It was a cold winter day and you were heading home. You had just got picked up from school by your parents for the ump-teenth time for fighting school.
But it wasn't your fault, the other kid just had to call you a hotheaded freak of nature for no reason. Where you really gonna just stand there and take that? Hell no! So naturally you were going to stand up for yourself, and naturally you got in trouble for a fighting a fight that you obviously didn't start. Like the principle would really listen to you though. Hahaha! Gee, don't you just love school sometimes?
Oh, well. At least you didn't get suspended. Despite the fact that you did get.... aggravated a little bit easier than others, you still had some of the best grades in your class. Others looked up to that quality about you and even asked you for help, heck, you basically had your own tutoring job. And it's thanks to that little fact that you met him.
“_________” the secretary called you from her office the next day, “could you come in here for a minuet sweetie? The principle would like to see you.” she informed as you walked in. Groaning you shuffled your way through the office door just behind the secretary's desk.
“Ah, Ms. __(l/n)___, come in, come in.” Mr. Kirkland invited in his thick British accent.
“Hello Mr. Kirkland, isn't time for your morning tea?” you asked although you already knew the answer. Hell, you were already in the middle of preparing his tea for him!
Taking in the smell, he took a sip of the warm, steamy liquid and sighed with contentment. Then he kinda just sat there with a look of realization before he looked at you (with you sipping from a tea cup of your very own) and said, “You're in here way to often.” You kind of just giggled at promptly stated that it was his call, not yours.
“Yes well, anyways, I do still have to give you a punishment. Hmm, well, I could always expel you...” he began, but upon hearing the word “expel” you shot up from your seat and walked right up to his desk.
“No! You can't do that! If you do all the kids in my tutorials will have to suffer as well!” you snap.
“Oh right. I completely forgot that you tutor kids after school,” then a sly smile spread across his face, making your stomach turn with uneasiness. “Alright then, I won't expel you. But you do have to take on another student for your after school tutoring.”
“Uhm, I can't do that sir. I already have way to many stu-”
“It's either that or suspension.” he cut you off. Okay, you didn't care if this guy was principle, he could be the freaking PRESIDENT, either way this guy was crusin' for a brusen' real fast.
“That's not fair” you say through grit teeth.
“Life's not fair” he spit back. You swore you were about to stand up and beat this guy when you heard the school bell ring. “Better get to class before you're late.” As you turn to walk out the door he calls out behind you, “He'll be there at the end of the day, his name is-” but you cut him off with the slam of the door. 'God, this principle must just love to pick on me' you thought to yourself as you made your way to class.
~* Time Skip!*~
It was the end of the day and you were heading to your tutorial session. 'Okay God, let's hope it's not one of those days where I get only one student, I really don't want to run into this guy'. For some reason you had an uneasy feeling about meeting this guy, a really uneasy feeling.
As you fished out your key to the class room (yes, that's right, you have a key like your a teacher, because you're just that epic) you were greeted by a wall of yelling.
“I still don't see why the fuck I have to be here, God damn it!” a somewhat tall, tan, reddish-brown haired boy yelled into his cell. “Well fuck, what the hell do you want me to do about it huh? I know pieces of wood that are more interesting than the bull shit they give us in class!” he was silent for a moment, obviously listening to what the other end had to say before he hung up in an angry fit.
He then noticed that he wasn't the only one in the room and turned to you, glaring with his vivid crimson eyes. “What the hell do you want bitch?!” he snapped at you.
You hadn't even met this guy yet, and he had somehow already managed to jump his way onto you're last nerve. This was going to be a fun lesson, or so you thought, but it didn't take long for him to loose interest and completely ignore you! “Hey doll, you think you could hurry up? I actually have things to do, something a goody-goody like you wouldn't understand.” That did it! You were through with dealing with this ass hole!
The next sound that echoed through the empty school hallways was the sound of your hand making contact with his cheek. Followed by the sound of him toppling out of his chair and falling on flat on his ass.
“What the hell?! What was that for you bitch!” you slapped him again, this time across the mouth to shut him up.
“Okay! First of all, my name's not 'you bitch', it's __________ got it?!” you started as you stepped on his chest with your “two-ton” black combat boot, “and second of all I don't care WHO you are, in here you are MY student, and you WILL give me respect! If not, you're going to wind up eight feet under, do make myself clear?!” you ranted as you put more weight on his chest.
“*cough* ok, first of all it's 'six feet under'-”
“No, eight feet, cause I will knock you an extra two feet if you don't shut the hell up and pay attention!” you yell as you lift your foot from his chest. Slowly he picked himself up from the floor and back into the seat, but not before he wrapped his arms around your waist and sat you on his lap. “What the- ?!”
“You said 'pay attention' you never did say to what.” He smirked as he took a firm hold of your chin and smashed his lips into yours. The kiss was soft, but not for long. Soon he shoved his tongue in your mouth, exploring every inch of it.
You wanted to struggle, but the kiss just felt so good, you couldn't help but to kiss back. Never parting your lips from his, you turned on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. But soon need for air made you two part.
“Heh-heh, who knew teacher could kiss so well.” He smirked as he slapped you butt. Which in turn you slapped his cheek again. Instead of getting angry, he just laughed though. To him this was something fun, and who knows maybe this one will be a keeper. After all, it's not like just any girl will fight back. Then he started laughing.
“What's so funny?” you asked a bit irked.
“Science, that's what I'm failing at, and since you're a tutor,” he pulled you closer, “why not help be with some practice and we'll work our way back to theory?” (I got this from a “Red Bull” commercial lol XD) But before he could do anything you grabbed his cowlick and stared him down.
“If you're that anxious to learn, grab a book, other than that you can figure that out on your own.” he stated as you slid off his lap, giving a slight tongue to the cowlick.
'Ha-ha-ha, oh this is gonna be fun. Damn do I like 'em feisty!' Al thought as he stared at you. Ya know, for a hot head, who knew you could be so cool?