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Chapter Five
Three days had passed since the arrival of Mr. Way and Eva still felt anxious every time she caught a glimpse of him. He would nod or smile in her direction when they walked passed each other, but that was his somewhat friendly nature. Mr. Way seemed like a recluse more than anything but often hung out with Mr. Hartley in the English room. If he wasn’t there he was down in the art rooms. Liza had grown quite fond of Mr. Way calling him a ‘her favourite teacher’. Liza never complimented anyone and the thought made Eva somewhat jealous, but she shook the notion from her head.
On the third day of Gerard’s arrival Eva had Legal studies with him the period before lunch. It was pathetic for her to admit, but she had looked in the mirrors at least three times before she went to class which prompted her to be the last to be seated again.
It was as if Gerard was trying very hard to make an effort to be something in this class- as if he had to prove to himself that he was good enough to teach. Good enough to exist.
“Hey everyone. Today I have organised for you to take notes down on a video I have here on the “Snowtown Murders”. For those of you who don’t know about the “Snowtown Murders” they happened in the state of South Australia. Although we live in Sydney NSW and the murders happened in South Australia it is important to note how jurisdiction and the criminal justice system works in other states and how they link to the Australian commonwealth.” He said each word as passionate as the last. Although what he was saying seemed boring, the whole class seemed to hold attention to him.
As he began the video Eva couldn’t help but kick Amanda when Gerard dropped his pen and had to bend down leaving view for his tight ass. They had to rearrange their faces so they could stop themselves from giggling. Eva never acted like a fan girl but something in the air was changing her.
The documentary went through the murders and how each body was found in acid. Everyone seemed into the movie except for Eva. Although she was interested in murders she was just so tired, and the dim lights were making her sleepy. She began to rest her head on the desk until her eyes drooped and she was fast asleep. It was usual Eva behaviour during a movie, but teachers never minded because she always topped the class anyway. In Mr. Ways’ case it was rather different.
When the lights turned back on Eva yawned and quickly lifted her head.
“Did you all enjoy the video?” asked Mr. Way. The class nodded including Eva, she had to play the part.
“Apart from the person who fell asleep, I’m sure you gained some valid information which we will discuss for the last forty minutes of this lesson,” said Mr. Way. People looked in the direction of Eva and Eva had never felt so humiliated before. It was different when a teacher put you down, but this was Gerard Way.
Eva had a lot to prove.
“What sick fucks!” said Nick. The class laughed including Mr. Way.
“I reckon, but it’s not as sick as other murders in Australian history,” said Mr. Way.
As the class went on talking about the video, Eva felt completely left out. Eva was usually the smart one with heaps of answers and interesting facts, but the comment he said completely shut her down. It was the most trivial thing, but it really affected her.
Eva was glad when the class ended. She was first to get out of her chair and first to leave out the door. She tried to walk away with as much dignity as possible even saying a friendly goodbye to Mr. Way who was letting everyone out. She didn’t want to make it look like she was hurt and diminished. Eva held her head high until she reached the last stall in the cubicle and cried. She wiped her tears, and like a pompous bitch walked out of the stall and out of the bathroom.
She was so deep in her thoughts she forgot to look left and almost bumped into none other than Mr. Way.
“I’m so sorry!” stammered Eva.
“No, it’s fine, I’m sorry,” he said back.
Eva gave him a slight smile and began to walk away when he stopped her.
“Hey Eva,” he said. Eva turned.
“Yeah,” she said politely.
“Is everything Ok?” he asked. Eva wanted to say how he was her problem and how she wanted to rip his clothes off once upon a time in her head, but now she can’t, and how much of a distant jerk he is, but she simply smiled and said:
“Yeah! Everything is great! Is everything Ok with you?” she said. Then she realised how stupid she sounded adding the last part to her answer.
He looked a little taken back but there was a small hint of light on his face.
“Umm, yeah. It’s just that you fell asleep during my class today,” he said.
“Oh...” said Eva looking a little embarrassed. “Again, I apologise. I was just so tired- and I know that’s no excuse, but still.”
“Ok, just don’t do it again. I may be a little boring, but it’s best to be polite and pretend sometimes,” he said a tiny bit assertive.
“I don’t think you’re boring,” said Eva very quickly. “But, I’m sorry if I was rude.” She said the last sentence with a hint of coldness, before leaving Mr. Way before he could say anymore.
Eva ran down to the art room where Liza would be for the second time this week. Liza was going there more often lately, but Eva just saw it as an excuse to be away from everyone else. She took the longer route, which meant she had to stop and talk to a few of her misfit friends before heading there, but when she got to the art room Eva saw Liza there and began to rant.
“I hate him!” she screamed. Liza looked up blankly from her lino print. “He sucks. I just had legal with the grim reaper and he was all like “don’t fall asleep in my class, I’m boring, but you’re rude, so learn to be more polite!” Me!? Polite!? I’m the most polite person ever apart from the times that I fall asleep in class. Yeah, so I fell asleep in his class! Who cares! I beat everyone anyway. It’s fine that girls pretend to touch his ass when he’s not looking, but it’s not fine when some girl closes her eyes to not look at his ass for once. In conclusion, I am trying to make a point about my emotions but they are making me sound like a total whiny teenager. This is not like me. What have I become?” She gasped, breathed in, and out and then missed a heartbeat.
Of course, who happened to walk out of the art storeroom other than Mr. Way himself.
Three days had passed since the arrival of Mr. Way and Eva still felt anxious every time she caught a glimpse of him. He would nod or smile in her direction when they walked passed each other, but that was his somewhat friendly nature. Mr. Way seemed like a recluse more than anything but often hung out with Mr. Hartley in the English room. If he wasn’t there he was down in the art rooms. Liza had grown quite fond of Mr. Way calling him a ‘her favourite teacher’. Liza never complimented anyone and the thought made Eva somewhat jealous, but she shook the notion from her head.
On the third day of Gerard’s arrival Eva had Legal studies with him the period before lunch. It was pathetic for her to admit, but she had looked in the mirrors at least three times before she went to class which prompted her to be the last to be seated again.
It was as if Gerard was trying very hard to make an effort to be something in this class- as if he had to prove to himself that he was good enough to teach. Good enough to exist.
“Hey everyone. Today I have organised for you to take notes down on a video I have here on the “Snowtown Murders”. For those of you who don’t know about the “Snowtown Murders” they happened in the state of South Australia. Although we live in Sydney NSW and the murders happened in South Australia it is important to note how jurisdiction and the criminal justice system works in other states and how they link to the Australian commonwealth.” He said each word as passionate as the last. Although what he was saying seemed boring, the whole class seemed to hold attention to him.
As he began the video Eva couldn’t help but kick Amanda when Gerard dropped his pen and had to bend down leaving view for his tight ass. They had to rearrange their faces so they could stop themselves from giggling. Eva never acted like a fan girl but something in the air was changing her.
The documentary went through the murders and how each body was found in acid. Everyone seemed into the movie except for Eva. Although she was interested in murders she was just so tired, and the dim lights were making her sleepy. She began to rest her head on the desk until her eyes drooped and she was fast asleep. It was usual Eva behaviour during a movie, but teachers never minded because she always topped the class anyway. In Mr. Ways’ case it was rather different.
When the lights turned back on Eva yawned and quickly lifted her head.
“Did you all enjoy the video?” asked Mr. Way. The class nodded including Eva, she had to play the part.
“Apart from the person who fell asleep, I’m sure you gained some valid information which we will discuss for the last forty minutes of this lesson,” said Mr. Way. People looked in the direction of Eva and Eva had never felt so humiliated before. It was different when a teacher put you down, but this was Gerard Way.
Eva had a lot to prove.
“What sick fucks!” said Nick. The class laughed including Mr. Way.
“I reckon, but it’s not as sick as other murders in Australian history,” said Mr. Way.
As the class went on talking about the video, Eva felt completely left out. Eva was usually the smart one with heaps of answers and interesting facts, but the comment he said completely shut her down. It was the most trivial thing, but it really affected her.
Eva was glad when the class ended. She was first to get out of her chair and first to leave out the door. She tried to walk away with as much dignity as possible even saying a friendly goodbye to Mr. Way who was letting everyone out. She didn’t want to make it look like she was hurt and diminished. Eva held her head high until she reached the last stall in the cubicle and cried. She wiped her tears, and like a pompous bitch walked out of the stall and out of the bathroom.
She was so deep in her thoughts she forgot to look left and almost bumped into none other than Mr. Way.
“I’m so sorry!” stammered Eva.
“No, it’s fine, I’m sorry,” he said back.
Eva gave him a slight smile and began to walk away when he stopped her.
“Hey Eva,” he said. Eva turned.
“Yeah,” she said politely.
“Is everything Ok?” he asked. Eva wanted to say how he was her problem and how she wanted to rip his clothes off once upon a time in her head, but now she can’t, and how much of a distant jerk he is, but she simply smiled and said:
“Yeah! Everything is great! Is everything Ok with you?” she said. Then she realised how stupid she sounded adding the last part to her answer.
He looked a little taken back but there was a small hint of light on his face.
“Umm, yeah. It’s just that you fell asleep during my class today,” he said.
“Oh...” said Eva looking a little embarrassed. “Again, I apologise. I was just so tired- and I know that’s no excuse, but still.”
“Ok, just don’t do it again. I may be a little boring, but it’s best to be polite and pretend sometimes,” he said a tiny bit assertive.
“I don’t think you’re boring,” said Eva very quickly. “But, I’m sorry if I was rude.” She said the last sentence with a hint of coldness, before leaving Mr. Way before he could say anymore.
Eva ran down to the art room where Liza would be for the second time this week. Liza was going there more often lately, but Eva just saw it as an excuse to be away from everyone else. She took the longer route, which meant she had to stop and talk to a few of her misfit friends before heading there, but when she got to the art room Eva saw Liza there and began to rant.
“I hate him!” she screamed. Liza looked up blankly from her lino print. “He sucks. I just had legal with the grim reaper and he was all like “don’t fall asleep in my class, I’m boring, but you’re rude, so learn to be more polite!” Me!? Polite!? I’m the most polite person ever apart from the times that I fall asleep in class. Yeah, so I fell asleep in his class! Who cares! I beat everyone anyway. It’s fine that girls pretend to touch his ass when he’s not looking, but it’s not fine when some girl closes her eyes to not look at his ass for once. In conclusion, I am trying to make a point about my emotions but they are making me sound like a total whiny teenager. This is not like me. What have I become?” She gasped, breathed in, and out and then missed a heartbeat.
Of course, who happened to walk out of the art storeroom other than Mr. Way himself.
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