Post by asher leilani lebeau on Jul 22, 2012 6:36:58 GMT 8
Heels clicked on the hallway as the woman made her way towards the far set of classrooms. The hallways were not quite filled with students yet, but there were some here. The kids looker up at the sound of heels and stared, some doing double takes as she walked. Asher was attractive, no two ways about it, though some accused her of having plastic surgery. In reality, it was genetics and working hard to keep her that way. She was here as a teaching assistant, something about filling in to help one of the professors at the school when their original teaching assistant had switched schools suddenly. She was there out of curiosity and since she was studying for her Ph.D. it was a good way for her to get practice in a classroom, should she choose to go that route since the science department had been filled with teaching assistants. It helped that her original minor had been in the area she was needed.
Asher sighed some as she finished her coffee, tossing the cup in the trashcan before taking a few steps into the women's room to pull up her hair into a tight updo, securing it with one clip, magically restraining the normally loose hair. When it was down, it grazed her waist and was wavy without being frizzy. Lovely genetics of being Hawaiian. Ash sighed some as she smoothed her hands over her clothes, checking her reflection before stepping back, picking up her bag again. She had the books required and a laptop, should she need it, but she mostly expected to be observing. She even had the name of the professor: A. Emmerson. But that wasn't much help.
That was until she looked him up on the school directory. There, nice and big and in color was the picture of the man she'd slept with on Friday night. Sunday was a nightmare, the weekly gossip column ran and Ash knew that something was a bit off. Well, if she was lucky he's wouldn't recognize her in nice clothes, not party clothes. Her tattoos were even covered, but she still had her tongue bar in. Her eye color she could do nothing about and she just hoped he hadn't payed attention. Asher muttered a small prayer under her breath as she exited that things would work out.
She moved quickly down the hallway until she found the room and opened the door with a deft movement. Asher would never present a nervous face to go with the emotions, but she was thankful that her picture was not in the school directory nor was her middle name. Not that it would be much help, she'd simply told him her name was Ash. Hopes could be hopes, couldn't they? she thought as she entered the classroom, a slight smile on her lips as she looked at the kids, risking to finally look at the professor at the front. The doors were in the back and it was an interior classroom, meaning no windows outside, just a small slit one in the door covered by a shade for the projector. Asher paused some, moving to the side as she checked the room and the students, a mix of class levels. She sighed and made her way down the stairs until she reached his desk, his back to her before she smiled some and spoke, breaking the silence.
"It looks like I'm your teaching assistant for the year," she said, the same slight purr to her voice that she always had.
Asher sighed some as she finished her coffee, tossing the cup in the trashcan before taking a few steps into the women's room to pull up her hair into a tight updo, securing it with one clip, magically restraining the normally loose hair. When it was down, it grazed her waist and was wavy without being frizzy. Lovely genetics of being Hawaiian. Ash sighed some as she smoothed her hands over her clothes, checking her reflection before stepping back, picking up her bag again. She had the books required and a laptop, should she need it, but she mostly expected to be observing. She even had the name of the professor: A. Emmerson. But that wasn't much help.
That was until she looked him up on the school directory. There, nice and big and in color was the picture of the man she'd slept with on Friday night. Sunday was a nightmare, the weekly gossip column ran and Ash knew that something was a bit off. Well, if she was lucky he's wouldn't recognize her in nice clothes, not party clothes. Her tattoos were even covered, but she still had her tongue bar in. Her eye color she could do nothing about and she just hoped he hadn't payed attention. Asher muttered a small prayer under her breath as she exited that things would work out.
She moved quickly down the hallway until she found the room and opened the door with a deft movement. Asher would never present a nervous face to go with the emotions, but she was thankful that her picture was not in the school directory nor was her middle name. Not that it would be much help, she'd simply told him her name was Ash. Hopes could be hopes, couldn't they? she thought as she entered the classroom, a slight smile on her lips as she looked at the kids, risking to finally look at the professor at the front. The doors were in the back and it was an interior classroom, meaning no windows outside, just a small slit one in the door covered by a shade for the projector. Asher paused some, moving to the side as she checked the room and the students, a mix of class levels. She sighed and made her way down the stairs until she reached his desk, his back to her before she smiled some and spoke, breaking the silence.
"It looks like I'm your teaching assistant for the year," she said, the same slight purr to her voice that she always had.
