The Drama With My Drama Teacher

Santa, Baby

Santa, Baby

A hand on a hip.

Raising and dropping that hip in time to the voice singing in low and seductive tones. A hair flip there, a wink here, all accumulating together to form the perfect performance.

"Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree, for me, I've been an awful good girl, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight" I sing, wiggling my hips as I finish the line, and adding a giggle for good measure.

I tilt my Santa hat to a jaunty angle as I keep singing, while Mark and other our friends laugh and join in occasionally. Joe has found a guitar from the Drama store cupboard and is helpfully strumming the chords to back me up.

I keep singing for a while, adding necessary hand gestures and facial expressions, preparing for the big finish when Mr Williams walks through the classroom door. For a second he stares at me slack jawed, not quite sure what's going on in his classroom.

Thrilled by his entrance, my voice tip toes through the last few words in the soft lull the song requires, and to finish Joe and Ben lift me onto one of the tables so I can pose dramatically.

"So hurry down the chimney tonight!" I finish with flourish, and pull a fifties pin up pose to sufficiently conclude my brief but memorable performance.

The male side of the classroom bursts into applause and laughter, and some of the girl's giggle and clap gently, but doing it only for the benefit of the boys, to appear more attractive to them. A few of the girls are glaring at me though from their seats in the centre of the room.

Mr Williams is still watching me. I lock my eyes with his, and raise an eyebrow. Your move, I suggest with my facial expression.

"Chelsea, see me at the end" Mr Williams sighs, but he keeps his eyes on me.

With pleasure, sir, I say silently through a smile. He calls for the class to grab a chair and assemble in the middle of the room in a circle. Joe helps me down from the table, and Ben has already saved me a seat.

I thank him, and sit down. I'm in the middle of Ben and Mark, and directly opposite Mr Williams. I cross my legs deliberately, hoping it reminds him of last night.

"She's such a slut" I hear a girl hiss in the class, and my eyes find the source of the voice.

It's Carly Waite. She's had a crush on Ben for about three years and he's never given her a second look because he knows I don't like her because she tends to make comments like that. He tends thinks that any girl who isn't worth my time isn't worth dating.

I don't have many girl friends. And when I say many, I mean none. Girls just don't like me. It's probably because I always hang around with the boys, because of Chris, but I'm not a tomboy.

Carly once spread the rumour that I was simultaneously sleeping with Mark, Ben, Joe, Sam and Chris, because I don't think she realised Chris is my brother. It didn't take off, because Ben quickly shot her down by reminding her that she lost her virginity behind the back of the local pub in between the wheelie bins.

Besides, I wouldn't sleep with any of my guy friends, because they are just that- my friends. And anyways, I'm still-!

My thoughts are interrupted by Mr Williams clearing his throat and beginning to speak. He assigns our task, which is simply to rehearse our pieces, and to get on with it as quietly as possible for a drama lesson.

We split off into our separate groups and I'm paired with Mark. My eyes keep flitting to Mr Williams during our rehearsal though, only to find he's already staring at me.