VPG's Collection of Stories.

Teachers AU.

((A 3000-word oneshot so prepare yourself.))

Scott pointed up at the whiteboard, where his scrawly handwriting had written out some of the basic rules of grammar. Revision for the Grade 9 English exam. "And that, guys, gals, and our non-binary pals, is why we never use an apostrophe after-" 

The door creaked. Scott paused, his arm falling to his side as he straightened up, clearing his throat, "Can I help someone? Samuel, if you are late to class agai..." 

His words died in his throat as the door opened fully. It was the teacher from AP English, Vincent. He raised an eyebrow, pure white teeth splitting mocha skin as he grinned, "Having a bit of trouble keeping your students in check, are we, Scott?" 

Scott's stomach dropped to his feet all at once, his heart jumping in his chest. Was it just him, or had Vincent gotten a whole lot more handsome since this morning? "Ha... haha, no!" He grinned back, one hand reaching up to rub through his hair, "Vincent, what... what are you...? How can I help you?" 

"I, uh... I kind of snapped my whiteboard ruler, and I was wondering if I could borrow yours. You're not using it, are you?" Vincent stepped inside, closing the door after himself. He turned to Scott's students, "Sorry to interrupt, folks, I'll let you get back to..." he glanced over at the whiteboard, "...Apostrophe use? In a second." 

Scott trilled nervously, "O-Oh, no, y-you're not interrupting at all, we were just wrapping up. E-Everyone say good morning to Mr. Bishop, alright?" He scrabbled through the pile of paper on his desk, looking for his whiteboard ruler as his students chimed in with 'Good mor-ning Mister Bishop...' He let out a deep breath and muttered, "G-Geez, is it just me or should we turn the air conditioner on?" 

"Sir?" One of the girls piped up, as a handful of last night's homework fluttered off the desk and all over the floor, "Sir, the ruler's behind you, sir, it's on the whiteboard."

"On the-" Scott wheeled around, only just remembering that earlier this morning he'd shown off the ruler's brand new magnetic strap by sticking it on the whiteboard, "Oh yes, you're quite right. S-Sorry everyone, my..." Scott let out a deep breath, walking over to the whiteboard, "My brains have been fried for some reason..." 

Scott pulled the magnetic ruler off of the whiteboard and stepped backwards. He spun around again and almost ran straight in to Vincent's chest. 

Vincent smiled, placing the homework that had fallen on the floor in a neat pile on Scott's desk, "You've really got to keep a more organised work space, Scotty. Especially somebody as clumsy as you." 

Scott giggled nervously, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was so close he could feel the warmth radiating off of Vincent's body, "Th-Thanks for picking t-that up. I-I'm not always this clumsy."

Vincent chuckled, "You're not, huh? Well it must be just when I'm around, then." He grinned as he glanced at Scott's students, "You should have seen him yesterday in the staff room. He spilt tea all down himself when I walked in." He reached out, his fingers brushing against Scott's as he took the whiteboard ruler from him, sending shivers up his spine. 

Scott could feel his face burning as Vincent stepped back, and laughed, "Oh, come off it, Scott. Being clumsy is nothing to be embarrassed about." He reached out and tapped Scott on the end of his nose, "I'll have this back to you by the end of the day. Bye, everyone!" And he turned, and walked out of the classroom.

The door swung shut with a bang, and Scott's shoulders slumped. "Bye..." he whispered dazedly. 

And 3... 2... 1.

"OoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOoooh!" The whole class let it out in chorus. Here they go again... Scott knew they'd been waiting with bated breath from the moment Vincent walked in the door until this moment.