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That Wasn't Supposed to Happen (Lord Dakol and hypergondala)

Lord Dakol

Lord Dakol

Supernova
Joined
Jun 28, 2009
Location
California
The weather around the school was surprisingly warm for what was supposed to be a cold day. Students waited for the bell to ring, not bothered by the uniforms they wore; dark shirts and vests and tan pants for the boys, and sleeve-cut tops and short skirts for the girls.

Mark Hadleigh listened to the roaring murmur of voices as he strode into the school yard, ignoring the glances from some of the girls around. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was loosely worn around his torso to hide the toned muscles, tucked underneath black pants, tightened by a belt. A young man of twenty-seven, his hair was a dark brown, cut short but still leaving an attractive collection of bangs on his forehead. Bright green eyes were dimmed by the wire-thin glasses he wore upon he nose, lending him a studious, handsome look.

His eyes flickered to the skirts that all of the girls wore, but paid no attention except for exasperation. Could the principal be more obvious as a pervert? At least make it more subtle, he thought, placing his head in one of his hands as he sighed. It was the start of a new school year, and that meant new students. He sincerely hoped there wouldn't be much trouble this year.

Entering his classroom, he set down the messenger bag onto the desk and organized his things a bit better. He glanced at the calender that was neatly slid underneath a plastic viewing plate, and sighed, knowing he didn't have much to do this month; or rather, this year. He supposed that not having a girlfriend would do that to a man.

Finally, the bell rang, and Mark sat on the edge of the desk, waiting for students to come in.
 
RE: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen (Lord Dakol and hypergondola)

America was very, very different to England. This was something Elise had noticed as soon as she'd looked at herself in her new uniform in the mirror this morning. The skirt barely came three quarters of the way down her thighs, if that - this wasn't helped by the fact that most of her 5'7" height was her legs themselves, long, slim and creamy coloured. She would have worn tights if it weren't for the searing heat.

To Americans it may have been quite cool but this was hot compared to England and Elise wasn't used to the constant sun. Her arms, shoulders and cheeks now had a light sprinkling of freckles thanks to the sunlight and this paired with her red hair made her feel like she was becoming a stereotypical geek or something (thank god for contact lenses), despite the fact that she was actually...well, incredibly good looking.

Her hair was long, red and lightly curled and this plus her slim body had often caused people to call her a Karen Gillan lookalike. Her nickname back in England had been Amy Pond or just Pond depending on who was addressing her so she wasn't even used to being addressed by her real name. As she walked into the school grounds in the new uniform, her shoulder bag bouncing on her hips as she walked she recieved a few glances from the male side of the school and a few glares from the girls. Wonderful, so she was english, ginger, smart and apparently hated before she'd even opened her mouth.

She just headed straight to her classroom and walked in, finding a seat somewhere around the middle as she cast her green-eyed gaze to the teacher.
 
As Mark waited, he picked up the folder that held student names. Flipping through it, he came to specially marked page that said "TRANSFER STUDENT". "England, hm?" he muttered, looking over the name before tossing it back on the desk.

It wasn't long until students began to come in. He heard the droning chatter of voices, ignoring them as he got out the day's materials. However, his eyes flickered towards the gorgeous redhead that walked in. He subtly trailed his sight down her figure, stopping at her chest and flesh of her thighs, becoming hidden beneath the skirt she wore. For once, he was thankful for the dress code that the principal exacted. As she sat down and gazed at him, and they connected for a mere split-second. Mark noticed the green hue that she had, similar to his own eye color before he cleared his throat and looked away, gently pushing up his glasses with his middle finger.

"Hello class," Mark said as the second bell rang, "I'll be your English teacher this year, and I hope we can get along without trouble."

"Now, my policy at the beginning of the year is to have each student introduce themselves, giving your name, age, and something we don't know about you. I'll start, eh?" he straightened his stance, his gaze piercing into each student, though when it passed over the green-eyed girl, it slightly faltered. "My name is Mark Hadleigh. I am twenty-seven years old, and I also teach the History of Music. We'll continue by rows, starting on the right."

As each student responded, some hesitant but most casual with giving details, his gaze fell upon the same woman again as it was her turn to speak.
 
Elise looked back up at him, watching him with curiosity. For a teacher, he was...well, more than just good looking. God damn it, why was it always the ones out of bounds that had to be so....perfect? Even his voice was lovely, he was the type of person she could listen to all day.

When it came to her turn, she sat up slightly in her seat. "My name's Elise Chambers, I'm 19 and I have three horses back home. I moved from England with my parents." she gave a small wave to the rest of the class with a smile, sorting out her books on the table so they were neater. The rest of the room gave their small speeches and she took this oppertunity to check out the rest of her class.

It was quite easy to tell who was stuck up and who wasn't just by the way they delivered what they were saying. A few girls seemed quite nice and a few of the boys were okay, but...she kept glancing back up at her teacher as they addressed him. She wasn't the only girl in the class doing this, thankfully, so it looked a bit more normal than anything else.

Shifting in her seat, she listened as some people said how they played instruments and others that they took part in sports. She wasn't much into football, rugby or american football but she had been toying with the idea of being a jockey - she just so happened to be too tall for that profession, much to her annoyance. She did still have her horses though and that was good enough for her, seeing as she wasn't musically talented at all besides having a fairly decent singing voice and she was completely hopeless at anything remotely mathematic or scientific.
 
As she spoke, the name instantly registered in his mind as the transfer student. He smiled, hearing her lovely accent. After the rest of the class had finished, Mark handed out their homework schedules and list of materials. He placed them down himself, and handed the papers to Elise, his eyes once more trailing over her. He bit his lip as he moved on, She might be of age, but she's still my student. Fuck, he thought bitterly. And once he was done with that, he walked back to his desk and turned around.

"All right. We'll be starting on the literature of early Italy, making note of the authors of "The Prince" and "The Divine Comedy". Can anyone tell me who these authors are?" he asked, looking out over the class.
 
Most of the class just stared at him with blank expressions. When nobody answered, Elise hesitantly put her hand halfway in the air. "Uh, the Prince was by Machiavelli and the Divine Comedy was Dante." she smiled slightly. She hadn't read them at all aside from looking confused at something by Machiavelli, but she remembered who had written them from something else she'd read previously that mentioned them.

She picked up the list of materials and glanced over it. It all looked fairly interesting but she was definitely more interested in Mark at the front of the class. She had to bite back a smile every time she glanced over his body, wishing there wasn't the barrier of him being her teacher there...then again, he probably wouldn't look at her twice.
 
Mark sighed gently when no one had raised their hands, but looked at Elise in surprise when she answered... correctly. "Y-Yes, that's correct. Niccolo Machiavelli wrote "The Prince" and Dante Aligheri wrote "The Divine Comedy". Very nice, Miss Chambers," he said, smiling pleasantly at her before nodding. "Yes, these two were especially influential, but for now we will discuss Mister Machiavelli. Several rulers and tyrants have admitted to reading it like they would the bible, for one reason; the strategy of war. Even Hitler had said that he kept a copy of his book on his bedside..."

An hour later, the bell rang, dismissing students from the confines of Mark's class. He cleaned up the white-board nicely and turned around, preparing to sit down in his seat when Elise passed his desk. His eyes took another up-down glance at her before smiling. "That was very good, Miss Chambers. I hope you will be this responsive for the rest of the year," Mark said, leaning back in his seat and folding his hands over his torso.
 
She listened to him with interest throughout the lesson, leant back in her chair with her ankles crossed. Not exactly the most ladylike of positions but it was comfortable, to say the least and it gave her a good view of him as he talked, allowing her to look over his body...well, more than once. She kept reminding herself that he was a lot older than her (not much) and she would have no chance at all with him even if they were a similar age (you never know..).

When he tlaked to her after class she smiled at him. "Uh, thank you!" she gave him a warm smile back, standing with her hip cocked to one side. "It was an interesting lesson. I don't really understand Machiavelli when I read it, but I have heard of it before. I'll try." she glanced back and noticed that she'd left her pen on the table, hastily going to retrieve it.
 
Mark's gaze flickered to the way her hips rested on one side, and looked up at her with a returned smile. "It is difficult to understand at first, but you can get the hang of it sooner or later," he replied calmly. He loved the way her lips curved into her smile, biting his lip gently as she glanced back to her desk. Once she had noticed the pen she left there, he couldn't help but watch how her ass swayed and bounced with each step, creating a rising heat within his pants, and shifted slightly when they grew a bit tighter. Thankfully, though, his lower half couldn't be seen.
 
She leant over the desk to pick him up, inadvertently giving him a nice view of her arse as she did before she stood back up. "Anyway, um...see you next lesson I guess." she smiled at him and walked out, chewing the end of the pen absent-mindedly as she headed to her next lesson which was in P.E, or Gym as they called it. Her mind was still getting around all of the different words as she went into the locker rooms to get changed into the shorts and tank top they were supposed to wear. Whoever the principle was he was definitely a pervert, but Elise didn't mind. It was warm enough for her to be happy wearing next to nothing.

She pulled her hair into a ponytail and jogged out after the rest of the class to the fields, which just so happened to be very visible from his classroom.
 
As Elise leaned over to retrieve her pen, Mark gulped hard as he gazed at the full-rounded, luscious ass she had, her panties peeking out somewhat and exciting him even more. But he was able to control his facial expressions and reactions when she passed by, smiling as she chewed on the pen. A heavy sigh left his lips as he noticed the large bulge in his pants. "Fuck . . . life is cruel."

The next class proved a bit more uneventful. As his mind was still on Elise and that perfect body of hers, no other student caught his eye. However, he did go with the routine and had everyone introduce themselves. When it was time for them to begin reading, Mark sat down and glanced out the window. What he saw pleasantly surprised him.

Elise was jogging out onto the field, covered by the tight shorts and tank-top she wore. He watched with interest as she moved, unable to take his eyes off of her, even as the class finished reading and began to chat amongst themselves.
 
She stretched out when everybody else did, unable to stop herself from glancing back at the school, trying to pinpoint where his classroom would be. She quickly shook the thought from her head when everybody else started to move into a line. The assault course that was set up was just down her street - she wasn't a long distance runner and cheerleading wouldn't be her thing, but assault courses? Bring it on.

She watched everybody else do it and when it came to her turn, she'd already planned her route through as she vaulted over the first obstacle and started climbing up the rope ladder, suddenly wishing she'd worn a sports bra as she dropped off at the other edge when running through the tyres set on the ground caused a lot of bouncing up in her C-cups.
(As a side note, I have no idea how american schools work, so just...bear with me >>)
 
((It's fine. ^^))

Mark watched with absolute interest as Elise began the course, his eyes easily keeping tracking her of her full form. She's very good, he thought with a smile.

As she dropped down, Mark noticed how her breasts moved and instinctively slid his right hand down to his crotch and ran his thumb along the hard bulge, sending a gentle shiver along his body. However, that was all he attempted as he sighed gently, watching her until class ended.

Once lunch had come, Mark got his things and left the room, walking towards the teacher's lounge, and hoped he wouldn't run into Elise. He knew he couldn't take much more of this without essentially exploding.
 
She still had her hair in a ponytail as she walked through the school in her uniform, looking around with a confused expression. There were no signs and she didn't have a map so she was completely and utterly lost, trying to find the dinner hall so she could actually get something to eat and hopefully have a chance to make some friends. Most people had been friends before they came to the school so she didn't have any chances in lessons to even think about trying to socialize, but now she'd just managed to get herself lost.

Luckily in her eyes she saw a familiar face, the only person who'd really talked to her today as if she actually had a personality rather than just a pair of legs. She walked up to him a little shyly and tapped him on the arm, sort of happy to see his face again, despite how wrong it was for her to like him. "Uh, sorry, do you know how I get to the dining hall...?" she asked, blushing a little.
 
Mark had his emotions, sexual drive, and confidence completely under control... that is, until he felt a light tap on his arm and realized that it was, once again, Elise. He turned around, seeing her face and his own countenance changing into one of surprise.

"Oh! E-Elise..!" he exclaimed, his eyes darting to the gentle redness of her cheeks. "The cafeteria..? Uh, yeah, it's down-" he began to point and give her directions, but then decided it would be better if he actually showed her where to go. "Actually, follow me."

Mark then led the young woman down the hallway, passing the brief looks of some of the students, especially the females. He managed to keep himself calm, though just being in Elise's almost-radiating presence made him want to smile. Soon enough, he stopped at the open doors of the cafeteria and looked back at her.

"Here you go. I hope you have a nice lunch, Miss Chambers," he said. Then, without meaning to at all, his right eye quickly closed and opened, giving her a wink as he walked passed her. What the hell?! Did I just wink at her?! he thought, facepalming himself for his stupidity as he tried to get to the lounge as soon as possible.
 
She strode down the corridor alongside him, wishing she had hands to put her pockets in as she felt the eyes of most of the students on them. It was awkward in a way, in another way she was quite pleased that he was actually helping her out here. At least taking English wasn't going to be a regret.

"You too, Mr Hadleigh." she replied with a smile that slowly turned to a smirk as he winked at her. He'd winked at her - did he really just do that? Maybe it was something he did to all of the pupils but judging by the looks she recieved as she walked to the food counter, she was probably...well, probably wrong. She would have smirked more but she managed to hide it, pulling along her tray as she got her meal.

The rest of the day, she started to walk with more confidence, just hoping to run into him. Her hips took on a sway and she pulled her hair down so that it was billowing around her shoulders again, something that just so happened to gather more attention to her than before. She walked into her next class, sliding into the chair.
 
Mark had eaten his food in peace, his thoughts drowning out any noise as he ate his sandwich. He was still kicking himself for that decisive wink, sighing heavily as time passed by.

Near the end of his second-to-last class, Mark he watched as the students filed out and waited for the next class to begin, the one that he knew would take his mind off of Elise: the History of Music.

He glanced over his attendance sheet, calmly scanning it for names as the bell rang.

((Did you want her to have this class too? XD))
 
ooc; sure, why not xDDD

bic; She glanced over her timetable once more. Oh. She was in the next classroom across, not this one. She quickly got up and nonchalantly strolled into the next room as if nothing had happened, taking a seat at the front this time. History of music...where had she heard that somewhere before? She chewed on the end of the pen thoughtfully and she felt something hit her back.

She turned around, frowning at the lad sat behind her. "Try that again and I'll have your guts for garters, sunshine." she informed him darkly, her accent thickening as she turned back around to face the front, biting her lip. Way to make friends, Elise, threaten them for doing practically nothing.

It was then that she noticed Mark by the door. So...that was where she'dheard History of Music before.
 
His expression was calm and collected as he read the names, until he saw the "TRANSFER STUDENT" stamp and Elise's name, his face fell into shock. His left eye twitched, DAMMIT! he thought urgently; just when he thought was going to be able to get some peace of mind.

Mark's eyes darted to the seats and immediately recognized Elise's beautiful face and her luscious figure, and gazed at her a bit too long. He quickly looked away and walked to his desk until the bell rang.

He was able to speak correctly, repeating the same introduction as the last time, and did the same exercise. "For people who have already done this, don't worry, you won't have to do it again," he said with a friendly smile, glancing at Elise as he said this. Why did she have him in such a bother? For one, he didn't have a chance; she was his student...
 
She caught his gaze and she smirked back, leaning on one of her elbows as she glanced around the rest of the class while they gave their introductions. "I've done mine." she toled them when it came to her turn, doodling on the piece of paper she had in front of her to distract herself form looking at him again.

Elise, pack it in. He's your teacher, you have no chance with him - it's illegal anyway. she tried to tell herself, but when she looked back up at him all rational thought flew out of the window.

Goddamnit, why couldn't she like one of her classmates instead? Then again, they were all...well, idiots, to put it bluintly. Some of them were smart but couldn't be arsed, others were smart and up their own arse and other were just thick as two short planks, if not good looking. Mark seemed to have it all, smarts, looks and he was nice as well. Fucking hell.
 
Mark noticed the smirked and coughed, his face becoming a bit flushed until everyone had finished. He managed to start off without a hitch.

"All right. This class will consist of learning the different genres of music, starting at the very beginning: folk music," he began, speaking clearly, but every once in a while glancing at Elise to see her paying attention to him. But was she paying to his words... or him? The prospect excited him but made him regret his thoughts.

At the end of the school day, Mark sat at the edge of the desk as students left. "Miss Chambers, can you stay a moment, please?" he asked, his voice calm and professional, though inside he was very nervous.
 
She watched and waited as they left and the last student shut the door behind them as Elise packed her bag, glancing at him when she heard the door click. She left her bag on the seat and perched on her desk, her skirt riding up to show more of her thighs as she did. "You wanted me, sir?" she asked, running a hand through her hair.

She hardly noticed her skirt being so short but she did make the conscious effort to look him in the eye with a genuine smile, trying to keep the hint of cheekiness out of it.

He wasn't the only nervous one in the room. Despite her calm demeanour, her heart was beating under her shirt and it was taking all the willpower in the world not to jump over the desk and kiss him right there and then, despite the many people surging past the room that would be able to see them.
 
His eyes glanced at her thighs as they were more exposed and heard her inquiry. Fuck yes, I do, he thought, gripping the edge of his desk tightly as he looked back at her.

Mark was silent for a moment until he gained the courage to speak, "I'm going to be honest right now: I don't think it's a good idea for you to be in any of my classes, and I think you know why," he explained, biting his lip roughly and pushing his glasses up gently, trying to say what was needed without ACTUALLY saying it.
 
"...I...what?" she was stunned, shaking her head. "That's...ridiculous, what? You haven't even known me for a day - you don't even know me..." she stuttered out, trying to collect her thoughts so she could produce a more...articulate answer, looking away for a moment. When she turned back to him, she bit her lip before speaking. "I haven't done anything today except sat in your class and asked for directions. I don't see any problem at all."

Of course, ehw knew she was being...well, not unreasonable, but he did have a fair point. She just didn't want to admit that he had a fair point because she didn't want to give up his classes. "And what about my marks? I mean, english, yeah, but you're the only history of music teacher here."
 
Mark quietly listened to her argument, but he didn't want to budge, for he knew better. And he didn't want to do anything they would both regret. "I know," he lied, looking at her.

"History of Music is an elective. You can choose another class," he said, and it was obvious he was trying to not look at anywhere but her eyes. It was becoming increasingly difficult.
 
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