(A/N: Jaimie Alexander as Mrs. Amelia Bedivere. Omg, I am sorry for any typos I have.)
"Ugh, I swear, if no one shows up and Kai starts snoring..." Gail groaned, trailing off, making the said snorer laugh in amusement.
"Hey, it's not my fault I do this! And anyway, I heard there finally is going to be a new English teacher and I hear she's young and hot."
Cece rolled her eyes and kicked Kai's leg, under the chair from behind him.
Gail, who sat in the middle of my and Kai's shoulders slammed her head on the table.
And Nina, who was chatting up with some people on her phone, silently turned around at us then back to her screen, nodding her head in disapproval.
Kai's bruised cheek, by the way, was not too visible now.
Just as someone else altogether was about to complain about the lack of facilitators present, the front door swung open and the sound of heels clicking on the ground followed.
"Good morning," files and a bag was placed on the front desk, "Long story-short," a whiteboard marker was pulled out and used to scribble legibly on the board, "I'm going to be your new English teacher," the woman in a pencil skirt and a long sleeved cream blouse turned and smiled softy, stunningly, "and the name's Amelia Bedivere, but you can call me Mrs. Bedivere.
"Okay, since I don't want to waste time, let me-" the front door flew open and then came a wide eyed guy with a guilty-ish looking smile.
"Sorry I'm late," he turned to me, "my car is in the shop." The sun kissed skinned man then made his way to his usual seat in the far back, gladly away from me.
The interupted teacher brushed it off and continued with what she was saying. "Right, well, I don't want to waste time so I'll introduce myself and call everyone at random and ask them to stand as I question them about themselves. Okay? Okay.
"So once again, my name is Amelia, Bedivere being my husband's last name. I'm 33 and I've been teaching english for almost a decade now. My favorite book at the moment is The Very Hungry Caterpillar because it brings my five year old daughter to sleep in an instant." she smiled fondly, "I also very much enforce discipline so, Mr. Late, take note," she pointed to the said being, "and please stand."
He knit his brows, "What?"
Mrs. Bedivere chuckled, "Stand. Don't worry, I'm just going to ask you some quick introductory questions."
He begrudingly stood and raised his brows. Our new English teacher smirked, "What's your name?"
"Javier."
"Is it just Javier?"
Javier pursed his lips in a thin line, "My full name is Andrés Cristíano Javíer Emanuél Alonzo Rosarío."
The woman smiled in amusement, "So you're Spanish?"
"Brazilian actually."
"What your favorite book?"
"Uh... I don't really have a favorite; if I like a book I put it in my library and make sure not to upset them by putting one on a better spot or side."
YOU ARE READING
The Three Kings of Langley Academy
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