Whirlwind of trouble

1

That depressing feeling of having everything on your shoulders. Being overrun by work and not ever having a break to just breathe. I hate it.

Don't get me wrong, I adore my job, I love being a teacher and watching my pupils learn and develop their knowledge and understanding. I love being the reason my students pass their tests because I teach in such a fun way. I love that I have been admired in this job for so long that I am deputy head. I am the fun, easy, approachable head teacher that everyone feels at ease to talk to, unlike Mr Jefferson.

However the work load is unbearable. Being a teacher had been something I'm so used to, I enjoy it so much. Being deputy head, well ... its rewarding... but a lot of paper work and finance.

My pen taps furiously upon the pile of papers I have to mark ready for tomorrow, but I have no energy in me. The exhaustion runs deep through my bones and aches my entire limbs. My hands tiredly run along my face and I wallow in the darkness of palms for just a second.

Until there's a knock at my classroom door.

"Miss Mills?" A soft knock at the door echoes through the deep loneliness of her mind and pounds furiously against the walls of her own head. I need an aspirin so bad.

"Come in" I call out, rubbing my fingers against my own temple. "What can I help you with?"

"Sorry is now a bad time?" His voice whispers. "I can come back later" Regina shakes her head and slowly opens her eyes to greet Mr Hood.

"No no, Nows fine, what's wrong Hood?" Regina adjusts her dress slightly, pulling at the hem of her dress and making herself slightly more modest, covering the length of her leg and leaning on her desk with her forearms, but that just gives the best view of her cleavage.

"I was just seeing how you were, we haven't really spoken much since our..." he scans the room and peeks his head down the hallway and takes another step into her classroom, shutting the door behind him. "Since our date" he winces in a whisper.

"Robin, I had a lovely evening with you, really I did, but do you think it's appropriate for two colleagues to have that kind of relationship?" I state, standing from my desk and making my way around. I slowly take a taunting step forward to the handsome forest smelling man in front, sitting upon the table all cocky and manly.

I nibble my lip and walk slowly towards him, watching as his greedy eyes scan my entire frame, making me feel appreciated. "I mean, what would Mr Jefferson think?" I tease, placing my hand upon his beating heart as I clench his chequered fabric in my wrist, while my other palm sits upon his bouncing thigh.

He opens his legs and places his hand on the swell of my back, tugging me close to his front. "I don't care what he thinks." He states in a low sultry moan, only making me more and more attracted the scruffy looking man under my nose. "What I know... is that I like you Regina, and I'd love to get the opportunity to get to know you more, if you would let me"

I nibble some more on the inside of my lips as I contemplate his offer. It has been so long since I've tried to get to know someone on a relationship level. I have only ever hooked up with guys or girls on a one night stand lately. My last relationship was 5 years ago with a woman named Mal. So this is new to me... but kind of hot. He is so sweet and charming. He is so manly and considerate. He is so dreamy, and all the other members of staff dream of him.

"I also think Jefferson will be jealous" he chuckles, licking those lips of his.

"Oh yeah? Really? How so?"

"Oh please Regina, you don't see the way his eyes greedily stare at your breasts whenever he speaks to you. Regina, everyone in this work place either wants to smash you or wants to be you. I just want to get to know you and if something comes out of that, then I will be lucky" he grins, and how can I resist myself any longer.

My hand finds it's place upon his stubbles on his cheek, my thumb caresses softly as I lean in ever so slightly. He meets me half way and all too quickly we are connecting our lips in a sweet, delicate kiss, tender than ever and softer than ever. But just as men do, his hands travel lower and cups at my bottom, and instantly stopping the kiss.

"Maybe we could go for a bite to eat Saturday, then maybe we can stop by your place?" He winks, licking those delicious lips and restraining to touch me yet again.

"I'll think about it" I chuckle, feeling that awkward blush reaching my cheeks. I head back to my desk and focus my mind back on my given task. Marking papers and this time, without any distractions. "You should probably go, you have a class in 5 minutes, you want to get there before the bell. Don't leave your students waiting"

"Yes Miss Mills" he taunts and damn, I didn't think hearing my name would send such shivers down my spine. I guess it's because he is so sexy and admirable. I bite back my chuckle and wave him out the door. What am I doing?

Finally, all the papers were marked, and I couldn't be more proud of my 11th graders. I am feeling very optimistic about them all passing my creative writing class. I shut down my classroom, and lock up on my way out.

I start here at 6am, it's barely daylight, and I finished here tonight at 7pm, it's as though my whole day is dedicated to being here and as though I have no life outside of work now.

But the one thing I enjoy, is heading to granny's diner after work for my usual salad and coffee on my way home.

"You look down" her sultry voice rings to my ears. I flutter my eyes up to her daring gazing. "How about I finish early and I can make you feel... high again" she winks all the more.

"As tempting as that offer is, I'm a little exhausted tonight" I rub my temples more realising my headache is still present after such a long day. "We'll have to erm... catch up another night" I awkwardly blush. She instantly nods her head and continues to smile harder as she hands over my order. "I'll see you soon Rubes"

"Yes you will Miss Mills" she runs her sexy little tongue over her pearly whites, sending shivers to my core as I remember what the sexy muscle has done to me many times.

As I hop off the barstool and shake away those images, a boy runs straight into me. Thankfully I didn't spill a drop of my coffee and my dinner was still secure in its plastic box. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" he rambles.

"It's quite alright deer" I kindly smile to the boy, who must be the age of 16, but a very mature sixteen year old he is. I must say though, for the small town we live in, I have never seen this boy around my school. "You don't go to storybrooke high so you?"

"No ma'am" he politely responds. Ma'am. That's very formal, maybe he isn't from around here at all, he could possibly be visiting. "My mom and I are looking at houses, and I'm sure we will look into that school as there is no others local, but we miss Granny's, it used to be my favourite when i was a child. My grandparents live here"

"Ah I see. Well welcome back to storybrooke and maybe you'll start at my school, I assure you, you will love it" I grin, as I glance down to his hands where he carriers a book and a pen. Maybe he's a writer, I look forward to having him in my class. That's if he starts of course. "I should get going, goodbye"

"Have a nice evening ma'am" he bows his head and shuffled around me, instantly running to granny and throwing his arms around her. It seems his vivid memory of storybrooke is still in tact. But he is not at all familiar with me.