He's like CANCER -Johanna-

[CHRISTIAN REICHENBACH]

Christian Reichenbach --- ♫ ☠ ♪

Christian Reichenbach's chair was not in the front of the room, nor the back. He listened idly as the teacher- the pretty Miss Johanna Walton- blathered on about science and what not. He never paid attention in class, as he was more than capable of picking up what was worth knowing. Besides, maintaining his perfect C average gave him some leeway concerning his answers on a test. Though, as he played with his smart phone under the table, his perfect C average was being tarnished as Miss Walton quieted her class from giggling at the word wenis... Children.

He was being rather cute about it too. This is a b-, that is a c-. In the end of it all, his grade point average was still a pristine 2.o, after it all evened out. Oh, he knew very well that Edith would notice. That she could very well be watching it happen at that very moment. He wanted her to see. Exhibitionism of the mind.

But that was not his finale, not by any means. Oh, how disappointed that would be to the provocative Edith Allingham. She deserved far better. That was just a taste of his impishness, just a sample. Putting away his phone, he looked up with an attentive at Johanna Walton. His smile was elongated, his clear blue eyes perspicacious. He was a handsome boy, who dressed in a handsome way. Nothing flashy or showy, but always well made, modest for his opulent means. Tugging at his tie, he waited for the droll monotony of class to end with the chiming bell so the real fun and games could begin. In fact, he would daresay he was excited.

The bell finally conceded, emitting an echoing bombinated noise that almost all of the students were so eager for. Gathering his things slowly, Christian waited for the rest of the class to vacate before he would make his move. Watch as the predator stalked it's pray, approaching in such a ginger way that the ignorant creature thought it friendly. Ah, yes, the young hunter was a master already of his craft, the beryl eyes narrowing, and the lips stretched into a disarming smile.

"Miss Walton?" Christian asked in his most docile of tones. "I know... I know that it's your free hour, but I was wondering if you would mind if I sat in here during lunch. In case I need help..." His tapered fingers raised to scratch the back of his head, the champagne locks becoming even more disheveled to contrast to his well put together appearance. "Dr. Allingham pointed out my poor grades..." Christian's face suggested it had not been a warm visit, but was trying not to make too much ado over it. "So I've been trying to bring them up. But science isn't really my... forte." The pauses he took, the shy glances up at the pretty face of his teacher, the little smile he kept on his face that lead one to believe he was feeling nervous and awkward... It was all played to a tee. Impeccable, even. It was a shame his destiny was so set in stone, as Christian Reichenbach would have had a good future in show business. "If not, I can go! I don't want to be any trouble or anything, Ma'am."

[JOHANNA WALTON]

Miss Johanna Walton was just going through the motions today. After not having gotten much sleep the night before because of a pile of assignments she had 'accidentally' procrastinated on grading, she had woken up the sound of construction right outside her apartment at 3:30am, resulting in about 3 hours of sleep and bags she hid with makeup. Hopefully, she could move soon, and then maybe consider her life a bit. No, nevermind. She was too young to be having a mid-life crisis, right? Right.

Longing for her break, she spat out the same words she had three hours previous, even using the same 'Alright, it's funny, let's move on' when her class started giggling. Normally she wouldn't get so stern, but she wasn't exactly in the mood. Why she had kept the full-length lesson she planned and not made them do the Vetruvian Teen project she still needed to find time for, she didn't know. Point was, she would have to stand at the front of the class almost non-stop until her break, which would be at the bell, and also try not to look at the clock that was positioned in a convienent place until it rang. That made it go slower, and she really wanted her break.

Finishing the notes up just before the end of class, she turned the projector off and pulled up the overhead screen. The bell finally rang just as she sat down, and she called a reminder to the eager-to-leave students about the homework that was due on Friday. Finally, she could relax and-

A student was standing at her desk. Christian, wasn't it? Yes. Disappointed at the interruption but not at the cause, she listened and smiled. Dr. Allingham would bring up this poor kid's grades. Even Johanna saw potential in him, though she saw potential in every student. It was just the laziness that was the problem, to her. And sometimes not even that. Some just didn't work well in a classroom environment.

Smiling, she nodded. "It's no trouble. I was planning on staying here and grading anyways." Motioning to the table she had perpendicular to her desk, making almost a square in the corner of the room, she wheeled her chair on the other side of the other rolling chair she had there. "You can sit here, if you want." Even though she wasn't in the best of moods and the circumstances weren't in her favor, she still kept a smiling face and a nice tone.

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[CHRISTIAN REICHENBACH]

Christian Reichenbach --- ♫ ☠ ♪

Christian smiled politely as he took his appointed seat, sliding with his graceful steps. He had endured the painfully boring class. He had endured the callow snickering of his fellow classmates, as the anatomically correct Vitruvian Man stood sprawled before them. In fact, Christian had taken to a doing a bit of his own work, one ear bud blasting to no one but him the works of Antonio Maria Abbatini. Not so well knows as Ludwig Van, or Wolfgang Amadeus, but still quite good in his own right. He had endured, and now he reaped the benefits.

He found Johanna Walton to be intelligent, but nothing special. Edith Allingham's interest was a mystery to him, other than Sweet Johanna being so altruistic. It was painful to watch and stung his eyes. Like gazing into the sun. Here she was... giving up her free time that he very much saw she desired. For what? To benefit one lost soul. As if him getting a B might rescue him from a life time of despair.

"Miss, what does annotation mean?" He asked, face smooth as an angel, and his eyes looking utterly ameliorate. Of course, he very well knows what it means. Nothing in this stupid book which may well be titled 'We're giving up on our youth, so fuck it you get a dumbed down version you little shits' was not beyond his comprehension. But to indulge in some dialogue would be beneficial. Perhaps there is something more that lies within this woman...

"I'm sorry." He said instantly, putting on the face of a clumsy boy. "I should get a dictionary, right?" No, wrong. She'd surely be one of those 'there's no such thing as a stupid question' types. She'd be thrilled to spoon feed him his work, put in the time. Maybe she'd even get to sign his yearbook by years end. God's death, that might even put a tickle in her panties, wouldn't it? Most popular teacher. Pretty, still vibrant. Teaching not for the pay- as it was shit- but because she wanted to inspire. And she would, for about ten minutes. But then her beloved students would get a girl knocked up on prom night, or crash their car after a fun little kegger. They'd be middle class, divorced, with three kids they hate, and who hate them. But most importantly, when this comes to pass, Johanna Walton will be burned out. Without that spunky squirreliness that she had in her youth. She'd realize there was sometimes no hope, that Pandora's last curse was the worst of all.

Now that was a beautiful thought.