Mr. Fischbach • M.F

•chapter 7•

                                        Warning:
~~(MATURE CONTENT AHEAD)~~

She sighed sitting in her 7th hour classroom as Ms. Grayson, her 12th grade Math teacher, stood up at the board going on and on about how "important" AP calculus really is. But of course Neveah's mind was else where, she had her eyes focused on the nearby classroom door. Her mind was reeling with anticipation from Mr. Fischbach's words right before she exited his classroom 4th hour. She could hear the adrenaline rushing words fall from his mouth in her mind. His deep baritone voice echoed repeatedly as she twirled her number two pencil in her fingers.

Ms. Grayson slapped a textbook on Neveah's desk, not making any form of eye contact. Her teacher happened to be giving out textbooks to the whole class. Ms. Grayson was a pure red-head and her auburn curls fell down pass her shoulders. She had green eyes, rosy cheeks, with light freckles all over her face and she looked as if she were in her late 20s. She had on a black pencil skirt that curved her figure just right, a deep blue button up shirt with the top two buttons undone, showing little clevage, with the addition of black heels that made her appear about four inches taller. Even though Neveah despised her and the subject she taught, she had to admit, Ms. Grayson was very gorgeous.

Ms. Grayson told the class to flip to a certain page in the textbook and instructed the class to answer numbers 1-19, and have it finished and on her desk before class is dismissed. Neveah huffed and began doing the math assignment, she struggled but she nonetheless got done before the final bell rung. She guickly gathered her belongings, set her finished work on her teachers desk and headed for the door. Eventually she noticed her high-heeled goddess of a math teacher happened to be right in front of her leaving the classroom as well. Neveah pulled out her phone and answered some texts while strutting in the direction of her English's teachers classroom.

But she couldn't help to continue to hear the loud clicking of heels in front of her. Neveah noticed that every single turn she took throughout the school, happened to be the same exact turns Neveah was taking. By the third turn she knew her math teachers true destination, and began to slowly follow behind Ms. Grayson. The suspicious student pretended to be on her phone as she watched her enter Mr. Fischbach's classroom from afar, she left his door slightly cracked open. Neveah looked around the school, no one was in sight so she took this as an opportunity to find out exactly why a Math teacher needed to speak with a English teacher, in private at that.

Neveah oh so quietly tip-toed her way over to Mr. Fischbach's classroom door. Eavesdropping wasn't usually her forte but if it included Mr. Fischbach, she just had to know. She leaned over so slightly, and tried to listen in on her teachers conversation.  "Oh Ms. Grayson, what do I owe the pleasure?" Mr. Fischbach had asked, obviously becoming aware of Ms. Grayson's presence. "Oh nothing sweetheart, I just came by to properly introduced myself, and welcome you to our school. I would have done so sooner in the school year but, family issues kept me from working."  Ms. Grayson said, she held out her hand for him to shake, "Amber Grayson I'm the AP Calculus teacher, and you are?"

He gently shook her soft, delicate hand, "Mark Fischbach, English teacher." He gave a small smile. "This is my first year teaching." He added. Ms. Grayson lifted her eyebrows, "oh it is now? This is my fifth year at this school." The Math teacher proclaimed, "If you'd like I could give you some pointers? Teaching the youth isn't all sunshine and rainbows when it comes to the first year." She added, batting her eyelashes at Mr. Fischbach. "Trust me I already know, these teenagers are already draining the life from me and it's only been about a month." Mr. Fischbach jokes, making Ms. Grayson laugh. "So then it's set, we'll discuss how absolutely dreadful teaching is and then I could give you a little bit of advice over some tea? I know a place." Ms. Grayson joked, exaggerating the word dreadful as she spoke, Mr. Fischbach could see the glint of hope she had in her eyes as she subtly asked him on a date.