[Team One] New Teacher On The Block
“Around here?” Krystal scoffs, deep in her throat, a rough sound that’s dissonant to the way her petal shaped lips round her words so elegantly. “Don’t expect any sort of pampering here.” She sets down a tall sports bottle on the scarred work counter and Amber watches translucent pearls of condensation roll down the beveled sides.
“Don’t worry. I’m not.” Amber folds her arms across her chest. She hopes it makes her look tough, or if not tough then at least resolved. Krystal raises her eyebrows, her smirk half incredulity and half disdain, and from the quirk of Krystal’s lips Amber knows she just looks defensive--and probably a little scared--to the other dance teacher.
Great, Amber thinks as she watches Krystal turn on her stiletto heel and stalk down the hallway towards the gym and dance studio, leaving her behind in the crowded copy room. Day one, and already she hates me. Amber shakes herself, pulling her gaze from watching Krystal’s long red ponytail swish down her back as she recedes. She quickly flips through the paperwork the admin at the front office had shoved at her as soon as she entered the school. Waivers, HR info, sick leave policy--nothing too urgent.
Amber sighs, slumping into the lone chair shoved in the narrow space between the copy machine and the shelves of colored and white paper. She has five minutes to collect herself, to review the simple jazz routine she plans on teaching to the freshmen today, and force the jitters out her system.
Amber spends all five of them thinking about how perfectly arched Krystal’s eyebrows are, the way her eyes sparkle--no, flash!--whenever anyone challenges her. Oh shit, Amber thinks as the first period bell sounds, filling the hallway with electronic chimes, followed by a stampede of dull footsteps flooding into the hallway. She shoves her face into her hands and rubs at her bleary eyes hard enough to dislodge a few eyelashes. Oh shit--and it’ll be just my luck if she’s straight.
