The Melody of a Protagonist

Chapter 15- Busted

                                                      Chapter 15.

Aurora ambled out of the bushes giggling merrily, her arms lustfully cradled around Lucas Jambi's neck in an intimate embrace.

"We shouldn't be doing this.." she breathed fervently, tilting Lucas' awaiting lips toward hers.

Lucas intertwined his arms around Aurora, forcefully pulling her toward him as he tenderly kissed the contour of her neck. Aurora moaned a little in delight, tossing her head to the side as she allowed the weight of her petite body to fall gently back into Lucas' able grasp.

Bailey froze on the spot, caught off-guard. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Err, miss?" she finally blurted out, smirking an amusement at the situation.

Aurora's lustrous brown eyes immediately sprung open, sudden trepidation striking her pale face. She hastily pulled away from Lucas' grasp, sudden panic pulsating throughout her feeble body.

Lucas was much coyer about the situation; he chuckled to himself a little, pulling Aurora's skirt back down over her exposed black silk panties. He lightly placed a kiss on her cheek, squeezed her shoulder in reassurance and then headed back toward his work van.

"You have twigs in your hair miss." Bailey half-smiled, as she turned to continue off toward the office.

Aurora absently reached up and pulled some twigs and small leaves from her exuberantly coloured hair. She stared blankly at the verdure she'd collected during her early morning exploits as it lay motionless in her hands.

The vacant, shocked expression soon shifted from Aurora's motionless features as her recollection of the current situation hit her for a second time.

"Hey- Please.." she called out, palpable anxiety projecting in her voice.

"Don't worry miss, I won't say anything" Bailey called behind her.

Perhaps it was because she was in a particularly grateful mood; not being caught herself or maybe Bailey recognized something familiar in Aurora that she could relate to. Though, for whatever reason, Bailey never did tell anyone about what she'd seen.

Aurora quickly buttoned up her midnight blue work shirt and hurried off toward the staff bathroom. Her head was still spinning a little uncontrollably.

"Fuck fuck fuck" she muttered to herself, shielding her face from view as she rushed past the now impetuously approaching students and staff members making their way to homeroom.

Aurora successfully made her way to the staff toilets without arousing too much attention from passersby. However, one year 8 boy whom of which she did not know did give her a discerning smirk upon noticing the obvious ripped holes in her dark stockings.

Aurora locked herself in a cubical and kicked off her yellow heels. She swiftly slipped off her torn black stockings which now, admittedly, did have unusually large, unexplainable holes.

A small smile spread across her face as she reflected back to the mornings events; Lucas' rough beard brushing across her cheek, the support of his warm arms intertwined under the curve of her back, drawing her torso toward his anxiously awaiting lips.

She frowned at the torn tights in her hand- it had been incredibly sexy having Lucas fiercely rip them apart during a particularly intense moment of passion; though, it was rather inconvenient as far as acceptable work uniforms go.

Stopping first to take a short breath and recollect her thoughts, Aurora then headed back out into the main bathroom. She cringed at her appearance in the mirror. There were dark dirty marks on her face and still a couple of leaves tangled in her hair. She picked them out and wiped her face with some paper towel, re-applied her lipstick, then diligently strolled out back into the fray of adolescent education.

"I wonder what classes I have today?" She thought to herself, as she sauntered toward the front office to check the daily bulletin. AD... AD.. Aurora searched for her initials, ah, there she was. English, Drama, Science and Sport. Erhh... Sport... she winced in displeasure- Not being an overly athletic person herself, the thought of students yelling and running around for an hour and half was not something she greatly enjoyed. "Gee, thanks Alex" she muttered under her breath; it was not the first time the daily organizer had placed her in her least favourite subject areas. Probably on purpose, she suspected.

"Ok, year 9 English in B5...Charlotte French" she murmured quietly, sorting through the work extras absent teachers had left for their classes.

"Mmm, this must be it." Aurora pulled out a blue instructional sheet and a collection of printed notes. "Students are working on text response questions... Anne Frank... blah blah blah" she read a little monotonously to herself, as she began walking over to the "B" block on the South-east end of the school.

It was already 9:14am by the time Aurora finally made it to the year 9 English class. The students were mucking about outside the classroom; throwing balls of paper at each other, talking loudly and trying to climb the walls by grabbing onto the windowsills.

Henrietta Mabbit, a much older, senior teacher was sticking her nose out of her classroom a few doors down. She shook her head disapprovingly at the ruckus the year 9's were creating.

Aurora waved at her, acknowledging she'd arrived and was about to take the class in. Henrietta retracted her plump head back into her own classroom and closed the door; the censorious, judgemental look on her face appeared to remain permanent, however.

Aurora rolled her eyes in response after her petulant co-worker was out of sight; they'd never been very fond of each other.

"Alright year 9's, it appears you have me today." Aurora called over the noise, trying to get the student's attention.

Several year 9's stopped what they were doing and looked up at Aurora, a few better behaved students smiled. However, a couple of boys toward the back of the group were still shouting, trying to hit each other with their pencil cases.

"Come inside please" Aurora continued, trying to project a slight hint of authority in her voice.

The group of year 9's followed the instruction obediently, though they were still quite noisy and unsettled. Aurora spotted the girl she'd met yesterday behind the run-down old portables.

"Hey!" she greeted in surprise, perhaps a little louder and more enthusiastic than she'd intended.

Hanna jumped in surprise, a little startled by the sudden attention. She smiled up at Aurora, her expression appearing just as confounded.

Three students lingered at the back of the group, blocked from view by some lockers. The white fabric of a boy's shirt was the only distinguishable visible feature.

"Come on guys, we're already running behind!" Aurora called, slightly agitated now.

Two boys appeared from the lockers, followed by a tall, blonde girl- the same blonde girl Aurora had met earlier that morning.

Aurora's heart skipped a beat. The girl didn't make eye contact with her; she appeared more interested in what the boys were doing.

The two boys were laughing, playfully punching each other on the arm. Aurora analysed them critically, anxiously fearing that they may know something. The two boys didn't give her as much as a second look, seeming far too consumed in their own affairs. Aurora's pulse rate settled a little.

Aurora entered the room and the class eventually settled down, breaking away from their lively conversations, slightly curious to hear what their irregular teacher had to say.

"Good Morning, I'm Miss. Davis; Miss. French is away today, but she's left you some text response questions which I'll hand out in a moment"

The entirety of the class groaned unenthusiastically, slinking back into their chairs and hitting each other with their textbooks in protest.

The sudden crash of a snare drum emanated piercingly through the disgruntled classroom from a nearby room down the hall....

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...To be continued