Teacher's Pet-UPDATE!Mikey gives a helping hand

Alright, so I had this over of the other site, and decided I'd post it over here since it would be MUCH more easy to update on this quick little site:] Soooo yep, here ya goooo....
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I hadn't even stepped foot inside Crestview Elementary School yet, and I already had a feeling that I wasn't going to fit in with the rest of the faculty.

'You want you're degree, don't you? I'm not letting you give up now,' the little voice in my skull pushed, telling my feet to just take those last few steps through the double doors in front of me. I instead pushed a hand through a clump of my black hair, prolonging the moment as much as possible, until it couldn't be put off anymore. I sighed, and placed my hands on either door handle, dragging myself into the fluorescent lit hallways.

The lights were harsh compared to the natural glow of the sun outside, and it took a moment for them to adjust to the lighting above. When they did, however, I saw nothing extraordinary, nothing new. Just a white wall with a water fountain mounted to it's side. I also, from the corner of my eye could see the door to the main office. 'Where I should have been....' I looked down at my watch. '7 minutes ago.'

Grreeaatt.

I briskly walked to the front office. After quickly sticking a name tag on my shirt, I tried my hand at joining the already assembled group of about 9 other student teachers as quietly as I could, to no avail. I wound up stepping on a blonde girl's well polished big toe, which stuck out of her open toed shoe, and hitting the man next to me with my elbow.

I had made my first impression on my fellow educators in training, and it was quite apparently a memorable one.

A tall brunette woman finally turned to the group, seeing that I was now there, and she impatiently smiled at me. "Glad to see you've joined us, Mr..." She looked down at the name tag I had been given to wear. "..Way. Any who, I, Sharon Barcus and the rest of my staff, welcome you all to Crestview Elementary."

The next ten minutes dragged on uncomfortably, with few memorable quotes made or heartwarming moments shared. After what seemed like a very painful lifetime, she finally brought up the only important piece of information: Room assignments.

"Alright, Miss Lee Ann Rose..." she started, and continued down the list, naming off students teachers, teachers they'd be working with, and room numbers again and again, never changing her order of saying the three. "And Mr.Way, you'll be working with," she glanced down at her list one more time. ,"Mrs. Amanda Titter, room 110."

Don't even try to tell me that you wouldn't laugh if I was in my place, because I'd know you were lying.

Before I could stifle it, a snort and smile leapt to my face, and even covering my grin with my hand couldn't hide my amusement. However, it was obvious that Mrs.Barcus had heard that crack one too many times. She simply gave me a stern look before thrusting an information packet into my hands. I realized then that Sharon Barcus was not someone to fuck with. Not at all.

Ha, I reeeeaaaalllllyyy need to get on getting the other updates over here:P Too bad the other site isn't loading, or I could copy and paste them over here in a jiffy! Darn!

Oh well, we shall see what I can do.

OOh. This is good.
Very very quite good.
I want more? Now? XD

Because, yeah.
The Rmy is so not working.
Oh geez. I wonder if it will ever work again.
I wonder if it needs to, like....switch servers or something...

Anyways! This is good!
Cannot wait to see what happens....

I held the paper stiffly in my hand as I roamed the halls, looking for my assigned classroom. Room 104...106...108...My heart beat quickened. Room 110. I took a deep breathe as I stood in front of the door. "Now or never..." I muttered to myself, and slowly opened the light colored wood door in front of me.

In the very front of the room stood a tall, curvy hipped red head woman with shoulder length hair. She held in her right hand a clipboard, a pen in the other. "Karen?" she called in a high pitched tone, my brain finally figuring out that she was calling role. She was wearing a light blue button-up blouse(And with the way that the shirt accented her...titters, I was very seriously wondering if maybe Titter was just her nickname) and a pair of woman's black slacks.

As soon as I entered the door, the children almost instantly turned their little heads my way, looking up at me with questioning eyes. Mrs.Titter took the hint and also turned my way, and smiled brightly when she saw who was there. "Ah, Mr.Way, we've been expecting you," she said warmly, strutting across the room, her heels 'clicking' with each step. She placed a hand out for a handshake, and I, in a daze, accepted it.

Her hand was soft and extremely warm for the lack of heat in the room. "I'm Mrs. Titter, but please just call me Mrs.T." she asked, staring up at me through her dark, long lashes. "Ah, nice firm handshake, I see. I like that in my men," she said, and if I wasn't mistaken, she winked.

Wait, she was a Mrs, right?
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"Well, Mr. Way, if you would like you could take a seat over there; You'll just be observing today," She said, handing me a seating chart and pointing to a gray swivel chair behind what I assumed was her desk. I quickly nodded, and held my head down as I walked to the chair, feeling quite shy.

Even as I sat down in the chair, I could feel dozens of little eyes staring at me, and it was surprisingly unnerving. A little girl with brown eyes looked straight at me as I got situated, and turned her head back to Mrs. T before raising her hand.

"Yes, Emily?" Mrs. T called form the front of the room, looking up from her clipboard. "How long is he going to be here?" a little voice asked, her eyes flickering between Mrs. T and myself.

"Emily, his name is Mr. Way, and he'll be her for...Hmm, how long will you be here?" Mrs. T asked, her head cocking to the side.

"Umm, uh..." My mind stuttered and stopped before I could get anything intelligent out of my mouth. "Urr, t-two months?" I stopped, and searched my brain. "Yes, two months."

"Well then, Emily, he'll be here for 2 months," she said, and she threw a small smile my way. For some reason, I had the strangest feeling that Mrs. T was trying to communicate more through that smile than just a friendly gesture.

After that, Mrs. T jumped right into a lesson about fractions, which continued for God knows how long. With the way she went on about improper fraction, I couldn't help but feel bad for the kids. Mrs. T may have been....attractive, but she sure didn't have a way with words.
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But, somehow, the children paid an incredible amount of attention to the lesson, most specifically the boys. They watched her every move, followed her every instruction. Ah, so these boys have crushes on her, do they? I thought. I couldn't really blame them. Just the way that her hips swayed as she walked in front of the blackboard oozed sex appeal, and that smile could attract men from miles away.
Before long, the class rose from their seats in unison without having to be told, and rushed to a group of cubbyholes that lined one of the classroom's walls, pulling out their coats and lunchboxes.
"C'mon, Mr.Way, time for lunch," Mrs. T said as she strutted over to her desk to grab her things. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, realizing I was in blocking her coat and lunch that sat underneath the desk. I began to pull the swivel chair back, but she placed her smooth hand on my thigh before I could get very far.
"Oh, don't worry," she said, giving me a look that was surely some variation of lust. "You can stay right there..." She leaned across my lap, her perky breasts grazing my legs. She began moving her hand slowly up my thigh, her hand getting dangerously close to my crotch, as she came up from under the table, clutching her dark brown coat and lunchbox in hand.
"Mr.Wa-ay," she said in a sing song voice, now looking at me innocently. "Lets not be late."
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Later tonight, I may post a new update on here for all of your lovely people. Just a heads up:]

hahaha, first comment!

I liked it...teachers are so bad. haha

One wonders what would have happened if I had followed through with my original plan and became one.

I actually feel kinda bad for Gee...(it is Gee, isn't it? All I know is that his last name is Way...)...Mrs. Titter may be sexy, but I actually get the feeling she hasn't got the greatest intentions...

Although, who wouldn't fall ion love with either of the Way boys, right? Exactly. Maybe it'll work out well.

MimeIsMarauder wrote:I actually feel kinda bad for Gee...(it is Gee, isn't it? All I know is that his last name is Way...)...Mrs. Titter may be sexy, but I actually get the feeling she hasn't got the greatest intentions...

Although, who wouldn't fall ion love with either of the Way boys, right? Exactly. Maybe it'll work out well.

Ha, maybe I should have made it clear, but it is Gerard Way, not Mikey. To tell you the truth, I can't actually picture Mikey as a teacher:P

Before I start this update, I just want to say that I CANNOT stop staring (and laughing) at your new avatar, sOOPERsPUNN. It is amazing:D

Now, onto the update!
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I slowly stood up, and began following Mrs. T. She led the kids down the hall, and dropped them off at a set of double doors, leading into a large room labeled the "multi-purpose room", AKA, the "We were too damn cheap to put a gym and auditorium into this building, so deal with using the cafeteria for everything" room.

She led me to a room across the hall, then, and into a room filled with who I assumed were teachers. Some crowded around the assorted vending machines, while other talked at the three small tables that fit into the room.

"Amanda!" a man's voice called from across the tiny room. "Hey, Frank!" Mrs. T, or Amanda, called back. "Come over here!" A stumpy man with wavy brown hair in a button up shirt and a tie came over to meet us at the doorway. "Frank," she said, placing a warm hand on my shoulder. "This is my new student teacher, Gerard Way."

The short man smiled, and put out a hand for me to shake. "Hey, nice to meet ya. I'm Frank Iero," he said as he shook my hand with a surprising amount of force, coming from a small man.

"Hey, Frank, do me a favor and show Gerard around while I get my snack from the lunchroom?" Frank shrugged. "Sure I can."

After Amanda strutted out through the door, Frank took me over to the vending machines. I leaped at the one that was labeled "coffee". That was something, no matter how crappy it was, that I could never pass up. As I took my first sip, Frank threw a surprising question at me.

"So, Amanda put the moves on ya yet?" I almost spit my coffee out on the guy right then and there. "E-excuse me?"He surprised me yet again by laughing. "C'mon, are you blind? I know Amanda, and for as long as I've worked here, she has at least shoved her tongue down the throats of all of her student teachers. And from what I've heard, let's just say that the lady's weren't off limits, either."

I just stared, wide eyed, in response.
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Sorry that it is so short, but I am tired and am going to bed. More sooooonnnn....

I just stared, wide eyed, in response.

"But...but...She's married! And a teacher!" I stuttered, and I could tell Frank was amused.

"Oh c'mon! Do you think being married would stop her from getting some action? Her husbands a pilot, isn't around much. It's the perfect situation for her and her incredibly high libido."

"And how do you know about her extremely high sexual drive?" I questioned, studying my coffee a bit too much to be normal.

"Well..." he said, leaning in so only I could hear, "Let's say when I was the new young stud around here, she was quite...welcoming."

What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

"Uh...I need to step outside for a bit," I said, and before he could say anything else, I dashed through the doors and to the front of the building.

I whipped out my cell phone, and looked through my list of contacts until I found the one I needed. After a few rings, Mikey picked up the phone.

"Hey, Gee."

"Mikes, my teacher's a seductress."

There was a pause, and then loud laughter on the other end.

"This isn't funny!"

"You're right, it isn't. It's fucking hilarious! Sounds like something straight out of porno, dude!"

I sighed. He was never the sympathetic one.

"Listen!"

"Ok, ok..." he said, calming down. "What leads you, my wise big bro, to thinking that the teacher you're paired with is"-snicker-"a seductress?" he said, dramatically.

"Well, let's see..." I told him about the swaying hips, the touchy-feely-ness, the thigh grab, even her last name("Titter? God, this IS something straight out of a porn!").

"OK, just calm down. I mean, maybe she just thinks your a haw-tie," teased Mikey, and I was tempted to shut the phone there and then. But I couldn't hang up on my little bro.

"Look, it isn't just me. I talked to another teacher, Frank something...He said, basically, that she's notorious for trying to get in her student teacher's pants, and that...well, he said that she didn't mind getting booty from the ladies either."

After some more laughing, Mikey finally said, "Look, just ignore any moves she puts on you. If a 'naughty thought' comes around, imagine that she's Mrs. Clement from second grade." Mrs. Clement was a teacher both me and Mikes wound up have in elementary school, and she looked like a sharpei, minus the cute fury-ness.

I had a feeling Mikey's plan would work.

"Ya know, I think you're onto something, Mikes. Thanks."

"No problem...teacher's pet."

With a sigh, I hung-up, and walked back into the school, cold coffee in hand. When I walked into the teacher's lounge, Amanda awaited me, a seductive smile on her face.

"Trying to run away from me, I see..." she said, looking up at me through her long lashes. "Let's go back to the classroom to eat lunch, get to know each other a little better..." she said, trailing off suggestively.

I could do nothing but follow as she walked through the door.

No one's commented?

Damn!

Well...its great I think...where is more of it? T_T

I almost forgot about this little bugger...O.O

Hm, MAYBE I'll update soon...If I have any ideas.