teacher ♤ s.t [rewriting]

40 ♤ After Death

40 ♤ After Death

C O U R T N E Y ♤

Pulling out the last scrap of paper from the bottom of my locker, I tossed it in the bin on the floor beside me with a small sigh. I had misplaced the homework assignment Shayne wanted to go over in tutoring, and, when we went to look in my locker, he was shocked by the mess of papers stacked messily at the bottom.

It wasn't a lot of papers, necessarily, rather just a small stack. Nevertheless, Shayne handed me the trash can from beside his desk, and now here I am, kneeling on the bacteria-coated floor in front of my locker.

My mind drifting elsewhere, I went to stand up, my knee scraping against the sharp metal rim of the locker. Hissing, I clapped my palm over the sensitive skin, biting my tongue viciously to block the string of curse words soon to be uttered.

Slamming shut my locker, I twisted the combination, messing it up before scooping up the bin in one arm, my same hand picking up the assignment from the floor. My other hand was still pressed against my knee, small hints of blood appearing through the scrape.

Hobbling back to the classroom, I paused, hearing voices.

It was that assistant again.

Rolling my eyes, I, with much difficulty, opened the door, sliding inside, letting it slam behind me, the door knob jabbing into my lower back. I yelped, dropping the bin, the papers spilling everywhere.

After dropping to my knees, forgetting about the wound, I immediately jumped back up with a small 'oop', the pain of the floor on my scrape.

Finally, the papers made it back into the bin, and the bin made it back beside Shayne's desk, the assignment falling on the desk top in front of him.

"Thank you for your assistance," I mumbled sarcastically, hopping on the desk top of one of the student desks, still gripping my knee.

"...not the most considerate person to you," Ms Ren was saying. "I would like to apologize-"

"Thank you," he offered a curt nod.

"-by taking you out to dinner," she finished, reaching her hand out slowly, her fingertip grazing over the collar of his dress shirt.

"Sorry, what?"

"Dinner. You know, you, me, a dinner reservation, just an apology," she smiled softly, it was nearly a smirk.

"I-I-" he spluttered.

She patted him gently on the shoulder. "I know, it's a lot all at once-"

"It's not that, it's just, I accept your apology, but not your dinner idea," he interrupted.

I watched with amusement, an eyebrow raised as the two adults continued to ignore my presence. Ms Ren's face fell for a moment before she put on a haughty smile, pulling her hand away.

"Alright, but you'd be missing out," she said, then spun on her heel and nearly stalked to the door.

"Not really," Shayne muttered, rolling his eyes with exasperation.

Once we had left, Shayne glanced over at me, and looked down at where I was staring, an eyebrow still raised. The assignment on his desk was where I was looking, and once he noticed it, a smile returned to his face.