Kitty Kat

Clowns and spiders creepy.

Picture of Cole.

~Brooklyn~

"Jeff, how do you say twelve in French?" I ask.

"Uh...Uhm...Dix?" Jeff stutters.

"Non, mais, bon effort." I say with a smile, I'm teaching top set year seven, French, and I don't know how Jeff got into top set since he's....not the brightest. Too bad, he's a really good football and rugby player. He could use some brains to help win matches. Also yeah-I do watch the year seven rugby and football matches, got a problem?

"Now, who can say..." My teaching is interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in!"

"Uhm...may I borrow you for a second Miss..." The man looks down at his notes. "Miss Devon."

"Yes of course." I reply. "Ok class, partner up and practice counting up to twenty, if you've been good then when I get back we can play a game of Kahoot!"

Stepping outside the classroom, I realise that this man looks familiar; I just can't quite put my finger on it. "Miss Devon?" Asks the man. "You zoned out."

"Oh. Uhm. Sorry..." I say sheepishly.

"It's fine, there's a meeting in the Pastoral Hub at lunch, you're supposed to be there but nobody got round to telling you until now." He explains. "Long story short, you need t be in the Pastoral Hub at lunch."

~Cole~

"Long story short, you need to be in the Pastoral Hub at lunch." I explain. Miss Devon nods, understanding.

"Thanks for telling me Mr..." She trails off, not knowing my name.

"Blade, Cole Blade." I say, then mentally punch myself. I'm supposed to be using a code name! "But they call me Mr Gammald for some reason." Quickly correcting myself. Ugh I'm an idiot.

"Thanks for telling me, Cole." She finishes, smiling.

"No problem, Miss Devon."

"Please, call me Brooklyn." Brooklyn says.

"Nice name." I grin, letting her return to class.

"Bye."

"Bye Brooklyn!"

~Brooklyn~

As I enter the room, the class immediately stop yelling at each other from across the room and stare at the floor. "James!" I snap at a tiny boy, "How do you say fourteen in French?!"

"Erm...Uh, vingt?" He smiles awkwardly.

"Detention!" I am yelling now; it's ridiculously stupid of me. The whole class sniggers. "For the lot of you!" I finish dramatically. The outcries of sulking students gives me a strange satisfaction.

At lunchtime my classroom is empty. The only noise is my heavy breathing and the sound of me typing quickly. Not one of my students decided to attend their detention-great. Just as I am about to go to the Pastoral Hub, something odd happens. The blinds close themselves and the lights flicker on and off. I look back at my computer and see that a new email has popped up.

From

Wouldntyouliketoknow

You shouldn't hang around in the dark. It makes you an easy target.

I shuffle around in my seat, squinting in the now dark room. Just as I am getting up, another message pops up on the screen.

From

Wouldntyouliketoknowgmail.com

Watch out 'Miss Devon' or you might have a little tumble

Ok, this is getting pretty creepy. Like, clowns and spiders creepy.

Shaking it off, I get up, grab my coat and walk out of the classroom. The door of L4 slams shut behind me, making me jump. I keep my head down whilst walking through the almost-deserted language corridor; and bumping into somebody.

Oops.

The person wraps their, strong, muscular arms around my waist to stop me from falling backwards. "I'm so sorry, I didn't me-" This mystery person cuts me off.

"I was just coming to get you, Brookie." Says Cole, I can almost imagine his smirk. Ugh.

"Brookie??? Wh-" He cuts me off again.

"Nickname, isn't that obvious, Brookie?" I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, well, I should get down to Pas-"

"No need, they cancelled the meeting." He says. I look up at his towering frame; standing on my tip-toes. Moving my head so my lips are inches away from his, I whisper. "Stop interrupting me when I'm talking" Then I pull away and laugh. Cole groans and mutters,

"Such a tease." Which makes me laugh even more.

"Y-You cant say that." I splutter out in between fits of laughter.

"Ppfffttt, course I can."

I roll my eyes. "Well anyways, I have books to mark, parents to call," under my breath I mutter, "creepy emails to investigate..."

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Totally did not publish this chapter without telling Georgia...Ppsshh, nah I wouldn't do that. Comment down below, Team Jacob or Team Edward? Slytherin or Gryffindor? Lollipop or Cabbage?

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Ashie Out! Xx