Ismiled softly at my sister finding Alice in a hurried panic right before our morning classes is one of my favourite pass times. Buzzing like a bee my sister ran from every room in the house balancing between making breakfast and packing her school bag. "Calm down Alice," I said listening to her shouted response from the back room which I figured it was probably a fancy way of saying 'no' since I couldn't hear what she was saying. "Our last housemate should be here after orientation," I yell at her again and the blonde comes down that stairs gym clothes on already.
"You're driving." She says tossing me the keys.
The ones a catch without a second thought, "Course always on first days."
"Shut it, Natalia." She replied starting up her iPod, "Pack my breakfast and bring it, would you? Oh, and I made enough for you too." She said before running off and out the door.
"Bye Sis," I called before reaching over grabbing one of the chocolate pancakes she made eating it periodically while I packed the car sending Wanda a quick text.
How's Russia?
Moments later my phone beeped with Wanda's reply.
Cold
I laughed laying on the couch phone in hand.
Nat: That's normal
Wanda: Even Pietro's cold. Didn't even go for a run.
Nat: Guess who just left for one though?
Wanda: Alice. First-day panic attack?
Nat: Something like that. I'm meeting her at school in ten minutes so I should let you go and drive. When does your flight land?
Wanda: I should be there by 3rd period maybe second if things go well. Turn the phone off Nat.
I chuckled again moving my ass reluctantly off the couch and out to the car. The smell of freshly fallen leaves and the early dawning air fills my lungs oh, how I loved the autumn season.
I walked down to the football field with Alice fall close behind me. Our first class out of many was Physical Education meanly to keep us in shape otherwise we'd look like potatoes. At least that's what Alice always says. She's resting her head on my shoulder watching everyone else file on the field with groans of displeasure. We were 10 minutes early when the teacher came to the ground.
"If you're here early you should start stretching," He said and I craned my head to look at the large man walking towards us. "I'm Mr. Rogers, don't think because orientation that you will be given an easy day." He walked in front of the group of early students and I finally got to look him up and down. Blonde sloppy hair, broad shoulders that could probably break the doorframe, I couldn't tell though how muscle defined he was because he covered them up with a jacket and sweats. "I'm going to push you to your limits, but that doesn't mean you'll bench press your way through this year. You're going to run laps every day-"
I heard Alice groan beside me and leaned over to whisper, "Says the woman who ran to school this morning."
"Not that," She whispers back, "Him I have to deal with you flirting with him if he wasn't our teacher I'd say you'd sleep with him because he's your type. Like your type, your type."
"I get it, now listen." I said lightly smacking her side.
"Warm up lap. GO! GO! GO!" He yelled leading us down the track for a run. I stuck to Alice's side like glue and we found ourselves in front of the rest of the class but far enough behind Mr. Rogers that he didn't hear us talking.
"Now you get an ass-"
"Shut up Alice! Or I will date this teacher!" I said picking up my pace which she followed, then I sped up and she caught up. We did that until we were ahead of our teacher.
"Now you're giving him a view of your ass." She teased.
"And yours." I replied sharply.
"Well he can look but he can't have."
I sat front forward with Alice and Wanda. Wanda was messaging her boyfriend Vision feet on top of the desk. Alice, on the other hand, wasn't letting up on the topic of Mr. Rogers. "So when we're done with his school day I'm not going to find Mrs. Rogers in your notebook right?"
"Alice, it's not that. He's just a good teacher."
"Uh-huh, a good teacher. Is that why you were staring at his ass?"
"Stop it!" I said smacking her arm, which she did right back to me.
"Oh and suddenly you can't do yoga poses correctly and he has to fix your position. We've been doing yoga since we were freshmen in high school, Natasha. You know how to properly do Downward Facing Dog." She said finishing her comment with a raised brow. "You couldn't even flirt like yourself! You sounded like me after I take your advice." She said pulling out her books and phone.
"You aren't that bad."
"You're right I'm not bad I'm just unattractive."
"Shut up," I said because she really wasn't unattractive. She had an Angelina Jolie body type with the full lips too. The only difference was Alice was pale and blonde like the character she was named after. "Why are we taking history again?"
"Because it's a S.H.I.E.L.D. requirement and we both plan on applying after college." She said going through her summer study notes. "and Wanda is just tagging along..."
"I heard that," Wanda replied without even looking up from her phone.
"Why do you take the class if you study everything you'll need to know over the summer?" I ask leaning over to look at her notes and she turns over to look at me.
"For the..." She stops staring over at the classroom doors, I turn to look where she's looking and see our teacher walk in. One just as tall as Mr. Rogers and probably as fit though he had a rugged look to him that Mr. Rogers definitely didn't have. Hair down to his shoulders and- "Experience." Alice mumbled out and I turned to her my thoughts being interrupted.
"You and Professor Barnes huh?" I ask with a smirk and she hit me on the thigh with one of the history books.
He’s older, of course, they all are. A friendly poke here and there, what harm could it do. Does she know? Does she not? Never a moment goes by when he sends that harmless little notification... does he gush that I replied... is it a ploy to fuck another young one. Has he fucked a young one before? I’m all questions here, never would have thought he would like me... harmless crush... friendly flirting
That evening, Shawn had attended Ali's paint party, and hadn't really had a chance to paint. Amethyst had also gone, and was in a bad mood from the beginning, pushing Shawn away when he tried to help. Things got out of hand after that, causing Shawn to lose his best friend, his girlfriend, and get hit in the face. All because Amethyst was jealous of the flirting between Shawn and Tiffany. He tried to explain to everyone that it was nothing, but nobody wanted to hear it. After all was said and done, he left with Tiffany, who had also been hit. He hadn't meant to take sides, but he felt he had to at that point. He followed Tiffany out into the hall and shut the door behind him.
"I'm really sorry about all of that," he started. He looked down the empty hallway and then back at her. "I never meant for any of this to happen." He reached up and touched her lip lightly, trying to wipe the blood away. "That must really hurt," he said quietly. He took her hand in his and started to walk down the hallway toward the elevators. "Let's go back to my room and get you cleaned up." He didn't wait for an answer as they got on the elevator and he pushed the button for his floor. He stood there silently for a second before looking down and realizing he was still holding her hand. He slowly started to pull away. "Sorry, didn't realize I was doing that." He stared at his feet for a moment.
