Student's Pet (Brittany and Ebb)
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				Title: <strong>Student's Pet (Brittany and Ebb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittany</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 20:50:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/PlayingPiano.jpg)<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span></span></div><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><br><em>The young woman's fingers slipped from one key to the next as she sat at the large grand piano in the corner of the empty classroom.&nbsp; With technique and poise she effortlessly read and performed the symphony on the confusing sheet music before her, holding down the final notes before gracefully withdrawing her hands and leaning back on her stool.&nbsp; She looked up at the photos lined along the top of her instrument, a reminder of her days at the piano academy.&nbsp; A time when she had all the ambitions and dreams in her world.&nbsp; Rachel sighed quietly as the door to her classroom creaked open.</em><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Student's Pet</span></span></strong></span></span><br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><em>Brittany/Ebb</em></span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><em>"Ahh, so it was you I heard coming up the stairs.&nbsp; I didn't think it was one of the students</em>" the man spoke upon entering the music room.&nbsp; Rachel's classroom was in an annex seperate to the main school at the top of a flight of stairs.&nbsp; The room had been soundproofed and any noise from inside could only be heard from the stairwell leading down to the main building.&nbsp; She smiled from her corner at the bespectacled man as he walked past the desks and towards the front of the class.&nbsp; <em>"I got you some lunch for later"</em> he said, laying a plastic bag on her desk.<br><br><em>"Thank you James"</em> she replied as she stood up, turning her eyes from the photographs and awards that repeatedly reminded her that she was better than her current position suggested.&nbsp; The older man came over to her and she tenderly embraced him in a hug, as he kissed her lips gently.&nbsp; James was her boyfriend and the English teacher at the school.&nbsp; Since finishing years of training at her academy Rachel had met James and decided to become a teacher at his school.&nbsp; It was her first year, but after only a few months she felt out of place.&nbsp; Her aim in life had been to perform and while there was the occasional pleasure to be felt in teaching a student who was interested Rachel had found that most of her students were simply in her class because they had to be.<br><br>4B was one such class.&nbsp; It was known to all of the teachers as the worst class this year and there were some bad combinations of students which meant many lessons ended in farce as even the most experienced teachers struggled to control their lessons.&nbsp; There were the female student's who cared more about Armani than Mozart, the males who were more interested in sports.&nbsp; And then there was Cassie and Leo.&nbsp; Cassandra was one of the few students who Rachel enjoyed teaching.&nbsp; She was a bright girl and could pass this class with ease.&nbsp; She constantly surprised Rachel with the beauty of her compositions and her knowledge of the arts.&nbsp; And yet she let herself be pulled down by Leo.&nbsp; He wasn't like the other males.&nbsp; While he cared about music as little as they did there was something different about him.&nbsp; Detention and discipline did not seem to work on his attitude and neither did the sympathetic approach.&nbsp; The way he was rude to teachers and students alike, coupled with the way he treat Cassie and the other girls was almost scary.&nbsp; Rachel did not see why someone as bright and talented as Cassandra would be around a boy like this, but her attachment to him was almost eerie.<br><br><em>"4B this morning?"</em> James said as his hands moved from the waist of his pretty, younger girlfriend up over her figure.&nbsp; At 26 she had a well developed feminine body with an hourglass curve that James struggled to keep his hands off.&nbsp; He brushed her long brunette hair back with his palm as he kissed her forhead.&nbsp; She nodded and he smiled.&nbsp; <em>"You'll be fine.&nbsp; Just don't let them intimidate you"</em> he said reassuringly as the bell rang for the first lessons of the day.&nbsp; She sat back down as James left, having a free period first thing.&nbsp; She spent her free time at the piano, not yet accustomed to the school staffroom or canteen.&nbsp; Her fingers found the keys and all thoughts of school and students left her mind as she reminisced back to her academy days.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Student's Pet (Brittany and Ebb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 21:36:11</strong>
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				The bell rang again, interrupting Rachel's playing. The free period had gone by so quickly. It was intended that she'd use the time for lesson planning, but lesson planning was a waste of effort for class 4B. Better to lose herself in the music and bolster her mental state. The interlude was now ended; it would be only minutes before the class started filtering in.<br><br>"Hi, Miss Powell!"<br><br>The best part of the worst part of her day had arrived. Cassie Spencer, as usual, was the first to make it to class. The slim young student skipped over to the piano as quickly as her knee-length plaid skirt would allow. In her hands she held a black and white composition book, the interior staves a mish-mash of rote exercise, scribbled erasures and occasional original passages of real interest.<br><br>Cassie nervously tucked her long blond hair back behind her ears as she spoke. "I worked a little on that transition passage that we talked about. Do you think you could take a quick look at it?" The look in her eyes toward her teacher was reverent and nervous as she dug the toes of one sneaker into the worn tile of the floor, twisting her leg slightly back and forth.<br><br>As Rachel started to examine the page Cassie had indicated, the rest of class 4B filed in. Perhaps 'filed' was an overstatement -- they squeezed through the door and then spread out to infect every corner of the previously placid classroom. In minutes the noise of a dozen different conversations made it next to impossible to concentrate on Cassie's composition book, or much else.<br><br>Like delinquent royalty, Leo Archer was the last to enter the noisy classroom. Despite this, his two seats in the back row were vacant. Leo wore black jeans, high-top leather sneakers and a basketball jersey that was just within the boundaries of the school dress code. Not that he played the sport, even though his 6'2" physique was much sought after by all of the school coaches (not to mention half of the student body). School sport would be beneath him, just like any activity where he would need to take orders from anyone else. Whatever the context, Leo thought of himself as in charge. And in general, those around him seemed to grant him this.<br><br>Leo didn't need to call Cassie. She had one eye on the door since she had gotten to class, and instantly moved to his side when he entered, her composition book momentarily forgotten on the easel of the piano. Leo slipped an arm around her slim waist without looking, confident that she would take her position without needing to be instructed. Together they walked to the back row. Before sitting, Leo gave the girl a deep, showy kiss, holding her head still by the chin. They both sat just as the bell to begin the class rang.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Student's Pet (Brittany and Ebb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittany</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 22:31:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">As the bell sounded Rachel's fingers eased off of the piano keys and she sat up with a graceful posture.&nbsp; In her solitude she had forgotten the time, the bell sounding as a reminder that the best part of her day was over.&nbsp; Being alone with the piano was one of Rachel's few remaining pleasures.&nbsp; She loved her boyfriend, he was easy to live with and did many sweet things, and at least in the current state of the world she was earning reasonable money.&nbsp; She had a lot to be fortunate about but it was hard not to occasionally get down about her situation.&nbsp; Rachel felt very unfufilled.<br><br>Almost as if she had sprinted from one lesson to the next, the wooden door of the music room burst open and the smiling Cassandra entered with a wave and a hello.&nbsp; Rachel returned the smile.&nbsp; <em>"If only they were all like her.."</em> she thought to herself as the student eagerly spoke about their previous lesson and showed Rachel the homework that she wasn't required to do.&nbsp; Cassie was far ahead of her class.&nbsp; In fact, she was ahead of the school and her intelligence, enthusiasm and love for the piano reminded her very much of herself years ago.&nbsp; <em>"Of course Cassandra"</em> the teacher replied as she glanced at the girls book.&nbsp; <em>"Hmm.. good.&nbsp; This is very good.."</em><br><br>The student's were heard before they were seen as they burst inside the door.&nbsp; Rachel attempted to point out a slight error in Cassie's work but she struggled to be heard over the class as they took their seats.&nbsp; And as she looked at the slim blonde teenager she realised that Cassandra was no longer interested, her eyes firmly fixed on Leo as he stepped into the room, slipping her frame from the piano stool to take her place at his side.<br><br><em>"Quiet please.&nbsp; Quiet.&nbsp; Please be seated.&nbsp; Class, please be quiet."</em> Rachel was forced to repeat herself numerous times.&nbsp; While the lesson was meant to start at 10.00 it rarely got going until at least 10 minutes later in the commotion that this particular class brought.&nbsp; Rachel felt it would be tiring with 30 years experience let alone 3 months.&nbsp; <br><br>The teacher stood up from her piano stool and once again emphasised the need for quiet.&nbsp; Scanning the class she could see that there was no need for role-call.&nbsp; Everyone always attended the lesson although only one of them did any work, and that only was if Leo was not watching her.&nbsp; As she stood the class slowly started to pay attention.&nbsp; Rachel was 5'6 with brown hair that was about shoulder length.&nbsp; She wore a plain white blouse and a navy skirt which came to just below her knees, with professional black shoes.&nbsp; While the woman had an extremely pretty face, she did look like someone approaching her 30's.&nbsp; She was quite busty with a round pert butt and an hourglass figure.<br><br>Moving from the piano to the chalkboard she looked out at the class, pointing at a list of composers names written on a blackboard.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned the students, seeing Cassandra's eyes fighting between looking at the board and looking at Leo.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"So, can anyone tell me about Beethoven?"</em> she asked the entire class in her feminine tone.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Student's Pet (Brittany and Ebb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 22:51:01</strong>
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				Leo surveyed the classroom. His court surrounded him, proximity to Leo being a pretty good stand-in for popularity. Girls and a few choice lieutenants nearby, the unaffiliated further toward the front of the room. As usual Cassie sat as his side, easily within arm's reach. If Leo were willing to name a girlfriend, it would be Cassie. But that term implied too much of a partnership status to him.<br><br>She, and everyone else, knew the score. Cassie was there to do for him anything he needed done - homework, arm candy for the lunchroom, a quick blow job between classes. In return she got to be with him. They both knew the score - if she started to make demands then there were six other girls ready to take her place as Leo's most favored. Four of whom he was doing anyway, in one way or another. Life was good.<br><br>His attention turned to Ms. Powell as she glumly tried to lead the class in discussion. Leo's attentions normally turned toward the other students. He was the big fish in that pond and had his pick of conquests. Like any teenage boy, though, he couldn't help but take notice of a good looking woman, no matter her position. If Ms. Powell had dressed a little bit less like a fifty year old woman, she'd be downright hot. Not for the first time, Leo found himself imagining her naked. It was as good a way as any to pass the time until class ended. He sure wasn't going to learning about any musicians.<br><br>Cassie sure liked her, though. It made sense. Cassie was gorgeous, but a real nerd at heart, especially with the piano. She was the kid whose parents made her take lessons, but actually liked it. Like now, she was jumping into the discussion, answering Ms. Powell's questions. Leo didn't like anything other than himself being the focus of Cassie's attention.<br><br>He reached over and dragged Cassie's desk a foot toward his own. The metal feet made a loud scraping sound, clearly evident to everyone in the room. Acting oblivious to the disruption he was causing, Leo leaned over to whisper into Cassie's ear, pulling her head down to do so. "I was thinking for lunch today we'd head out to my car and get busy. Unless you're busy. I can always see if Sarah's free..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Student's Pet (Brittany and Ebb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittany</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 23:10:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em>Rachel's question was met with little response.&nbsp; Cassie's eyes were on Leo, as were a few of the other student's.&nbsp; A couple of hands were raised at the front of the class and a few of them acknowledged of having heard of Beethoven and knowing roughly who he was, but that was the limit to 4B.&nbsp; The teacher looked up at Cassandra.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Cassie, could you name some of Beethoven's work?"</em> she asked, and a few students raised their eyes as if to question the teachers right to ask something of that side of the class, of Leo's girl especially.<br><br>Cassandra turned her attention to the front of the class but before she could answer a loud scraping of her desk across the floor interrupted her thought as the male student pulled her to him, pulling her head lightly down to talk to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Rachel knew it was her duty to step up, to stop this behaviour.&nbsp; She knew that Cassandra was in danger of wasting her potential and knew personally what a sad thing this was.&nbsp; <br><br>"Cassandra?" she called again and the young girl looked up guilty, Leo having just whispered in her ear, pressuring her.&nbsp; His arm lay around her shoulder and he smirked at the teacher as the interruption made the class revert to its usual state of chaos.&nbsp; The latina girls at the back started talking in their native language, a few crude jokes were made.&nbsp; Even Josie at the front had decided the lesson would be better spent doing her maths homework.<br><br>Rachel knew the lessons couldn't go on like this but nothing seemed to be working.&nbsp; Cassandra would not put her studies before this boy and detentions did not affect Leo in any way other to revere him more to the other students.&nbsp; The lesson carried on as she realised no learning would take place today.<br><br>"Ok, go get an instrument from the cupboard and work on your group compositions" she said defeatedly.&nbsp; She knew that Cassie's group composition would be with Leo which meant that the most talented student of all would turn in no work.&nbsp; Sitting back at her piano stool she felt she had to intervene in some way.&nbsp; Perhaps she would speak to James for advice.</em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Student's Pet (Brittany and Ebb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 04:19:16</strong>
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				Leo smirked at the teacher's attempt to draw Cassie's attention. Nerds stick together, but there was no way that Cassie was going to defy him, not for this teacher. He met Rachel's eye for a moment, daring her to make an issue of it. She folded, just like they all did.<br><br>Some teachers were harder than others. Some tried to take him on, figuring if they broke him then the rest of the 'unruly element' would fall in line. Some even tried to get them on his side, playing at being cool. It made Leo laugh. There wasn't an authority figure in his world that he respected in the least. And without that respect, they couldn't touch him. Eventually they all gave up.<br><br>This music teacher, she didn't even try. <br><br>Some of the students played around with the musical instruments, enough that the noise made it hard to talk. Cassie inclined her head toward the piano, questioning. Leo made a show of considering, then shook his head. She'd stay here with him. The noise was starting to give him a headache. He rubbed his temples while looking at Cassie. Obediently she moved to sit on the bookshelf behind him, massaging his head and shoulders as he leaned back into her.<br><br>Eventually the bell rang. Leo was in a good mood, relaxed despite the cacophony. "Don't forget your notebook, Cass," he said, pointing toward the piano, where Rachel still sat. "I'll see you at lunch".<br><br>After he left Cassie hurried over to the piano to retrieve her composition book. "I--I'm sorry I didn't get more done on the group composition, Ms. Powell. I'll try to work on it some this weekend, okay?" The nervous young student couldn't meet her teacher's eyes as she spoke.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Student's Pet (Brittany and Ebb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittany</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 12:39:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sitting back at her piano stool Rachel heard the noises and odd sounds coming from students doing their group compositions.&nbsp; One group at the front were at least trying but the sound was awful.&nbsp; She felt bad that she would most likely have to fail them because in her eyes at least they behaved themselves, and she'd like to pass them just for that.<br><br>Looking further around the classroom the Latina girls were mostly talking about their hair with one girl occassionally pressing a key on a keyboard.&nbsp; Rachel glanced to the back of the class and as expected Cassandra had a keyboard set out in front of her but quickly left it when Leo told her to.&nbsp; Rachels eyes saw the pretty young intelligent girl throwing away her lesson to massage the boy.&nbsp; She could not understand how he was so popular with the other students, it seemed to be a mix of fear, respect and charm.&nbsp; Cassandra seemed to do whatever he told her to, and from what Rachel had heard she wasn't the only one.&nbsp; If Cassandra wasn't in a lesson, Sarah, Katie or Amy would all act in the same way.&nbsp; Each of them seeming to be otherwise intelligent young women.<br><br>After half an hour of group compositions which Rachel simply supervised, the bell rang to her relief.&nbsp; The next class were younger children.&nbsp; While Rachel got no personal joy out of teaching them at least they listened and participated.&nbsp; As expected Cassie made her way over to the piano apologetically.&nbsp; She felt guilty about the way she behaved in class, she always did, which is why Rachel struggled to understand it.<br><br>"You shouldn't have to do a group composition on your own Cassie" Rachel sighed a little as she spoke.&nbsp; "Have you considered another partner?&nbsp; I could move your desk if it would help you?" Rachel said, not expecting the response that she got.<br><br>"No!!&nbsp; Please don't.&nbsp; Really miss Powell, please please!!" Cassie seemed to be getting upset, her protest almost frantic.&nbsp; "I will get all the work done at home, I promise.&nbsp; Don't move me, I couldn't bear it!"<br><br>With that the second bell rang.&nbsp; Cassie grabbed her book.&nbsp; "We'll see" Rachel said, surprised at the young girls reaction, having thought taking away an unwanted distraction would be a good thing.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Student's Pet (Brittany and Ebb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 17:33:19</strong>
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				Lunchtime at the school was always about anything except lunch. To the teachers it was a welcome break in the day, a chance to work on lesson plans for the diligent, a chance to get online, smoke or otherwise escape for the less dedicated. <br><br>To the students, though, it was all about who you were seen with. There were ranks and levels of popularity, with a bewildering variety of unspoken rules. Eating in the cafeteria itself was bad, unless you were being consciously ironic. Leaving campus to get fast food was good, unless you went alone, or you had committed the unconscionable crime of being overweight. On a clear day outside was usually best - behind the gym, out in the bleachers, or off to the parking lot. It gave the greatest chance to see and be seen.<br><br>Leo didn't care about the rules - he made the rules, and the others adjusted around him. Today Leo was horny, and that meant the parking lot. No real concerns about privacy - it was generally known that when Leo took someone to his car for lunch nobody had better come within viewing range. It wasn't the sort of thing that had to be enforced, but there were always a few boys who took it on themselves to form a perimeter guard, gently or not-so-gently persuading students that they'd be better served going elsewhere for a while.<br><br>Their routine didn't extend to teachers, however. Teachers weren't part of the lunchtime system - they didn't know the rules, and so couldn't be held to them. When George Hedley saw Rachel Powell, the music teacher, walking toward the wrong section of the parking lot, he had no automatic response. He couldn't tell a teacher not to go over that way, could he? In the end all he managed was a semi-friendly nod, and a strong desire to be somewhere else.<br><br><br>The teacher's lot had been full, again. Repainting some of the lines meant that half the spots were unusable. Overflow parking in the student lot, a much further walk and another one of life's little inconveniences that seemed to plague Rachel. Plus she had left her bag lunch in the car, which meant that the yogurt would be warm.
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