Bad Girls Good Guys: 4

Bad Girls Good Guys: 4

Rolling over, I turned my alarm off and stretched, moaning softly as I unbuttoned my shirt. Letting it hang open, I got out of bed and started getting dressed. I pulled on a strapless navy blue lace bra with matching panties, pulled on shredded white skinny jeans, pretty much the weirdest outfit for a teacher to wear. But I was never normal in the first place. I finished, shrugging on my Roar Ankh Button Front Shirt, adding a little bit of lip gloss and eyeliner. With that done, I grabbed a few notebooks that I had to use instead of my iPad, and placed my guitar in its case so I could take it with me. With a grin, I threw my hair up into a messy bun, leaving a few strands out to frame my face before placing on my hat, as I went into my kitchen to see Spencer sipping a cup of coffee.
“Sleep well?” I asked, making my own cup with cream and sugar. Spencer nodded, pushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Checking my pocket watch, I grabbed an apple and started munching on it as I got out the jello from the night before, placing it on a plate after removing the plastic wrap, keeping the mold in place as I started filling a bag with plastic sporks and tiny bowls. I finished my apple and threw the core way, leaning up into Spencer. His hazel eyes widened as he stared at me. I felt that all familiar chill going down my spine, alerting me to being watched. I pulled on his tie, softly kissing his lips. “Why so quiet, Dr. Reid?” I questioned softly, keeping our faces close.
“Ah… Oh… Um…” he kept on tripping over his own words, his pale flesh tinting pink. I kissed his softly once again before pulling away.
“If I were you, I’d eat something. We have a very busy day ahead of us.” I stated, handing him a muffin. It was a banana nut muffin. He silently watched and ate the muffin, following me with his eyes as I went about making a fruit salad. Soon, even that was done and placed into a box with the brain. “Hm…” Tilting my head, I smiled faintly. “I guess it’s a good thing that this crazy stalker wants me so much, otherwise I’d have problems taking all this into the school.” I stated, while turning and facing the young Caucasian man. He looked down at the box and nodded, grabbing it and taking it to the black SUV. I grabbed my to-go cup of coffee, my bag with my files, along with my guitar. Shoving my keys and phone into my pocket, I left my house and locked the door, quickly placing the case in the back seat before getting in.
“Um… W-What’s with the case?” Spencer asked, nodding back to my guitar.
“Ah, it’s part of today’s history lesson. Unlike most teachers who follow the same boring plan every year, though it is part of the curriculum. I decide to make it more… Fun.” I stated. “Children cannot just learn when everything is black and white. They need color to help make the lesson stick. If it’s not interesting, the students forget.” I shrugged. “It’s easy to forget things that don’t leave a big impact on your life, such as sights and smells. Without that vibrancy, the children just don’t see it as anything worth knowing and remembering.”
“Thinking of it in that way, it really does make more sense than how teachers are currently teaching their students.” Spencer agreed, focusing on the road ahead of us. “If it wasn’t for my eidetic memory, I probably would have struggled a lot in school…”
“In simplified terms, a photographic memory…” I suggested, placing my fingertips together. “Though, unlike with photographic memory, eidetic memory allows you to remember things in more clarity, pretty much placing you back into that moment of seeing it, allowing you to relive it. Downside of having an eidetic memory is that auditory remembrance is harder.”
“I… Yes, you are correct, how did you know?” he sounded a little surprised.
Giggling, I looked at Spencer. “I would have that exact problem with my own eidetic memory if it wasn’t for my mother and father.” He looked confused as his eyebrows knitted together. “My parents would blindfold me and force me to do multiple things while they talked to me, having me parrot whatever they were saying back to them.”
“Isn’t that a little… extreme?” Spencer asked, pulling into the school parking lot.
I shook my slightly. “No, because my parents didn’t have me do anything that I could get hurt doing, such as cooking or doing the dishes. We actually made it into a game. It was one of the few things they had me do in both English and Finnish. Mum would give me directions in Finnish for me to do; I’d repeat them in English while doing them, and vice-versa with my father.” Sighing, I remembered how fun it was going through a maze without the use of my eyes to guide me. Spencer clipped his guest badge onto his shirt and got out; I followed and grabbed my bag and guitar case while he grabbed the box with the salad and jello. Soon we were entering the school, showing our badges, and were waved to my classroom. “Good morning, class!” I greeted cheerfully when I entered. “Ah, you can put that in the mini fridge.” I stated, pointing at said machine.
“Morning, Miss Annabel!” they greeted back, equally cheerful.
“Welcome back, Trevor and Matthew, I hope your grandmother is feeling well?” I asked, looking at the identical redheaded twins. They simply nodded, their shaggy red hair flopping with their movements. “And speaking of your grandmother, the class decided to make get well cards for her.” I went over to the basket and sorted through them, pulling out the cards for Mrs. Lillian Manson. “Here they are.” The twins took them and split the pile in half, putting them in their backpacks.
“Thank you.” They stated, their voices syncing into one as they hugged their friends.
“Matthew, do you know who is running your grandmother’s shop?” I asked, looking at the youngest of the two. Unlike Trevor, Matthew took great interest in flowers and enjoyed helping the old woman care for hers.
“I think James is… but I don’t remember,” he shrugged, going to his desk.
Nodding, I stood up in front with Spencer. “Who’s the giant, Miss Annabel?” Trevor piped up, looking bored with his head lying on his crossed arms.
Spencer’s face turned a light shade of pink as I giggled. “Well, Trevor, this here is Dr. Reid. He’s going to be helping me for a few days.” I spoke while bringing up the worksheet from yesterday up on the board. “Dr. Reid, mind giving the twins the worksheet?” I asked, handing him two copies. He took them and placed one in front of Trevor and one in front of Matthew.
“How tall do ya think he is, Matt?” Trevor whispered, leaning across his desk.
“How tall are giants, Trev?” smiling Matthew looked back to the front.
“First, we’re going to go over our vocabulary. After that, we will review the math worksheet. Matthew, Trevor, I want you two to copy the answers, but so you know I added a second worksheet like the first to yours for you to work on tonight. I would like to see it attempted by tomorrow morning.” The two children groaned, placing their heads against the cool wooden desk top. “Now, none of that. Otherwise you both get no jello later.”
“Jello?!” the both stated, sitting straight. I nodded. “Marti!” said brunette just smiled at them both, waving at them before looking forward.
“Class, if you are done, maybe we can start on vocabulary?” they nodded and got out their sheet and pencils. “First word, rhythm.” Jade raised her hand first. I nodded to her, giving a copy of the list to Spencer.
“A pattern.” She answered.
“Yes, a rhythm is a pattern. Any personal definition?” Jack raised his hand. “Yes Jack.”
“Isn’t it something found in music?” he questioned. I decided to take out my guitar and put it on, holding the pick ready.
“Mostly a rhythm is linked with music. But it is a pattern, also known as a beat. Your heart has a rhythm. It is the body’s metronome.” I stated, lacing my fingers together and making a heartbeat sound with the heel of my hands. “Different things can affect this beat.” I stopped and held onto my guitar, getting ready to strum. Spencer had taken to leaning against my desk and watching. “If you are calm, the beat is slow and relaxing,” with that said, I started playing a calming tune. “If you are out playing and having fun, it becomes fast and sometimes irregular.” I picked up and started playing faster, watching as they jotted down notes. “In music, what instrument holds the beat?” I asked, looking over as Martin slowly, and timidly raised his hand. “Go ahead Martin.”
“The drums. They keep the beat for the others.”
“Correct. Just like the heart keeps the beat for your body.”
“Um, what is the definition for ‘power’?” Spencer asked, moving on to the next word.
“Tanner.”
“Wouldn’t electricity be a power?” the auburn haired boy asked, blinking his green eyes owlishly. I turned the projector off as the young agent grabbed a marker.
“Yes, in a way it is.” He explained. “But there are multiple different definitions for a word like ‘power’. Electricity and energy in general, is probably the most common way to define ‘power’. Power can be used to describe someone’s talents and/or skill. For example, Miss Annabel has wonderful teaching powers.” I couldn’t stop the blush that consumed my skin from the complement. “But power can also be used in mathematical equations, such as finding the measure of rate of doing work or transferring energy, usually expressed in terms of wattage or horsepower. The symbol it takes is just the letter ‘P’. It can also be a shorthand, if you will, that is the number of times a quantity is to be successively multiplied by itself, usually written as a small number to the right of and above the quantity.” Spencer explained, showing what he’s talking about on the board.
“Another form of power is strength and dominance. One who can easily influence or control people. Also known as authority figures, such as police officers, fire fighters, the President, and even your own parents until you are eighteen years old.” I added, smiling at them. “If you’re having problems and one of them is around, then ask them for help.”
“Like tying your shoe?” Timothy asked, looking confused.
Spencer and I laughed at this statement. “Yes, even tying your shoe if needed.” I agreed.