Chapter 92, Teacher

Chapter 92, Teacher

School again. As usual, the only thing that made school even slightly interesting to Jay was the presence of Wiedermann and his flame. In all other regards, she would much rather have been at home.

Entering English class, she again found her eyes drawn to the woman sitting in the front next to the whiteboard. Erica was wearing a knee-length yellow dress, decorated with pink and orange flowers. Perfectly normal. Among the other teachers, her only real stand-out feature was that she seemed to have an actual passion for teaching.

Jay placed her things on her desk. As with the last lesson, this one would surely also be spent with a short lecture followed by time to work alone. The only way Jay could imagine a better lesson would be if it was spent entirely by working alone. She had quite a bit left to go on her article, after all.

Hey. Startled, Jay turned to the left, where she found Annie staring at her oddly. Whats going on between you and Gerald?

Jay blinked at her. Between me and-, no. Nothing is going on.

Annie frowned deeply and turned away from Jay, looking at the blank whiteboard. I dont think Ive seen you two talk for like Almost a month now? She glanced back at Jay, giving her a blank, quizzical stare. Seriously. What is going-,

Two claps rang out and the class quieted. Alright class, good morning again! Before we get back to writing, I would like to discuss a few narrative devices

Being an honourable girl, Jay knew Annie wouldnt talk again as long as Erica continued her lecture. But once that was over, shed get on her ass again. This would be a problem, since Jay still needed Annie to be on her good side. See, Annie liked Gerald. They were good friends, no question about it. Hence, if Annie found out that Gerald had shoved away Jay, she might make the false conclusion that he had a good reason for doing so. If she followed suit, Jay would have to do an illegal activity or two in order to get a hold of Annies letter.

At least she was lucky that Gerald hadnt gone out of his way to tell Annie what had happened. That wouldve messed up quite a lot for her.

-Of course, you guys dont have to use any of these, but if you feel that they might make your story better, by all means! Erica said, finishing the lecture.

Understanding that the time had come, the other students began bringing up their computers and whatever else they used to write with. In the meanwhile, Erica began walking around, talking with a few students about their stories and what they might do with them. The only surprise was that Erica had somehow been able to remember all of their ideas and concepts.

Jay scoffed at the sight but immediately regretted it when she found Annie giving her the stink-eye. Somehow, it seemed Annie had already picked her side in the matter. And, as always, it sure wasnt the right side. Did nobody ever think things through?

Silently gnashing her teeth, Jay brought up her article. She hadnt gotten all too far with it, but the really important thing was that she had more information now than she did before. Not enough to write a truly comprehensive report, but enough to get started.

Hows it going?

Jay jumped almost a foot in the air before finally turning her head to find Erica leaning over her shoulder, smiling innocently. Jay suppressed the urge to either slap closed her laptop or to punch Erica. Yeah, its, uh Going good. Yeah.

Somehow, Erica smiled in what seemed to be genuine interest. Thats great! Im actually really-, well, I mean, youre writing something totally different, but Did you know you can use narrative devices and such even while writing an article? Maybe not a scientific one, though...

Huh? Jay could feel herself grimace in confusion. She pointed at the article, still visible on her screen. How in the-?...

Yeah! Erica smiled brightly, her eyes shining up in excitement as she began to ramble about how journalism also had a purpose to entertain, and that a strong use of language can help bring a story to life. Even though she was speaking fast and strangely, Jay found herself somewhat captivated by it. As ashamed as she was to admit it, she hadnt really considered trying to make an article feel like a story. Werent journalists supposed to report on the truth alone?

Listening intently, Jay actually felt a smidge sad when Erica finished her small lesson by saying, Well, do you think that might help?

He returned to class. As of late, he had started incorporating quite a few games into the classes, which was met with great enthusiasm from the students. Furthermore, he had also added games he could remember seeing his soldiers playing in-between battles. These, too, had been met with excitement. Though, as might be expected, a few elements of these games had to be changed or flat-out removed.

Either way, Kreig enjoyed his role. The students seemed to have grown to like his presence, though most still considered him a true challenge whenever he joined in a game himself. Such situations were exceedingly rare, but whenever they happened, Kreig made sure not to be all-too dominating. But even with his physical abilities suppressed to the brink, his mere presence was enough to make the other teams or players frightened into ineptitude.

Kreig found it fun. It was as simple as that.

But during this lesson, something felt a little strange. It was Geralds class that stood before him, which usually meant that it would be very fun. But Gerald wasnt there. Now that Kreig thought about it, he hadnt seen Gerald all that often as of lately. It felt strange, but it was probably just a sickness of some sort. Even though Gerald should have been protected from such bugs.

But there was something else as well. Someone was looking at him with malice.

The intensity and the feeling of the gaze actually reminded him of the presence, but somehow, this gaze was even more furious. The presence always seemed somewhat distant and cold, but this was almost burning. Apart from those surface differences, there was the obvious fact that the presence couldnt possibly be some student. In a class he taught himself, too.

Hoping it was just someone holding a grudge over some small, past infraction, he initiated the games of the day.

Around halfway through the second game, Jay tripped and hurt her elbow. Surprisingly, she actually approached him on her own, which she was usually too shy to do. But in this case, he was happy she had done so since the injury was actually a little more than normal. She had a small scratch, sure, but she had somehow actually succeeded in gaining a hairline fracture as well. Kreig was somewhat surprised that she had gotten such an injury from a seemingly innocuous fall. Of course, it might have been there all along, but for Jay herself to have never noticed it? A bit strange.

Knowing that the injury could easily worsen, Kreig led her over to the bleachers. If he was sneaky enough about it, he could heal her in a matter of seconds without her ever having to go to a doctor.

With his goal set, Kreig brought out a small first-aid kit. Looking back at her, he found her eyes intense and hateful.

Confused, he looked at her for a few seconds, unsure of what could rouse such immense loathing. Pouting, she turned away from him. Well that was certainly strange. He tried to take an easy hold of her arm to apply a band-aid, but instead, he found that she recoiled from his touch. Now he was just even more confused.

She hissed in pain. Kreig really wasnt sure what to tell her, but after a few seconds of her looking at her lightly scratched arm, she returned it to him. He took it gratefully. Now, if he could just distract her for a few seconds so he could heal her

Hey, Jay said reproachfully and he glanced up from her arm to look her in the eye. Whats your relationship with Erica?

His mouth fell open. Thats He gulped and pulled himself together. Glancing out over the students bustling, he felt his cheeks grow a little hot. She is Nice. I like her quite a lot. Though, by all means, he couldnt really understand why she might ask such a thing. Was there already a rumour abound?

For a few minutes, Jay continued asking him strange questions. Unsure how to answer most of them, he answered as dismissively as he could. During the whole of it, he slowly came to understand that she had all the makings of a fantastic interrogations officer. Her only downfall was that Kreig had been quite good at it himself once upon a time. The strangest moment would have been when she grew upset over the possibility that Kreig might want to get even closer to Erica. It was all very strange. So, once he saw her clicking her tongue and turning away, he quickly applied a little bandaid to the scratch before silently casting a spell.

White Hand (X)

He felt carefully how her bones easily mended themselves without leaving a single trace of injury behind. However, as it always is with these types of spells, it also served to heal various other bodily damages, such as hormonal imbalances, gut health and serotonin scarcity.

As might be expected, Jays head swivelled around to face him, her eyes wide and surprised. But, for a few seconds, she was completely unable to react to what had just happened to her. Taking the opportunity in hand, Kreig told her shed feel better now and that if she wanted to, she could just remain on the bleachers for the rest of the lesson. In a daze, she did not respond. All the better for Kreig, who was able to leave her.

During the rest of the lesson, her gaze held only a fraction of the overt animosity exuded earlier.

He didnt mind, but it did make him question why she would seem so hateful to begin with.