Danni's POV
The day seemed to crawl by so slowly; ever since I walked through the transparent double doors of the school building, minutes were transformed to hours. Was it just me or was every face in this place marked with pity and solemn?
Working in a school was part of what caused my father's estrangement from me. That, and of course my sexuality. He always said I was too smart to waste away as a teacher, and that I was capable of so much more. He seemed to think it was just a dream that would not really go anywhere, it was only when I actually started my degree to train for it that he realised I was completely serious. My mum would have backed me, she did in fact. She just was not here to see me finally graduate and start my employment. For reasons different to those of my Father's.
If only he saw me now.
I loved teaching more than anything, seeing the growth of students as they grow a genuine understanding of the world is such a fascinating sight, and its super rewarding to be a part of it. And I've finally caught up with all of the work that I'd fallen behind with, so generally things were going well. But that doesn't completely cure the boredom sometimes associated with the job, as well as the hardships.
For example, most students were absolute gems to teach, but others were ridiculously challenging and make it seem that ruining your day is an undying challenge they've burdened themselves with. And today appeared to be one of the days when classed were feeling particularly insolent.
Period one was fairly tolerable, the year 8 class sat a mid-topic quiz and it was okay for the most part, aside from note passing and whispering every now and then. I'd only had one cup of coffee at that point however, so was in no mood to deal with it.
Period two was the year 10 class. Apparently there had been a fight in the corridor just before the lesson, which meant that they were in no mood to discuss the poetic devices used by Lord Bryon. The entire class seemed to be resistant to any prospect of learning and I resorted to keeping all of the students at break- it made no consolation to me because it was Mr Marsh who had to sit in with them whilst I was on duty in the corridors.
Period three was even worse, and I ended up getting multiple items thrown at me, as well as a table flipped over by a particularly troubled child. Usually things like this actually intrigue me and make my day so much more interesting, at the very least it gives me something to talk about in the teachers lounge. But I was not in the mood today.
By the time the bell rang signally the end of period three and the start of period four, I almost jumped for joy to find that I had my only free period of the day, and then it was lunchtime- so I had almost two hours free, and then I had my final class of the day with the year 7s. They were pleasant enough, and usually seemed too scared to say a word out of line, being the youngest in the school of course.
After issuing a couple of detentions, I sighed and sunk my head into my hands when I was finally alone in my classroom. After a few minutes of collecting myself, I rose from my desk and made my way to the teacher's lounge for the coffee that I was aching for. I sat in there for a while, and before long it was time for the final period of the day. And then the strictly professional study session with Emily. I hadn't seen her at all around the corridors today, and found myself resisting the urge to drop her a text and check how she was doing.
Final period flew by and after a few minutes of scrolling through Instagram, Emily appeared at the door and awkwardly waved through the glass. I waved her in and she took the seat next to me behind my desk. She was wearing baby blue boyfriend jeans today, with an orange and green striped tee tucked into them, this usually would have been a horrific clash of colour but she rocked it. She finished off the look with some plain vans and had her hair half tied up, it was hard not to appreciate the way that random strands of curly hair framed her face.
"You look adorable," at this, she wrinkled her nose and frowned as if I had said something absurd.
"You're a dork." She stared at me for a while, still smirking before saying "What's up? You look stressed." Her features consorted and pulled with concern.
"I'm okay," and I didn't have to lie. The second I saw Emily, all of the bad just dissolved. "What have you brought with you to study?" I tried to be serious as I said it, but her smirk instantly resurfaced and replaced her look of concern.
She reached into her bag as if to take something out, and instead pulled out her hand with her middle finger stuck up.
"Flipping off your teacher? That can get you a day of isolation, Emily." Again, I tried my very best to remain placid and serious as I said it.
"It's a date." She added an ironic wink at the end of this. By now, every single terrible class and trouble I'd had during the day had completely left my mind and all that remained was Emily.
We continued to banter and talk for what felt like half an hour, but was in fact 3 hours. We were both too entangled in the laughter to realise how fast time had passed.
But we were instantly snapped out of it when Mr Marsh entered the classroom and quizzically stared around, almost as if through me and Emily, rather than directly at us. "Hello sir, are you okay?" I asked pointedly.
"Yes, I'm grand thank you, Miss Wilson. I just heard voices and assumed it was a bit late for you to be here." He sounded ridiculously patronising and annoyance was filling my body.
"Well as a matter of fact, Emily was about to leave before your entrance. We've been busy." I signalled a hand at all of the books and pieces of work that we had laid out on the desk, as a precaution for something like this.
He didn't actually respond to this, before walking out of the classroom. Wordlessly, me and Emily tidied up the faux work before she headed out of the school and started down the road.
I waited six minutes, and as agreed, headed out of school also before pulling up beside Emily and giving her a ride home. Mr Marsh's obsessive presence made it so that me and Emily had to be overly cautious, and it was often something we had joked about.
I usually dropped Emily at the street next to hers, in case anyone saw us and asked questions, apparently she had nosy neighbours. This did not surprise me as I had grown up in a similar street, where somehow my neighbours managed to slip the news about any relationships I may have been in to my parents, before I had the chance to. Society had come a long way in terms of acceptance in the short period of time, but I don't think Emily's parents would be as accepting of this particular circumstance.
As I pulled up to the now-familiar pavement to drop off Emily, she turned back just before leaving the car and hesitantly glanced at me.
"Are you ok-" but I was cut off short as she brushed her lips against mine, slowly at first. She moved her hands to each side of my face and continued to move her lips against mine. Warmth spread throughout my entire body as she deepened the kiss, and moved her hands down to my waist. Her tongue danced with mine as her hands lingered on my waist, squeezing gently before increasing the intensity alongside the kiss. The firm feeling of her hands holding, clinging, to my waist should have hurt. But it merely added to the heat which was circling around my body.
In a matter of seconds, her warmth faded and then I noticed the absence of her lips against mine. "Not yet" she mumbled against my mouth, teasingly almost. And then she backed out of the car.
I sat and watched her stroll off into the distance, until she was nothing but a dot at the end of the street. I hadn't even started the engine when my phone chimed and Emily's name appeared on my phone.
"Thought you'd get away with not telling me it was your Birthday on Friday?"
How she knew it was my birthday in 2 days, I had no clue. I scrolled down and saw that she had left a link. When I opened it, I realised it was a booking confirmation for a hotel in a town that was 2 hours from here. I didn't mean to let my smile completely take over my face, before she sent a follow- up message reading "road-trip :))".
I could not actually begin to describe the contentment I felt in that moment.
A/n- Hello! I hope you're all well. Thank you for your continued support :)))
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