Spydrummer06
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Aww poor Syd, high school can be tough. At least she has Vaughn trying to keep an eye on her a little and help her out.
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In With the A Crowd
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texasalias2004
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Poor Sydney. I am glad that my High School days are over with.
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cookiemonster
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^ yeah looks like Vaughn is already looking after all 
Maybe she could have told him the truth and maybe that would have earned her a hug or something hehe
I hope that Sydney didn't think that Vaughn was laughter at her, literally but more about how cute and sweet she is when she's tripping.
Love it!
Maybe she could have told him the truth and maybe that would have earned her a hug or something heheI hope that Sydney didn't think that Vaughn was laughter at her, literally but more about how cute and sweet she is when she's tripping.
Love it!
farliieansds225
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awww poor syd!!
hope it gets better for her soon
awesome update
loved it
cant wait for more!
hope it gets better for her soon
awesome update
loved it
cant wait for more!
AliasSydney502
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aw poor syd
SkyGirl5
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Chapter 4
Sydney expected her gym class to be the absolute worst hour of her high school experience and, considering how her first day went when she was pelted continually with foam balls, she did not expect this to change very much. Luckily it did, in part anyway.
The first unit her gym class was doing was a tennis unit. Tennis was the only sport Sydney was half decent at, which was amazing considering it involved eye-hand coordination and a bouncy yellow ball. Of course, she was in no way the next Anna Kournikova, but she could at least hit the ball over to the next court without it going out of bounds, which was something.
While the tennis part of her class was going well, the other weekly unit they were participating in was not. Every Wednesday for the first eight weeks of gym class was a swimming day, which was most unfortunate for Sydney. Of course she could swim, rather well, in fact, but the act of changing into a bathing suit for class, standing in front of her classmates as they ridiculed her in that bathing suit, and then changing back into her regular clothes and being wet for the rest of the day was enough to make her want to kill herself.
On the morning of her first swimming gym class, Sydney stood in front of her chest of drawers wondering what bathing suit would be class appropriate. The only indication her teacher had given her was “no thongs”, which was not all that helpful. Sydney decided it would be best to pack two – a regular one piece and then a “takini” – and decide what to wear once she saw what the other girls were wearing.
As she stood in the locker room, self consciously hiding her body, Sydney decided that the tankini bathing suit would be just fine. After all it did not show too much skin, plus it was a bit more fashionable that the one piece. Not surprisingly, most girls in the class donned bikinis of various styles, though a few girls did wear one pieces or bathing suits similar to the one she was in.
The first task of the class was a swimming test, during which all the girls had to swim across the pool and back. Sydney did this with ease and was actually surprised to see some of the girls struggling. Everyone who passed the test was then allowed to split into two groups and play water polo while the others had to take a swimming lesson from one of the teachers on duty.
After scoring one goal in water polo and assisting in another, Sydney’s outlook on swimming class was much brighter. That was until she went back into the locker rooms to change and found her clothing was not where she left it. At first she thought it merely slipped down to the floor, but it was not there. Then, panicking, she searched high and low for it, asking people where her clothes were and receiving only laughs in response. Finally, she spotted them laying on the floor of one of the showers which was tragically on full blast.
“I guess they were just so ugly they tried to commit suicide,” one girl snickered as she saw Sydney with the lump of wet clothing in her arms. Then, she retreated into a pack of underwear-clad girls who were laughing hysterically.
Tears burning in her eyes, Sydney took a few long deep breaths, trying to get them to go away. She laid the mass of wet clothing down onto one of the benches and began sorting through it only to find that her underwear, jeans, and shirt were all entirely soaked. She had no other clothes, either, and considering all she was wearing at present was a wet bathing suit and a towel she was thoroughly screwed.
For a few minutes, she merely stood there, staring at her clothes, unsure of what to do next. She began contemplating quitting her job at The Herald just so she could escape McMillan high while still alive. After all, there were dozens of newspapers around the state. Surely any one of them would hire her.
Just as she was about to make a decision on the topic, the gym teacher approached her and asked why her clothes were soaking wet. What was there to say except lie and say it was an accident. Surely becoming a tattle-tale would make her situation only much, much worse.
The teacher offered her a pair of navy shorts from the lost and found and she accepted them, having no other choice. Shorts in hand, she deiced the only choice she had (aside from going topless, which clearly was not an option) was the additional one piece black bathing suit in her bag, the only dry item she owned. With a heavy sigh, she changed into these items as quickly as possible before heading off to her locker to pick up her books before lunch.
When Michael Vaughn spotted the pale girl with matted dark hair who appeared to be wearing a bathing suit with a pair of wrinkled cotton shorts, his heart broke slightly. When he approached Sydney from the left side she did not see him, but he saw the redness in her eyes indicating tears had been there recently. “They steal your clothes?” he asked softly.
Surprised by this sudden voice speaking to her, Sydney jumped slightly. When she saw it was Mr. Vaughn, she began to blush all the way back to her ears. “Threw ‘em in the shower,” she mumbled to him, focusing more intently on the inside of her locker.
Michael couldn’t help but cringe. “That’s definitely worse. Can’t anyone bring you clothes?” Sydney said nothing, but shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “Alright, come with me,” he told her before ushering her towards his classroom. With a confused look on her face, Sydney followed him.
Once inside the classroom, Michael walked over to the tiny closet in his room and pulled a grey sweatshirt from a hook on the back of the door. “Here you can wear this; it’s clean I promise,” he told her, holding it out.
“Are you sure?” she asked carefully, but before she could get the full sentence out he was already pressing the sweatshirt into her arms. Sydney set down her backpack and pulled it over her head. Once it was on, she saw that across the chest the sweatshirt had a logo from Temple University. “Temple,” she said out loud.
“Yeah I graduated from there.”
“Me too,” she said without thinking. Then she quickly added, “I mean, I want to go there,” while cursing herself.
“Oh, well I hope you get in,” he told her with a smile.
“Thanks…and thank you so much for this,” she said while tugging at her sweatshirt. If she had not already promised herself she would not cry that day, her English teacher’s kind gesture would have brought her to tears.
“Anytime,” he smiled. Then, she left his classroom praying the day did not get any worse.
Sydney expected her gym class to be the absolute worst hour of her high school experience and, considering how her first day went when she was pelted continually with foam balls, she did not expect this to change very much. Luckily it did, in part anyway.
The first unit her gym class was doing was a tennis unit. Tennis was the only sport Sydney was half decent at, which was amazing considering it involved eye-hand coordination and a bouncy yellow ball. Of course, she was in no way the next Anna Kournikova, but she could at least hit the ball over to the next court without it going out of bounds, which was something.
While the tennis part of her class was going well, the other weekly unit they were participating in was not. Every Wednesday for the first eight weeks of gym class was a swimming day, which was most unfortunate for Sydney. Of course she could swim, rather well, in fact, but the act of changing into a bathing suit for class, standing in front of her classmates as they ridiculed her in that bathing suit, and then changing back into her regular clothes and being wet for the rest of the day was enough to make her want to kill herself.
On the morning of her first swimming gym class, Sydney stood in front of her chest of drawers wondering what bathing suit would be class appropriate. The only indication her teacher had given her was “no thongs”, which was not all that helpful. Sydney decided it would be best to pack two – a regular one piece and then a “takini” – and decide what to wear once she saw what the other girls were wearing.
As she stood in the locker room, self consciously hiding her body, Sydney decided that the tankini bathing suit would be just fine. After all it did not show too much skin, plus it was a bit more fashionable that the one piece. Not surprisingly, most girls in the class donned bikinis of various styles, though a few girls did wear one pieces or bathing suits similar to the one she was in.
The first task of the class was a swimming test, during which all the girls had to swim across the pool and back. Sydney did this with ease and was actually surprised to see some of the girls struggling. Everyone who passed the test was then allowed to split into two groups and play water polo while the others had to take a swimming lesson from one of the teachers on duty.
After scoring one goal in water polo and assisting in another, Sydney’s outlook on swimming class was much brighter. That was until she went back into the locker rooms to change and found her clothing was not where she left it. At first she thought it merely slipped down to the floor, but it was not there. Then, panicking, she searched high and low for it, asking people where her clothes were and receiving only laughs in response. Finally, she spotted them laying on the floor of one of the showers which was tragically on full blast.
“I guess they were just so ugly they tried to commit suicide,” one girl snickered as she saw Sydney with the lump of wet clothing in her arms. Then, she retreated into a pack of underwear-clad girls who were laughing hysterically.
Tears burning in her eyes, Sydney took a few long deep breaths, trying to get them to go away. She laid the mass of wet clothing down onto one of the benches and began sorting through it only to find that her underwear, jeans, and shirt were all entirely soaked. She had no other clothes, either, and considering all she was wearing at present was a wet bathing suit and a towel she was thoroughly screwed.
For a few minutes, she merely stood there, staring at her clothes, unsure of what to do next. She began contemplating quitting her job at The Herald just so she could escape McMillan high while still alive. After all, there were dozens of newspapers around the state. Surely any one of them would hire her.
Just as she was about to make a decision on the topic, the gym teacher approached her and asked why her clothes were soaking wet. What was there to say except lie and say it was an accident. Surely becoming a tattle-tale would make her situation only much, much worse.
The teacher offered her a pair of navy shorts from the lost and found and she accepted them, having no other choice. Shorts in hand, she deiced the only choice she had (aside from going topless, which clearly was not an option) was the additional one piece black bathing suit in her bag, the only dry item she owned. With a heavy sigh, she changed into these items as quickly as possible before heading off to her locker to pick up her books before lunch.
When Michael Vaughn spotted the pale girl with matted dark hair who appeared to be wearing a bathing suit with a pair of wrinkled cotton shorts, his heart broke slightly. When he approached Sydney from the left side she did not see him, but he saw the redness in her eyes indicating tears had been there recently. “They steal your clothes?” he asked softly.
Surprised by this sudden voice speaking to her, Sydney jumped slightly. When she saw it was Mr. Vaughn, she began to blush all the way back to her ears. “Threw ‘em in the shower,” she mumbled to him, focusing more intently on the inside of her locker.
Michael couldn’t help but cringe. “That’s definitely worse. Can’t anyone bring you clothes?” Sydney said nothing, but shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “Alright, come with me,” he told her before ushering her towards his classroom. With a confused look on her face, Sydney followed him.
Once inside the classroom, Michael walked over to the tiny closet in his room and pulled a grey sweatshirt from a hook on the back of the door. “Here you can wear this; it’s clean I promise,” he told her, holding it out.
“Are you sure?” she asked carefully, but before she could get the full sentence out he was already pressing the sweatshirt into her arms. Sydney set down her backpack and pulled it over her head. Once it was on, she saw that across the chest the sweatshirt had a logo from Temple University. “Temple,” she said out loud.
“Yeah I graduated from there.”
“Me too,” she said without thinking. Then she quickly added, “I mean, I want to go there,” while cursing herself.
“Oh, well I hope you get in,” he told her with a smile.
“Thanks…and thank you so much for this,” she said while tugging at her sweatshirt. If she had not already promised herself she would not cry that day, her English teacher’s kind gesture would have brought her to tears.
“Anytime,” he smiled. Then, she left his classroom praying the day did not get any worse.
cookiemonster
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I seriously feel so bad for Sydney i can't believe they are being that mean to her. If I'd be in McMillian high school she'd be my friend I always had a tendancy to spend time with L no matter how much other people were going against them...
i can't believe they are being that mean to her. If I'd be in McMillian high school she'd be my friend I always had a tendancy to spend time with L no matter how much other people were going against them... texasalias2004
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Why didn't she just go home and change and then come back to school. Oh well, I wouldn't mind having a piece of my teachers clothes.
texasalias
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beachdreaming10
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Maybe she could have told him the truth and maybe that would have earned her a hug or something
Yeah or something! LOL
Sorry Janet for not replying sooner. Just had time to start the story today.
I think I will put NBK in my movie stack so I can watch it again.
farliieansds225
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awww michaels soo sweet!!
poor syd!!
awesome update
loved it
cant wait for more!
poor syd!!
awesome update
loved it
cant wait for more!
AliasSydney502
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awww why are people so mean!? thank god for MV....in more ways than one :naughty:
Michael_Vartan_Rocks
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awww i'm so glad i dont go to that school. god...i hate people like that. i'm glad Michael helped Syd out though that was really sweet
can't wait till she tells him the truth!!! lol
i'm so glad i dont go to that school. god...i hate people like that. i'm glad Michael helped Syd out though that was really sweet can't wait till she tells him the truth!!! lol
SkyGirl5
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Chapter 5
To make the week with Sydney’s swimming class incident even worse, she was called in to meet with Mr. Carlen on Friday after school. In this time, she was supposed to submit her notes to him and discuss the first two weeks of her assignment. While Sydney did have notes she did not have a satisfactory amount for Mr. Carlen’s opinion. In addition to that, he appeared rather angry with her that she had yet to find the perfect subject matter for her article.
Sydney calmly explained to her boss that when thrown into any new social situation (especially one with piranhas like high school had) it took time to build relationships with people one just met. Only once those relationships were built could a potential subject for an article arise. She was very thankful that Mr. Carlen bought her explanation especially since it was not entirely truthful. It did take time to adapt to a new social situation, only with her situation there was little hope of actual adaptation taking place.
By the time her meeting was over, Sydney was fully ready to collapse and have a relaxing weekend. Sadly, her weekend could not be as relaxing as she wanted it to be due to all the homework she had. As she trudged her way through dozens of math problems, Sydney began wondering if there would be any upside at all to her experience at McMillan.
~*~
“Good news guys! In today’s class we’re going to be having a little bit of fun. After all, it is Friday,” Mr. Vaughn announced to his English class once they were all settled in their chairs. Yet another week had passed for Sydney and with it September drew to a close. Luckily, that week had been the best of all her time at McMillan. Of course, the week was far from perfect, but by comparison it was the best. At least she managed to escape swimming class with dry clothes that time.
“So when you say fun, do you mean fun for us or fun for you?” a boy in the class asked skeptically.
“I mean general fun. You guys are going to split up into groups so you can do a skit in front of the class recreating one of the scenes from Hamlet,” Mr. Vaughn smiled at all of them. Immediately, everyone groaned loudly. “Oh come on guys it’ll be fun!”
“No it won’t. Why would that be fun?” another student asked rather rhetorically, not expecting an answer.
“Because…if you pick a scene where swords are involved I’ll let you use yard sticks as fake swords?” Mr. Vaughn offered weakly. This seemed to win over a few males in the class, and they immediately broke up into pairs to practice (a.k.a. jab each other with the yard sticks).
Not surprisingly, Sydney was left out after everyone had broken into groups. She did not even bother looking for a partner knowing everyone would just laugh at her; she was better off on her own. Mr. Vaughn offered to help her fit into a group, but she refused saying she would just do a monologue. The only thing worse than being laughed at when asked to join a group was being forced to be accepted into a group by a teacher and being subsequently sneered at.
Sydney already knew the monologue she wanted to read, so she did not have to waste time leafing through her text as the others did; she just got right down to reading it over and over again so she would not trip over any words. As she was doing this, she was fairly oblivious to the classroom around her until a rather loud crash shook her from her bubble. Looking up, she saw that two of her male classmates in their sword fighting fever had completely knocked over a book shelf, scattering novels every which way.
“You guys be careful!” Mr. Vaughn groaned loudly as he rushed over to set the bookshelf upright.
“You should really pick that up,” one of the female students suggested to the rowdy boys. They merely looked at each other and shrugged slightly, realizing she was probably right. Instead of picking up the books nicely, though, they merely tossed them back onto the shelves in a very haphazard manner.
“I guess that’s better than on the floor,” Mr. Vaughn mumbled as he returned to his desk.
After rehearsing for half of the class, everyone returned to their proper seats to watch each other’s skits. Two groups of sword fighting boys went first, each of which seemed to be more interested in playing with their yard sticks than in the dialog they were to be reading. Next, it was Sydney’s turn.
As she walked from her seat to the front of the classroom, muffled sounds could be heard from the students that Sydney could not make out. It sounded almost as though they were howling or barking at her, but she chose to ignore them. She began to recite her monolog, but hardly got past the first few lines when one of the boys in the back of the classroom began making noises like that of a pig. A few other boys joined in and the rest of the class laughed, nearly drowning out Sydney’s speech.
“Hey that’s enough!” Michael snapped at them finally. “Sydney was quiet while you did your presentation and now you need to be quiet during hers. Go ahead Sydney,” he said to her softly once the rest of the class was silent. She continued without missing a beat; she had already been ignoring them, so they were not affecting her one bit.
~*~
Later that day, while Sydney was walking past Mr. Vaughn’s classroom on her way to the final period of the day, she spotted him kneeling on the floor, rearranging the books on the shelves earlier destroyed. Feeling guilty he had to fix it all by himself because of the morons in her class she poked her head in the room and asked, “Do you need any help?”
He looked up at her rather surprised. “Oh…thank you Sydney, but it’s alright,” he said.
“I don’t mind,” she told him softly. “I just have a study hall right now, so if you want my help…”
“Only if you want to,” he said, though his tone indicated he actually preferred some help. Sydney nodded her head and set her book bag down on one of the desks before walking over to assist him. Just as she crouched down on the floor, the phone in Michael’s classroom rang and he excused himself to answer it.
Once he was gone, Sydney pulled the remainder of the mismatched books off the shelf and began placing them on one by one, making sure they were in alphabetical order by author. She had nearly half a shelf done before Mr. Vaughn returned and said, “Oh you know actually I was going to put them in alphabetical order by author.”
“That’s how I’m doing it,” she said with a soft smile.
“You’re kidding?”
She shook her head with a slight laugh. “No, this is how I arrange my own books and CDs; otherwise I can’t find anything ever!”
“Same here,” he laughed softly.
“You sure have a lot of books…,” she commented while they continued to stack the shelves.
“Well yeah, I read a lot…but that shouldn’t really surprise you being that I’m an English teacher and all…”
“I read a lot too…always, in fact, but that shouldn’t surprise you since I’m getting an A in your class,” she said. He smiled at her before turning back to their book stacking. As they sat there, only inches from one another, Sydney could not help but feel more relaxed than she ever had at McMillan. Typically around Mr. Vaughn especially she was a blushing, nervous wreck, but there all alone she felt comfortable with him. Of course, she had to keep reminding herself that he was her teacher, but since she was not technically a student that was becoming rather difficult.
“You don’t have any books by Jane Austen on this shelf,” Sydney said factually. She had seen almost every other classic author that she could think of except Jane Austen and was curious as to why.
“Um yeah I never read any of her books,” Mr. Vaughn told her.
“You’re kidding!” Sydney gasped, shocked.
“Year I just never thought about it I guess. Not really my favorite genre either,” he told her with a shrug.
“Well you have to at least read Pride and Prejudice! You can borrow my copy; I’ll bring it in Monday,” she informed him as though there was no question about it.
“Okay I will…and if you ever want to borrow anything from here just let me know,” he said in return.
“Deal,” she giggled. Then her face grew hot at the almost squeaking sound that escaped her lips. Quickly, she finished stacking the books and stood up to hopefully escape the classroom and any further embarrassment.
“Thanks for your help, Sydney,” Mr. Vaughn called out to her.
“Anytime,” she said, waving her hand as she left the room.
To make the week with Sydney’s swimming class incident even worse, she was called in to meet with Mr. Carlen on Friday after school. In this time, she was supposed to submit her notes to him and discuss the first two weeks of her assignment. While Sydney did have notes she did not have a satisfactory amount for Mr. Carlen’s opinion. In addition to that, he appeared rather angry with her that she had yet to find the perfect subject matter for her article.
Sydney calmly explained to her boss that when thrown into any new social situation (especially one with piranhas like high school had) it took time to build relationships with people one just met. Only once those relationships were built could a potential subject for an article arise. She was very thankful that Mr. Carlen bought her explanation especially since it was not entirely truthful. It did take time to adapt to a new social situation, only with her situation there was little hope of actual adaptation taking place.
By the time her meeting was over, Sydney was fully ready to collapse and have a relaxing weekend. Sadly, her weekend could not be as relaxing as she wanted it to be due to all the homework she had. As she trudged her way through dozens of math problems, Sydney began wondering if there would be any upside at all to her experience at McMillan.
~*~
“Good news guys! In today’s class we’re going to be having a little bit of fun. After all, it is Friday,” Mr. Vaughn announced to his English class once they were all settled in their chairs. Yet another week had passed for Sydney and with it September drew to a close. Luckily, that week had been the best of all her time at McMillan. Of course, the week was far from perfect, but by comparison it was the best. At least she managed to escape swimming class with dry clothes that time.
“So when you say fun, do you mean fun for us or fun for you?” a boy in the class asked skeptically.
“I mean general fun. You guys are going to split up into groups so you can do a skit in front of the class recreating one of the scenes from Hamlet,” Mr. Vaughn smiled at all of them. Immediately, everyone groaned loudly. “Oh come on guys it’ll be fun!”
“No it won’t. Why would that be fun?” another student asked rather rhetorically, not expecting an answer.
“Because…if you pick a scene where swords are involved I’ll let you use yard sticks as fake swords?” Mr. Vaughn offered weakly. This seemed to win over a few males in the class, and they immediately broke up into pairs to practice (a.k.a. jab each other with the yard sticks).
Not surprisingly, Sydney was left out after everyone had broken into groups. She did not even bother looking for a partner knowing everyone would just laugh at her; she was better off on her own. Mr. Vaughn offered to help her fit into a group, but she refused saying she would just do a monologue. The only thing worse than being laughed at when asked to join a group was being forced to be accepted into a group by a teacher and being subsequently sneered at.
Sydney already knew the monologue she wanted to read, so she did not have to waste time leafing through her text as the others did; she just got right down to reading it over and over again so she would not trip over any words. As she was doing this, she was fairly oblivious to the classroom around her until a rather loud crash shook her from her bubble. Looking up, she saw that two of her male classmates in their sword fighting fever had completely knocked over a book shelf, scattering novels every which way.
“You guys be careful!” Mr. Vaughn groaned loudly as he rushed over to set the bookshelf upright.
“You should really pick that up,” one of the female students suggested to the rowdy boys. They merely looked at each other and shrugged slightly, realizing she was probably right. Instead of picking up the books nicely, though, they merely tossed them back onto the shelves in a very haphazard manner.
“I guess that’s better than on the floor,” Mr. Vaughn mumbled as he returned to his desk.
After rehearsing for half of the class, everyone returned to their proper seats to watch each other’s skits. Two groups of sword fighting boys went first, each of which seemed to be more interested in playing with their yard sticks than in the dialog they were to be reading. Next, it was Sydney’s turn.
As she walked from her seat to the front of the classroom, muffled sounds could be heard from the students that Sydney could not make out. It sounded almost as though they were howling or barking at her, but she chose to ignore them. She began to recite her monolog, but hardly got past the first few lines when one of the boys in the back of the classroom began making noises like that of a pig. A few other boys joined in and the rest of the class laughed, nearly drowning out Sydney’s speech.
“Hey that’s enough!” Michael snapped at them finally. “Sydney was quiet while you did your presentation and now you need to be quiet during hers. Go ahead Sydney,” he said to her softly once the rest of the class was silent. She continued without missing a beat; she had already been ignoring them, so they were not affecting her one bit.
~*~
Later that day, while Sydney was walking past Mr. Vaughn’s classroom on her way to the final period of the day, she spotted him kneeling on the floor, rearranging the books on the shelves earlier destroyed. Feeling guilty he had to fix it all by himself because of the morons in her class she poked her head in the room and asked, “Do you need any help?”
He looked up at her rather surprised. “Oh…thank you Sydney, but it’s alright,” he said.
“I don’t mind,” she told him softly. “I just have a study hall right now, so if you want my help…”
“Only if you want to,” he said, though his tone indicated he actually preferred some help. Sydney nodded her head and set her book bag down on one of the desks before walking over to assist him. Just as she crouched down on the floor, the phone in Michael’s classroom rang and he excused himself to answer it.
Once he was gone, Sydney pulled the remainder of the mismatched books off the shelf and began placing them on one by one, making sure they were in alphabetical order by author. She had nearly half a shelf done before Mr. Vaughn returned and said, “Oh you know actually I was going to put them in alphabetical order by author.”
“That’s how I’m doing it,” she said with a soft smile.
“You’re kidding?”
She shook her head with a slight laugh. “No, this is how I arrange my own books and CDs; otherwise I can’t find anything ever!”
“Same here,” he laughed softly.
“You sure have a lot of books…,” she commented while they continued to stack the shelves.
“Well yeah, I read a lot…but that shouldn’t really surprise you being that I’m an English teacher and all…”
“I read a lot too…always, in fact, but that shouldn’t surprise you since I’m getting an A in your class,” she said. He smiled at her before turning back to their book stacking. As they sat there, only inches from one another, Sydney could not help but feel more relaxed than she ever had at McMillan. Typically around Mr. Vaughn especially she was a blushing, nervous wreck, but there all alone she felt comfortable with him. Of course, she had to keep reminding herself that he was her teacher, but since she was not technically a student that was becoming rather difficult.
“You don’t have any books by Jane Austen on this shelf,” Sydney said factually. She had seen almost every other classic author that she could think of except Jane Austen and was curious as to why.
“Um yeah I never read any of her books,” Mr. Vaughn told her.
“You’re kidding!” Sydney gasped, shocked.
“Year I just never thought about it I guess. Not really my favorite genre either,” he told her with a shrug.
“Well you have to at least read Pride and Prejudice! You can borrow my copy; I’ll bring it in Monday,” she informed him as though there was no question about it.
“Okay I will…and if you ever want to borrow anything from here just let me know,” he said in return.
“Deal,” she giggled. Then her face grew hot at the almost squeaking sound that escaped her lips. Quickly, she finished stacking the books and stood up to hopefully escape the classroom and any further embarrassment.
“Thanks for your help, Sydney,” Mr. Vaughn called out to her.
“Anytime,” she said, waving her hand as she left the room.
cookiemonster
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he's already getting protective - even though Sydney only happens to be his student right now... I'm sure though that he kinda feels something for her but of course can't acknowledge any of his feelings LOL texasalias2004
Cadet
Love is in the air. haha. Glad that he took up for her. At least someone cares.
texasalias
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beachdreaming10
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Aww Syd & Mr. Vaughn are too cute!
