The Teachers Assistant

Chapter 5 part 5

I stand by the door and greet everyone as they walk in. Considering all that's going on I'm actually in a happy mood seeing my students. The only person I'm not going to be too happy to see is Mark. It’s not that I don't want to see him; it’s that I don't want my brothers to see him.

Eventually, it’s a couple seconds before the bells about to ring so I look down each end of the hall. There are no students, so I assume Mark isn't going to show up. It’s when I'm closing the door that I feel someone pushing it back open.

"Hey, I'm still on time, the bell hasn't ringed yet.” he says, trying to push his way in.

I look behind me and see that the class is talking and my brothers are chatting to each other.  I push Mark back into the hallway.

"Look, I don't know if you know this, but my brothers are here." I tell him.

"I'm aware of that." He says, trying to push past me to get into class. I push him back. He wasn't getting it. His face was filled with confusion.

"No, I mean they are still here. They are in the class room." I try explaining to him.

"What? Why?" he asks. He runs his hands through his hair.

"It’s a story I don't have time to tell. I can write you a pass to go to the library or something." I say, trying to help.

He gives me a weird expression. "Eve, I mean Miss.Carter, I don't want to go to the library. I want to go to class. It’s fine; I won't say a thing to them if they don't say anything to me. I'll be a good little boy, or like you told me 'A Man,’ “He replies, laughing.

"Fine, but any bad behavior from you and I will send you to the principal's office for disobeying a teacher." I warn him.

I open the door and point to his seat.  "Sit."  I tell him. He looks at me with a 'what?' kind of face. I continue pointing to his seat until he is seated.

I walk to the front of the room and smile and before I can even say a word to the class Rebecca's hand is raised.

I sigh, "Yes, Rebecca?" I ask.

"Why are your two devilishly handsome brothers here? Not that I'm complaining. Gives me something to look at for 45 minutes." She says, fluttering her eyelashes. I start cough laughing and glance at my brothers who are silent looking at each other wide eyed. They start doing that laugh you do when you don't know whether it's ok to laugh or not.

I forgot how much seniors really didn't care about what others thought of them. They said what they wanted with not a care in the world other than graduating and getting out of high school.

I turn around and look at my brothers. They are in hysterical fits of laughter now.

"Eh, Ehm." I whisper to them. Dean looks up at me. "Why don't you do what you do best? I don't have anything planned for today and I would enjoy some comic relief at this point." I tell him.

Dean stands and takes off his coat. He has a tightly fitting plain dark blue t-shirt on that shows his well-defined and muscular build.  He walks towards the front of my desk and casually leans on it. Every girl in the class has their full attention on him. Even I did, though I was just wondering what he was going to do next, I wasn't drooling over him.

"Well, Hello. I'm Dean and that is Casper, my brother." he tells the class, turning around pointing to Casper and doing a 'you better watch this' wink and smile.

 "If you already didn't know we are Eve or Miss. Carter, your teachers, older brothers. Now I wouldn't go messing with us though because we do own a gun shop and training facility out in east Texas. “He rises and walks over to Rebecca's desk.