You're Driving Me Crazy

Stressed out

Edited: Watching the boys playing football in the field out of the principal's office window, kept her thoughts quiet for a moment, as she was waiting for the principal to finish his paper work.

 "Listen, Carol"He cleared his throat, his eyes still on some pieces of papers as he tried to hold them still in his old shaky hands."I need you to give me a hand" He looked up at her, his eyeglasses sliding down to his nose. She turned to face him"How can I help?"

  He put the papers down and leaned on the table" The English teacher Miss Gerald got permission for a week off. She had some stuff to handle. I need you to replace her. You've taught classics before, right?"

  She walked towards him slowly, with a gentle nod and her arms crossed. How to tell him she had taught classics before, when she was a college girl, all focused on English, without any bruises on her arms, with no antisocial behaviors, when she didn't have to hide her swollen chest with scarves,  when she could turn her mind off and sleep like a baby. This was the new unsolvable problem; how to tell him.

"Alright then, keep your tough figure as you deal with the seniors." He studied her face. While anyone else would've wrinkled their nose in dislike at the first place, hearing the seniors name, she seemed much more comfortable with that. It kind of concerned him , seeing her not showing any emotions over that, "Is there a problem darling?!" 

She straightened up with a deep breath"Not at all!"

 In the past few years, she had forgotten how breathing deep, felt like. How it felt to breath in, feeling the air making its way through the lungs, filling them full, and coming out. How it felt to breath not only to stay alive, but to enjoy the short journey of the air, to the lungs. She only knew the feeling of being under so much pressure and stress,then tearing the chest apart to just breathe a little. 

  She agreed, not because she was the tough one, the pain in the ass, not because she was being called the bitch, the devil at the high school, but only because she didn't know how to tell him.

"Alright then, that is great. You've dealt with kids all this years so I expect you to handle this wild animals."

She nodded with a light smile on her lips; not sure of how her presence had effected on student all this years.

A light smile tugged at principal's lips as he handed her the forms.

"Uhh...you just need to fill this papers and It's all done."

 She was the deputy head teacher. Serious withe the policies, difficult to handle, hard to break out of her detentions, some would've called her the bitch, some the devil. She was a real badass.

  She filled the papers with signatures in silence, then walked towards the door, without glancing over the kind hearted principal one more time.

As she walked through the hallway filled with students, she gazed over the students passing her by. Some would've changed their way as she walked towards them, some would've stare at her with despise, some would've stayed polite. She knew they were scared of her, despised her. As she made her way to the English classroom, the bell rang and everyone in the hallways rushed to get out of her sight. She walked to the classroom, stopping before the well designed desk. How much effort had the English teacher put to design this desk to just keep the seniors enthusiast. She threw her stuff at the desk trying to breathe deep. She examined the classroom. The walls were filled with poems and pictures of famous poets and writers from all around the world. It had been so long since she had become the deputy head; long enough for her to miss this room. She walked slowly around the classroom, trying to breath deep again. It was pissing her off. She stood behind the last row of the seats as the first student appeared on the door frame. She looked over at him, then at her watch, waiting for him to answer. The student was a red head guy, with eyeglasses and a huge backpack. He was surprised seeing her in the class, but anyway he walked towards his seat, without any words.

  She watched him, acting strange in her presence as groups of seniors started to fill the room, each and everyone being surprised to see the deputy head in their class.

As everyone got into their seats, she walked to her desk slowly, taking in all the looks on her. It was a surprise to see the seniors all quiet, not moving an inch. Not surprising for her, that only her name could scare even the most rebel person in the world. She wasn't acting like she owned the world to make students respect her, she was quiet, with a heavy look; that was her secret. The silence following her look, didn't make her feel uncomfortable. She was used to uncomfortable silences; either in the classrooms, at the dinner table or in bed. 

There was no whispers, no eye contacts. Somehow, she had to break the silence" I see that you're late, but it's okay for the first time."She glanced over all  of them."Your English teacher got a permission so I'm in charge of English this week "Everyone's eyes widened and she could hear sighs and groans from every corner of the class."And like every class, we've got some rules too." She began to walk slowly "First, whenever I teach none of you is allowed to talk or even whisper, clear?"some nodded"Second, try not to be late; otherwise you will get detention. "She stopped walking and took a glare at everyone in the class. She eased her face muscles smiling lightly" But for now, I want to know a little about all of you. Your stories" Her light smile lowered the tension in the class. 

She placed her glasses on the desk and sat down, but before she could speak up, the door wide opened and two guys walked in. Carol looked up, raising an eyebrow. One of the guys, gazed at her, examining her whole figure, a smirk forming up at his lips. He had messy brown hair, his chocolate brown eyes held that smirk as he was standing in the door frame. He was tan and muscular. His hands, covered in tattoos were showing themselves under the sleeves of his black hoodie. His huge black boots were moody and ripped. He was all in black. He licked his bottom lip as the second guy stepped forward. He also was all in black, with light brown hair and ripped black jeans. 

"Glad you could make it through the half of the class time" She said in return to his smirk. They walked towards their seats when Carol, raised  her voice" Did I let you seat?"

The guy with tattoos turned to face her with the smirk still on. He gestured her way questioning"May I?" She nodded and the two guys headed to their seats in the bottom row, slumping into the chairs.

  As the class was going on, time by time she was taking a glare at the two boys in the last row; and everytime, she was finding the guy with tattoos staring at her with his smirk. Despite all of her experience in the field of teaching, she couldn't guess what was going on in his mind. 

  After listening some students telling their stories about disliking the literature, she turned to the guy with tattoos, with her kind of smirk; saying to herself" You wanna play? I'll play"

"So what's your story, Peter right!?" She looked towards his direction."What would you like to hear?"He responded.

"That's your story, not mine!"

"It can be ours" He said with his smirk growing bigger.

She could hear whispers growing.

"I see you're too interested in spending the hours after school in here with me!" She was getting nervous.

"I'm sure your skirt won't last 10 minutes hanging on your hips, Mrs. Smith" He responded, bending a little forward, his elbows on either side of the chairs, his hands hanging in the air.

The whispers grew louder and suddenly turned into sniggers. 

Carol, stayed stared on his face, then chuckled and looked back at him. Before she could say anything the bell rang, and everyone, rushed out , trying to get rid of the tension existing in the room as soon as possible.

As Peter followed her gaze on him with a smirk, he and his friend walked towards the door, and before leaving he turned to her, saying"We've got a long week right?". He smirked and they disappeared in the crowd.

Right, this was going to be a loooooong week!

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So.... I just edited This part and I'll edit the other parts. Because I read other fan  fictions or books and found out that my book is ridiculous. 
 

So now, I hope you like this new one!