black beauty up and released the breaks. It roared to life and ran down the roads. I've driven this thing a few times before so I was pretty good on it. I remembered the first time I rode it, I was 15 and my grandpa on my dads side, taught me to drive it. He never did like mom to much, I guess it was because he was always driving her around. I watched the roads and watched them blur with color. I pulled over to the side of the road and pulled off my helmet. My (H/C) hair was matted to my forehead and I pushed it away. Guess I would be buying a bigger one on my own time. I was about to put the helmet back on when I heard a bunch of voices. I turned my head and saw a car stopped next to me by the stop light. They winked and made kissy faces at me. I rolled my eyes and put my helmet back on. I could hear them go 'Oooo' as if I had rejected them. I waited till the light turned green and I let go of the breaks. My motorcycle once again roared to life and lifted off the ground a little bit. I speed down the lane I was in and crossed over to the actual road. I drove for a while, passing different houses,stores, restaurants and etc. I stopped in a parking lot and turned off my bike. I sighed and walked into the building next to it. I opened the glass doors and was met with smiles and 'hellos'. I handed my helmet to an older women and she went into a back room. Almost immediately, dresses of all different types were being handed to me. I only came dress shopping once a year, and everyone knew it was because of my mothers party. I had been looking at a few black dresses when I caught a quick flash of color and stood from my spot. I walked around a rack of clothing and came face-to-face with my substitute teacher, Jimmy Noir. He blinked in surprise for a second but once he realized it was me, a huge smile crossed his face. His hair was brighter which told me he had just recently had it re-dyed. The swirls of color danced around his middle length hair. I was captivated by it. I heard him chuckle and I snapped out of my thoughts. I met his eyes and they to smiled at me. I flashed a shy smile back and he grinned. "If you wanna touch my hair you can, it might be colorful but it doesn't bite." He teased
I rolled my eyes and looked down at the tux in his hands. Why was he buying a tux? I frowned and he spoke before I could even ask. "My dad asked me to come to this big event tonight with him. Something about how he was going to need someone to drive him home. I'm assuming in the aftermath." He blew his bangs out of his eyes.
I remembered reading the name Noir on those papers and started to wonder if the Noir in those papers was related to Jimmy. It could be possible, right? I shook my head quickly and smiled at him gently. "Well, it was nice talking to you. If you'll excuse me." I moved away from him.
After about 40 minutes, I ended up picking out a knee length, (F/C) dress. It wasn't to tight but it wasn't too loose. I knew my mother would tell me I should've gotten something that hugged my body and showed off my chest and curves. Well, to hell with boobs and curves, I want to be comfortable. I nodded to myself and bought the dress. Sticking it in my bag, I received my helmet and went out to motorcycle. The drive home was full with the evening air and the sound of the wind, blowing in through my helmet.

I was sitting in my room now, headphones in to drown out the yelling of my mom and all cleaning. I wanted to shove my face into a candle to block out the cleaning solutions being used. Technically, I had about 3 hours before guest would start arriving, I would be expected to be down no less then 45 minutes after. I groaned loudly, flopping back onto my bed. Why did I even have to show up? It's not like anyone is gonna talk to me because I'm sure my mother will tell them on how much of a disappointment I am. It wasn't new, and to be honest with myself, I let her downgrade me every chance she got. I looked at the (F/C) dress I just bought and remembered I had wrist cuffs that would look perfect with the dress. "Just a few. No one would see it anyway." I mumbled to myself.
I held a razor blade, one stolen from a cheap pencil sharpener to my already scared wrist. I took a deep breath, and hummed as I sliced the fresh skin. Blood poured out of the cuts, I didn't flinch. I shook my head and worked on stopping the blood, once done I got in the shower. I watched the dried blood flow down my arms and turn the clear water red. I was dazed and I knew I probably looked lifeless. I sighed and finished my shower. I put the dress on and sat down at my makeup table. I put on black eyeliner and fake eyelashes, black eyeshadow and dark red lipstick. I sat back down on my bed and picked up my book, I could read until I was needed downstairs. I hummed to myself silently watching the sky darken every second that ticked by. Minutes seemed to tick on like hours and I grew more and more tired. Technically I could sleep for a bit but I didn't want to ruin the dress or risk reopening the cuts and getting blood on it. But I grew weary and my eyes began to close on their own. I forced myself to remain awake but the more I tried the more weary I become. I sighed heavily, my body growing more and more tired with each passing minute. I could smell the food and cleaning supplies, hear the noises of the cooks and maids working to finish up on time. My head pounded and my wrist throbbed. I lost the will to stay awake, and sleep wrapped me in her gentle arms, taking me into a dreamless nightmare.