Troubles And Teachers (Wincest AU)

Stealing The Morning (Coffee)

(AN) here is the updated chapter. nothing major, just some grammatical edits. let me know if you see anything I missed!

My alarm went off just as the sun began filtering through my curtains. Yawning, I turned it off and dragged myself to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and took a shower. After getting dressed in my usual teaching attire (vest, blazer, slacks, etc.), I went downstairs to grab my bag and car keys.

The school parking lot was barely occupied when I pulled in and parked. Only a few other faculty cars were there, including Dean Smith's Impala. Dean was the drama teacher, who happened to be one of my friends from college. Honestly, it was strange we had met, considering the differences in our teaching fields, but I'm glad we did. Dean and I had known each other for almost nine years now, and I considered him one of my closest friends.

"Hey, Mrs. Fresna," I smiled politely as I passed her entering the school. She hummed in response and took a sip from her thermos, still looking sleepy. "I don't understand how you cannot be tired after waking up so early," she grumbled as we entered the cafeteria.

Shrugging, I waved goodbye to her as I spotted Dean sitting at one of the faculty tables. "Hiya, Sammy. How was your weekend?" Dean greeted, flicking my ear as I sat down. I dodged the flick and gave him a little scowl.

"It was actually pretty boring. Just graded some leftover papers and hit the gym, mostly. What about you?" I asked, eyeing the breakfast line that was about to open. Dean followed my gaze in amusement. "How about I tell you after you get some breakfast?" he chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. I grinned and got up to head towards the line, which I bypassed because I was a teacher.

Some of the early students glanced at me, especially a group of sophomore girls who I had third period. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as they giggled and continued to look at me. "Um ... the oatmeal, please," I said pleasantly to the lunch lady behind the counter. She smiled and nodded and I was soon back beside Dean with a bowl of hot oatmeal.

Dean looked like he was trying not to laugh as I scarfed down my meal. "Jesus, you act like you haven't eaten in years," he commented. I shrugged. "I didn't eat dinner last night because I was tired after the gym," I replied, grabbing his coffee and downing the rest of it. He watched me with a smile. "I was going to drink that, you know," he said, taking the empty Styrofoam cup and shooting it into the trashcan. He fist-pumped the air when it went in perfectly.

"You never cease to remind me of the frat boy I met nine years ago," I joked as I finished my oatmeal. Dean made a dismissive noise and suddenly narrowed his eyes at something behind me. I looked around to see a group of juniors muffling laughter and glancing at us.

I frowned. "Is this a student thing? Seriously, what's happening?" I sighed as I turned back around. "It's probably your hair," Dean snickered, tugging on the end of one of my dark brown locks. I had recently gotten it cut, and before it was almost to my shoulders, but now it was cropped to my chin. I tried to scowl, but it came out as a grin as I smacked his hand away. "Whatever, jerk," I sneered. "Whatever, bitch," he scoffed.

We glared at each other until the bell rang before muffling our laughter and heading to our respective classes.

"Why do you show up if you have the first two class periods off?" I asked curiously as Dean and I shuffled through the packed hallways. "Eh, maybe so you can steal my morning coffee and annoy me," he said with a cheeky grin. "I know for a fact that you probably had a cup before you left your house!" I protested, grinning back.

Dean narrowed his eyes at me. "What if I need a specific amount of coffee in order to function?" he inquired sassily, crossing his arms. We stopped in front of his classroom, which was next door to mine. I crossed my arms as well. "I was your roommate for five years, Dean, I know you don't," I answered with what Dean likes to call bitch face #3021. "You don't even need coffee, you're so hyped up on whatever you're taking to -- to get that much muscle!" He smacked my bicep.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, yeah. I'm soooo hyped up on a healthy lifestyle and a good workout regime. It's about time you noticed, Dean." He turned his face away. "I never said I didn't notice," he sniffed. I scoffed. "I see why you studied Drama, Mr. Smith. Now excuse me, I have a class to teach."

"Speaking of, your class is staring at us," Dean said as he pointed into my classroom without breaking eye contact. I spun around and saw the students scrambling to look casual. I sighed. "See you at lunch, Mr. Smith," I said as I entered my classroom.

"Mr. Wesson," Dean replied, just as I closed my door.

It was going to be a long day, I could tell.