inspired by The Breakfast Club...again

I had no idea what I was signing up for when I signed that application form. 

"Now, that seems to be everything..."

I was blissfully unaware of all the shit and the piss to come raining over my excuse of a life just because of that stupid signature at the bottom of that stupid form. 

"You'll be shadowing a Mrs Jane Pulmer in 5A until you've completed your certificate."

I left school without a clue in my mind what I wanted to do just that I knew I wanted to leave high school immediately and transfer to another place where they didn't know me and all the mistakes I'd made. 

"Hope you know your history!"

I didn't. I had no fucking clue. 

"Welcome Miss Y/n, hope your time here at Shermer is long and fulfilling for you!"

I was dismissed in my business skirt and my little fancy blouse and my slouchy cardigan with tufts of curls dangling in my face every few steps I took. Guessing my way through this career that I have assumed to take seemed like a pretty good description of what I was doing. I clutched some blank papers to my chest, ready to be filled with snarky comments from the students or suicide note drafts. 

Either way, I was fucked. 

Doomed. 

I knock on the door, straightening myself out even though the class was almost empty. I hesitated nothing a ginger-haired lady in her late 30s confronting a student with a blush on her cheeks. I followed her gaze to find an older senior smirking at her through his big brown eyes, clothes hanging off him lazily in a fashionable yet dangerous way. 

I entered once the tension seemed to clear the air but only slightly. 

"You're dismissed Mr Bender," he huffed, eyes lighting up into another personality once seeing myself holding the door open for the student with my back.

I would've returned the brightened complexion if it wasn't for the guy towering over me, musk being fanned into my nostrils by his charm and his smirk making me shorter by the minute. 

Composure. 

"Y/n! Great to see you, they're not all like that I promise," Jane laughed behind her huge old fashioned frames. 

I looked to the door again, frowning at the empty corridor with a face in my mind. 

"Well I hope not..."

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I hadn't actually done anything meaningful until the following week with my new title and introduction being enough for both teacher and student. I just sat there, noticing how Jane Pullman's skirts could do with an extra few inches and how her morning coffee always seemed to land on her cream cardigan. 

She never cleaned it until someone pointed it out- which certainly wasn't me.

Maybe if I had Karma and the universe would've been in my favour that Thursday, with a sudden outburst into the chilly classroom turning my face permanently white. 

"Y/N my kid has thrown up everywhere it's actually disgusting and the school needs me to come to get him immediately. I can't find anyone else to cover, would you?"

A game show timer went off in my head, I looked to all corners for a room hoping for an answer to be written in permanent ink but alas there was nothing! There were timers on my shoulders inching down to ten but she knew from the start that she was aking no question with the desperation and conviction on her face forcing me to agree. 

"Of course anything you need, hope your kid's okay," I swallow my tears and smile at her and her situation. 

She hurries about, manicured nails grabbing her keys coat and purse in a hurry while explaining the lesson plan to deaf ears. All I could think about was how they'd laugh, oh how they'd laugh at my stutters and fumbling if I got nervous. What if the VHS wouldn't play? What if someone accidentally switched the Renaissance documentary with por-

"Brave face Y/N, you're good and you know your stuff. Just show them who's boss and don't let them step all over you," she smiled, rubbing my arms before I waved her off with a giggle and she left while yelling goodbye. 

Without time to think the bell went off and the murderers began to slouch in...

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"Hey everyone, Mrs Pullman had an emergency so she had to go but I'm sure we'll be fine together without her so let's get right to it shall we?"

There was a sea of expressions all with different eye makeup and some even wearing piercings in that area. The response was well overall and less suicidal after Mrs Pullman's extensive recaps that lasted the whole lesson until the next recap the following day. 

Defeated the whole object of a recap. 

"Before I play the tape, I want you to contribute one fact to me for the board about the renaissance. Even if we go back to basics, give me anything."

A hand or two lifts up but it's all too bright and blurry on this stage to count. 

"Yes, Barry?"

"Uh, it took place from 14th to the 17th century?"

"Perfect, it did indeed," I scribbled it down on the board as quickly as possible, not caring how it slanted or how some of the letters looked bigger than the others. 

"Anyone else?"

Tumbleweed. 

Breathing. 

Hyperventilating. 

Calm. 

Anxious. 

"How about the direct translation? A reminder that renaissance literally translates as 'rebirth' so it's all about retrieving what was lost in the middle ages-"

There was a veiny, tartan-clad arm sticking out from the cloud with hundreds of eyes watching it in anticipation, including my own. 

"Yes, Mr Bender?"

The arm drops to reveal the amused face of Mr Beder ready to spit out a joke to impress the classmates who would fry him alive just to save themselves. I had observed this over the last week and grew sadder and sadder each lesson we shared together.

"Could you say that word again- the subject Miss?" 

"Renaissance?" I reply in confusion, not catching onto him as quickly as I should've. 

He throws his head back with an exaggerated groan.

"Oh! It sounds so cool when you say it Miss Y/N," the sound of my name rolls off of his tongue like a bowling ball on wood, hair flicking as he acts out his thoughts for his classmates. 

I grin, returning to my mindmap behind me, unaware of how much time we were wasting until I glanced at the clock. The students waited for me to crack, leaning in with the silence but I learned from Mrs Pullman. 

"Just show them who's boss and don't let them step all over you"

"It appears that it was very cool to regain the advances in science, art, and government that had been made by the Greeks and Romans. Very cool indeed Mr Bender, just like yourself or it seems that is how you wish to portray yourself to your classmates."

A giggle here and there. 

"You see, just like Mr Bender, it seems, the Renaissance seemed great to the arts and the economy, however, once one began to dig in, there were many negative aspects of the Renaissance such as the creation of an overtly rebellious and violent democracy. Sounds very familiar doesn't it Mr Bender?" I lean on the side of the blackboard, face squishing my cheek in amusement as he grows humiliated in front of the class.

Another sea of giggles rumbles the earth like a Mexican wave. 

I could've felt guilty. 

I could've.

I would've if I didn't witness so much inferiority and inequality because of this student and I was unprepared to let this pattern to continue especially over me and my career. This was fun too, I could get used to it. 

"Video time," I clapped my hands, making the brunette jump in his seat a frightful glare on his face that only made the adrenaline spark through me instead of draining it. 

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I sat at the desk, picking my nails and looking up occasionally as if that would stop that Bender kid from staring at my legs shamelessly.

 The bell rang and pierced my eras more effectively that earrings. They scrambled out of the class with fewer bags than usual, gathering all their things in a race against time before I could even say my peace. 

"Thanks, everyone for their contribution today. Things will be back to normal next week, Mrs Pullman and her poor kid will be brand new by Monday so look forward to it!"

I take the tape out, placing it back in the cover and pushing the TV to the corner with a huff. I don't even remember doing it, I was like a real-life teacher at this point. 

"Miss Y/N," a voice teases from behind me, I shoot up from the corner of the room gasping towards the door. 

He didn't even leave, he was that quiet for that long and I had no clue he was still there. 

"Can I help you with something Mr Bender?" I sigh, leaning against my desk while gaining the courage to go near him in case he acted with his stereotype by springing something on me for being an unconventional teacher. 

"Yes maybe you could, I think you have a real stick up your butt and might need help removing it," he snaps lightly, his pissed-offness showing in how tight his fists were that you couldn't even fit a needle in them and how wide his eyes were that his sunglasses couldn't hide them I'm sure. 

I laugh, moving some desk stuff away growing a little suffocated by Jane's dreadfully cluttered desk beneath me. 

"I can assure you, Mr Bender, that your teenage angst and rebellion won't work on me, I'm the future of teaching and I won't be bossed about by a boy."

The 'boy' part of my declaration seemed to hurt his masculinity more than my feminine superiority in this situation and he began towards me. My eyes trailed the desk for any weapon that I could find- you know- just in case...

A letter-opener?

Extra sharpened pencil? 

"And I can assure you Miss Y/N that there ain't no boy in this classroom," he is right before me, controlling my heartbeats and my breaths with his own against my will. 

Somehow he's controlling my entire body, my temperature and my thoughts to the point where I just submit to this kid against my desk and there was nothing I could do about it. 

"I mean it kid, don't push me around. This gig isn't a pit stop for me, this is real life we're talking about here," I get angrier, pushing more heat through my words and onto his dangerously close face. 

Only now was I grateful for the weirdly paced desk out of view from the window, what would they say? 

What would they say if they walked by my door and saw me trapped in between the legs of a powerful criminal, looking as though I was submitting for a lifetime? 

I looked like I was and I felt it too. 

"You're pretty sexy when you get angry," he whispers lightly, brushing a hand from my temple down to the side of my chin, hips pressing into the inside of my thighs that dare to open on me. 

God damn it. 

"I'll be back."

He finishes his little seduction routine and leaves my thighs and heart be, sauntering out of the class with his head higher than it was when he walked in. 

He left me a mess with me cheeks redder than Mrs Pullman's hair and guilt finally becoming an emotion that I was finally familiar with but not guilt that I was that close to a student but guilt that I didn't do more. 

"I'll be waiting..."

I had no idea what I was signing up for when I signed that application form.