Spectator

III

My gloved knuckles touch the smooth door as I knock swiftly on the wood. Luke had left me outside Mr Blackbourne's office after I had told him to go to his next lesson and I was lowkey regretting the decision.

"Come in."I hear an authoritative voice.

Sighing, I twist the cold metal and walk into a grey minimalistic room. I choose to ignore the teacher in the desk and instead look around the office. It seems very clean for a teacher. Where are the unnecessary post it notes and motivational posters?

"I need a schedule. I was told you print them out." After surveying the room and seeing no threat, I finally look at Mr Blackbourne and almost gasp in surprise but remember my training and keep my face passive. The so called 'Mr Blackbourne' looks very young to be a teacher of this level. I swear important people handle student data. Who is he?

"I see. Can I have your name miss..." he speaks with hesitancy since he doesn't know my name. I stare calculatingly at the man. Slicked back brown hair and cold steel eyes meet my gaze. His pale thin fingers sit on his keyboard and he has one perfect eyebrow raised, waiting for my answer as if he's entitled to know everything about me.

I've decided. He pisses me off. Don't question it.

"Athena Frost. I'm new. Clearly." I state with confidence, only mumbling the last part.

"I see Miss Frost. Give me a few minutes I'll bring up you're schedule." He replies, not bothered by my cold attitude.

You know what, fuck Mr Perfect and his ugly ass.

As I'm about to go towards the window opposite his desk, the door is burst open and a wailing adult walks in.

"Owiieeeee!! I'm bored all you do is work!" Exclaims the second psychopath of the day, first being Luke.

"Dr gr-!" Before Mr Blackbourne can respond the weird dude speaks up again.

"Don't Dr Green me mister! When was the last time you left this room? As your doctor, I demand you go out for fresh air, it's your break!"

Oh so the doctor has morals. Wait, this reincarnation of the mad hatter is a doctor??

"Dr Green I have a student with me right now please give me a minute then we can talk." Replies Mr smarty pants, clearly getting riled up. Ooh he has seniority problems. Huh, so does every other teacher here though.

The doctor turns to look at me and I raise my brow at him. His curly blonde hair was held back with a black hairband and his green eyes shone with shock and humour.

"I- I- oh." He splutters.

"Nice to meet you too doc." I say, humour lacing my voice.

"Well then Mr Blackbourne you can leave. I'll finish printing out your student's schedule." Dr Green orders him matter of factly as soon as the shock wears off.

Mr Blackbourne huffs, knowing he's lost and gets up from his chair. The suit he is wearing is wrinkle free despite the fact he has allegedly been sitting here for a while. Oh and why is he in shape? He should be a stocky teddy bear not a muscular smarty pants. Are all American teachers like this? Nah Mr Hendricks is a good example of typical teachers.

As Mr Blackbourne leaves his room, Dr Green goes and sits in the black leather chair behind the desk and spins around a bit.

"Could I have you're name love?" He asks with some sort of sweet American accent.

"Athena Frost."

"Oh a Greek goddess! Of wisdom I believe!" He replies sharing his knowledge on mythology. As he spins in the chair, opening up files.