The Student-Teacher Romance Narrative

Let me explain...

Highschool was a scary thing.

Monster highschool was worse.

Monster highschool with prom coming in just about three weeks was terrifying.

Monster highschool with prom coming in just about three weeks to a barely stitched together Frankengirl was definitely the worst situation.

Lucky you, for not being said Frankengirl.

Vicky Schmidt, however, was not as lucky. In fact, she was more than ready to either fall apart or just burst at the seams entirely.

THAT IS NOT AN OPTION the patchwork girl mentally screamed, and really, breaking down in front of the rotting student body really wasn't an option if one was trying to get a prom date. And this 'one' was quite determined to do just that.

After a few calming breaths (and a few little static shocks from her sweater) Vicky decided to make her way to the amphitheatre, since it would take a while to get her knight costume on.

After an excellent rehearsal, resulting in a rise in her creative flow, a much calmer Vicky sat on the floor, leaning against a wall, drawing the cuddling forms of Damien and Liam with as much care as her rigor mortis stricken fingers would allow. She'd seen them together in costume and who could resist a dark-knight-and-prince couple?

"What the fuck is that?!"

A harsh voice made Vicky jump and sent electrical energy into her cheeks, which was basically the Frankenstein equivalent of blushing since she couldn't have blood or functioning blood vessels for that matter. Honestly it's a miracle she could move at all. Anyway, Damien LaVey stood menacingly over her glaring onto her passionate art.

"Is that supposed to be me? Am I cuddling shirtless with Liam?"

She made desperate attempts to cover her work, but failed to do so before the arrival of the aforementioned Liam De Lioncourt. Can life be more wonderful?

Vicky had to think fast; Anyone will believe anything, no matter how bullshit, if you say it with enough confidence. She concluded, rising from her position, puffing out her chest and standing with as much confidence a 5'2" loosely stitched Frankenstein girl could have. Which unfortunately was not a lot. Still, with a clear of her throat she said in a loud, ringing voice with as much boldness as possible.

"What the fuck is this? This fuckery, dear Damien, is called ART. I present to you..... yaoi."

A tense silence followed and Vicky was starting to fear that she would have to spend the morning picking herself off the floor when Liam spoke, unloading much more bullshit than she could have ever come up with about the merits of the cultural development that was yaoi.

Even as Damien interjected that she had drawn mpreg of them, Liam defended her, something Vicky was certainly grateful for.

"-will you take me as your student? May I call you, sensei?"

Okay well that made her do a double take. Student? Sensei? Vicky realised she probably should have paid more attention rather than thank the hipster gods so soon, but she gulped and nodded anyway.

"Yes, absolutely-definitely-yes." she stumbled, keenly aware of Damien's (violent) presence, but looking Liam in the eye with all sincerity as she tried to hide her confusion.

They stood in a few more minutes of tense silence when the bell rang for lunch.