It was rare that a new teacher ended up at Frankie J. Scott often wondered if there was some sort of APB out on it, acting as a warning for the teachers of America, warning them to stay far, far away. It would definitely explain why it seemed only the most dysfunctional messes ended up working there. What was even rarer was that the new blood turned out to be a hot lady scientist. Basically Scott’s perfect woman, and that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Since the incident with his engagement, he had been totally thrown off his game. He didn’t want these feelings, but they were lingering, doing weird things to his brain-to-mouth connectivity whenever she was around. He was sure she had caught him staring at her, and probably thought he was the words biggest weirdo when he dropped his attempt at conversation mid-sentence. She made him feel tongue-tied, and if that wasn’t bad enough, he had totally forgotten how to flirt. All in all, the outcome wasn’t looking good.
Her classroom was next to his. He had stopped by a few times, but never quite worked up the courage to actually walk in. He thought about dropping by again, but almost as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into the woman herself. “Shit,” he mumbled, stepping back a bit to let her walk past. “Actually, no,” he shook his head. She probably thought he as completely deranged, given that he hadn’t actually said a word to her yet. She would probably be right. “Um… you aren’t going to the cafeteria, are you? Trust me, it’s not worth it.” He reached up to scratch his neck under his stubble. “I usually get my lunch at the deli on the corner. You can come with me, if you want. Trust me when I say it beats whatever slop Blaine and Shane are serving today.”
Nikki balanced her bag on one arm and a few soccer balls under the other. After ‘accidentally’ having a student kick one and hit a passing teacher during an experiment, she thought that it might be best to lay low on the physical part of physics, even if it was fucking hilarious. She’d have to leave Newton’s Laws to be learned in a less dangerous way, or at least until enough time passed that she could do this lesson again without complaints. She was just about to head out the door when she was inches away from smacking into Scott.
“Whoa!” she teetered slightly, but a grin grew on her face as he just moved to the side rather than completely scurrying away as per usual. “Thought you were Betterman about to come get his revenge. I’ve never been happier to see you.” From his actions, she was anticipating watching him leave again, but her eyebrows shot up in surprise when he did the exact opposite. It’d been months of will-he-won’t-he, and it was nice to finally see him fall on the will side. She’d been waiting for him to make some kind of move, and as entertaining as it was, it’d started to become more agonizing than anything. “I was just going to dump these in my car, but yeah, that sounds great. And hold on, are those actually their names? I thought you were all fucking with me, like ‘ha-ha, here’s the newbie, let’s give her the most ridiculous sounding wrong names.’ But wow, they really are Blaine and Shane. That’s somehow poetic and tragic all at the same time.”