mr teacher.

jacob hale. marketing. boss.

[xodayzie-blog]

Dayzie rolled her eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh as she tilted her head back. “Great. Very helpful. You know, it’s not my fault no one told me being a dance major of all things would involve so much damn paperwork,” she was clearly frustrated, but not desperate. She wasn’t about to beg or justify her actions to someone who wasn’t even her professor. She simply thought he’d be nice enough to help. “And for your information, they were tequila. Jello shots are for the weak.”

[jacob--hale-blog]

His smirk grew and Jacob shrugged his shoulders. “You should try marketing -- I’m sure I give out two papers at a minimum every week -- college kind of sucks, doesn’t it?” A chuckle left him, the man knowing he was being more than tough on the girl -- but she clearly seemed to be able to hold herself. “Someone who know’s their alcohol -- admirable, probably stupid when you’re still in school though. It gets you into this position.” 

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

“Come on, sir,“ Lennon begged, hopelessly. She was part-way through her physical theatre essay when her flatmate convinced her to go out. And Lennon being Lennon, didn’t even think twice about closing her laptop, putting on her dancing shoes and forgetting all about it. “I’ll be honest - everything just got a little bit out of control. One hour turned into to and two turned into three and – what can I say, I’m easily led,” she sighed, her eyebrows knitted together in her best please feel sorry for me face, “It’ll be done by the end of the day. I promise. Just talk to him.”

[jacob--hale-blog]

“Ah, so it was peer pressure?” Jacob rubbed his chin, amused with the situation but trying to hide it. If there was one thing he was good at, it was manipulating others. Jacob was convinced that was what made him a good teacher -- being able to fake concern, fake support or friendliness -- to get what he wanted out of his students. “Maybe you don’t need an extension -- just better friends.” 

[valxbaibry]

Valentina couldn’t believe that she had left behind something that had previously not left her sight since she got them as a present. Her sunglasses were her everything, which might sound a bit crazy to most people, but they had costed her, well her parents, so much money. At the man’s response though, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes slightly as she brushed her fingers through her dark locks, “Would you like me to answer that question honestly?” She muttered before shaking her head, “Look they have to be in the classroom somewhere. I just left.” She turned and began searching around the area she had been sitting in, “Can you help? I mean, technically you are a teacher and your job is to help the students,” she glanced over at him, but looked away before he could see the teasing smirk that had made its way onto her face.

[jacob--hale-blog]

Jacob didn’t come from a wealthy family, in fact he came from one that was considered living below the poverty line. This was partially what pushed him towards building his business within the school -- he got good money from it, so did the girls -- so he could support himself. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t make much as a teacher. No matter how many hours he pulled, or how many extra tutoring sessions he did -- Jacob didn’t break the bank until he cashed his dirty cheque. He toyed with his pen some more, watching as the girl looked around the fairly large classroom. “How much do they retail on the streets?” Jacob pursed his lips slightly and leaned back in his chair. “’Cause if it’s a lot you should ask around -- maybe play desperate, though you’ll probably need to not look so -- rich.” The word almost rolled off his tongue, his own smirk forming when he retrieved the pair of sunglasses from his desk drawer, putting them on and draping an arm over his chair. “How do they look? I was thinking of getting a matching bag.” 

[svlcm]

“I’m usually not that much of a nuisance, I just-,” he sighed, shrugging his shoulders as he pushed himself up. “A guardian angel, thanks man.”

[jacob--hale-blog]

“Don’t worry, you’re not in high school so I won’t lecture you.” Jacob chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “I will probably teach you how to heckle people better -- and probably to perfect that swing of yours. The alcohol makes it lazy.” 

[campbellhq-blog]

“i mean, it was worth a shot, y’know?” diana shrugged, not sure what to do next. “to be fair, the jello shots were a stellar path to take when you’re at a party, you’d probably have a lot of fun at gatherings. you look young enough, probably blend right in with those seniors..”

[jacob--hale-blog]

“So you were just taking a whole rite of passage kind of thing then?” He mused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I could blend in, sure, but I already did the whole college thing -- the novelty wears off after a while.”

[ecdgame]

Gabriella sighed at his comment. Normally she got her work done, but this time she may have been a little distracted. A party happened and lets just say that there was some things she wanted to forget for the night. “Oh come on, I’m sure you could convince them. The worst they can do is say no. You haven’t even attempted to try yet!”

[jacob--hale-blog]

“Usually people come running to me with money or free football tickets.” Jacob shrugged his shoulders and pulled out his phone, purely to have something to play with and see how far he could push the other person. “I could give them a call, course, if it really was that big of a deal.” 

[rcmington]

“Figured I’d give it a shot.” She couldn’t help but laugh at herself for even asking. She knew it was a long shot. “No jell-o shots, unfortunately. Just pure procrastination at it’s finest. I mean, I wish I had some off the wall story to tell you, but I just… Didn’t feel like doing it.” She figured there was no harm in telling the truth. He wasn’t her professor, after all. 

[jacob--hale-blog]

If there was anything Jacob didn’t see a lot of in his time as a teacher, it was honesty. Usually students took their time to craft up an elaborate excuse, wanting nothing more than to trick their professors into giving them more time. Jacob was usually pretty easy going with this kind of stuff, but the man liked it when he could sense the desperation wreaking from the other person. “I like that there’s no story -- means I don’t have to fake being concerned or interested.” A small chuckle left him and Jacob licked his lower lip. “Tell you what -- I’ll take them out for a beer or two, maybe get them drunk enough so they can’t be bothered getting angry with anyone for handing it in late.” 

[jacob--hale-blog]

New people!!!! Swear I’m not usually inactive I’ve been battling a huge case of the man flu, but I would love to plot (specifically with Drew or Jacob). If you want to know more, message me! :)

[svlcm]

“I’m not going to lie, I’m fucking trashed,” Salem said, letting his head fall back against the brick wall next to the pub he’d just been booted from. “Walk me home and I’ll owe you one. Owe you three, even.”

[jacob--hale-blog]

“I know, I saw you in there.” A small chuckle left him and Jacob pushed his hands into his pockets. “I’d probably leave you here if you weren’t a student, c’mon, get up.” 

[valxbaibry]

“Please tell me I left a pair of Versace sunglasses on this table. I swear, my dad is going to kill me if I lost another pair,” she let out a heavy sigh, glancing around the area for them before shaking her head.

[jacob--hale-blog]

“Good thing it wasn’t a paper of yours or you’d be even more worried, hm?” Jacob raised his eyebrows and exhaled a sigh. “I haven’t seen them, but someone’s probably picked them up by now.” 

[jacob--hale-blog]

“Extensions don’t work that way,” Jacob tilted his head to the side slightly and mused over how far he could really make the other person beg. “I mean -- I know that teacher, sure, but not well enough to convince them to give you a break.” A small chuckle left him and Jacob shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe less jell-o shots next time, hm?”