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"Well its art"? That was her excuse? Jack muttered some things beneath his breath. This woman had no idea about what it took to teach, how in the world had she gotten a teaching job at the school? "Planning is important when it comes to teaching, so is a schedule, students need structure in their lives I'm sorry Rosie. But I dont agree with you," Jack shook his head as she went on about how she was letting them learn creativity. "I'm not saying to stunt them, but to have at least a loosely planned lesson would be beneficial, don't you think? If you let the students run the class its going to be pure chaos, and they'll end up in my office, or hell you will after they're done with you," Jack wasn't backing down on this. As the school advisor, he was going to advise, even if Rosie didn't appreciate what he was saying to her. He sipped more on his coffee, taking her in, her pink cheeks and passionate eyes, yeah he could get used to seeing her like this.
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The Porsche snarled against the tarmac as it wound its way through the narrow country roads leading down into the quaint Scottish village. Behind the wheel sat Kieran Warner, appearing every inch the rich poster boy he was. Dressed in a crisp linen shirt and chinos, with his Rolex glinting on his arm - he need only stand next to a horse and one might mistake him for a Ralph Lauren advert. The trees and thickets passed in a blur of green and brown as Kieran followed the familiar road from his parents house to the school he was happy to call his third…no…fourth home. He put his foot down as the road straightened out and jammed the car into sixth gear, making the most of the last stretch of freedom before he found himself in the narrow village streets. He would have usually taken the hill roads up to Aldridge and avoided the inconvenient high street, but he’d offered to pick up his friend on route.
Kieran was now regretting his offer, seeing the row of traffic lining the high street. There was a delivery van blocking half the road and people were queuing to get past. He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and turned up the music. It took ten minutes for the traffic to clear and Kieran sped off again, down the cobbled streets towards the village green where he’d agreed to meet Toby. The car skidded to a halt just outside the pub and Kieran scanned the street. Unable to make out his friend, Kieran grabbed his phone from the cupholder. Selecting Toby’s number he raised the phone to his ear and listened to the dial tone. “Where are you, ya bastard?” he muttered to himself, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Kieran was well aware that he was parked on a double yellow line and the parking warden seemed to take extra enjoyment in ticketing the Porsche with it’s personalised plates. He cancelled the call before the fourth ring had even sounded and let the car crawl forward a few inches, surveying the street once again.
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I'm in front of that new art gallery, down the street from the cafe.
After hitting send he pocketed the phone once more and looked around, his eyes on the lookout for an expensive car, he knew Kieran would be driving the Porsche, more than likely, and was looking for it. Maybe it would have been quicker to just walk up to school, but he wanted to catch up with his friend, plus he had the shopping bags in hand, so it was easier to wait.
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Kieran took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the top of his shirt. His eyes swept over the green once again but it was clear that Tobias wasn’t anywhere amongst the dog walkers or the elderly people feeding the pigeons. Two women out for an early morning run went trotting past the car in skin tight gym wear. Kieran’s gaze lingered on them as they passed but he the resisted the urge to beep the horn. He had already spotted the resident policeman stood on the corner up ahead and didn’t fancy having a run in with him again anytime soon. That was the thing about Kieran and his ostentatious Porsche, he drew attention and not often for the right reasons. The people down in the village had money sure, but their wealth was incomparable to those who lived up on the cliff. The presence of such an expensive car amongst the mud-caked landrovers and beaten up old estates, was a rare sight and one that came with judgement. Not that Kieran had the slightest care about what the villagers thought of him. The policeman was walking down towards him now and not wanting to give the man an excuse, Kieran put the car back in gear and drove around to the other side of the green. His phone beeped as he pulled in behind a battered Mercedes and Kieran dragged it out of the cup holder, scanning the message from his friend. His fingers crafted a message in seconds.
I just drove past there dickhead. 2 minutes. He sent back, giving an exaggerated sigh as he tossed the phone on the passenger seat. Jamming the car into reverse, Kieran turned the Porsche around and sent it hurtling back up at the highstreet at break neck speed. He spotted Tobias almost instantly, stood just outside the newly renovated gallery. His friend was already dressed for Autumn, sporting a summer tan and several shopping bags. The Porsche crawled to a stop just beside him and Kieran leaned across to the throw the door open. “What’s with all the bags? You look like my Mum after fashion week,” Kieran said, already accelerating away before Tobias had even closed the car door.
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Kieran shot a grin to his friend in the passenger seat. “Well where’s the fun in that?” he laughed, reaching across to clap Toby on the shoulder. Though the two had been friends for years, they couldn’t have been more different. Toby with his reserved, calm demeanour and Kieran almost the opposite, with his relentlessly wild attitude. It was a wonder they were friends at all. Kieran turned his attention to the road as the Porsche zigzagged through the village streets. “My summer,” he began, answering his friend’s question, “was excellent. I surfed, I tanned, I ate so much Italian food I undid three months of gym work. And…” Kieran winked at Toby. “Let’s just say I had the full, Italian experience.” He leaned back in the chair and slammed his foot down on the accelerator as they reached the open country road. The car engine revved and growled as they wound their way through the highlands, green hills surrounding them on either side.
“Yours?” Kieran asked, realising he’d forgotten to return the question. “And how is the lovely Miss Langley doing? She knows I’m still single right?” His gaze slid across to Toby, a smile tugging at his features. It wasn’t a button that Kieran usually pressed, but as he was safely behind the wheel he felt he could get away with it. Surely Toby wouldn’t punch the driver, would he? The hills flattened out and the road down to the school came into view minutes later. Reaching across, Kieran turned the radio down a touch. “Did you hear about Aldridge?” he asked, “our boy got held back a year. If we can get him on the football team I’ll bet his Dad will bank roll us all the way to nationals.”
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Kieran asked him about his summer, poking at Abigail as he did, Tobias felt his blood pressure rise slightly, he didn't like it when Kieran said stuff about his girlfriend, especially insinuating that Abigail would have anything to do with him. Tobias was sure that his girlfriend loved him, and wanted nothing but friendship with Kieran, but he still didn't like it. Tobias was tempted to slug him, but that might make him veer off the road, so he held himself back, "Abigail is doing just fine," He ground out between his teeth, he forced himself to breathe, and relax, "She was on holiday over the summer, so we didn't get to see each other, but I plan on seeing her as soon as we get on campus." Tobias had missed her, and was glad that she hadn't fallen for some Aussie guy while away, at least as far as he knew she hadn't. Kieran mentioned Roman, "It'll be easy to talk him into getting on the team, just tell him that girls will be throwing themselves at him, and he'll be there. His dad, I don't know if he'll be very supportive..." Tobias knew that the two Aldridges didn't have a great relationship, him and Roman had talked about it a time or two. But he might bank roll them to nationals just for face value, like Kieran had said, who knows? "What do you think Roman did over the summer? Sit around the house doing nothing?"
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Kieran grinned at that. He could always count on Tobias to chastise him for his behaviour, to pull him up when he said something inappropriate or drag him out of fight he wasn’t going to win. “Because there is soo much time to settle down with one girl,” he said, mimicking Tobias. “I want to explore a bit first you know? You’re not telling me - that at eighteen - you want Abi to be the last person you ever sleep with.” It was a conversation they had a frequently, a debate on the perks of being settled or being single. With Kieran always arguing passionately for the latter. He believed what he said, there was plenty of time for him to get into a relationship. Right now all he wanted was to have some fun. He could save the serious stuff for after he graduated University.
“She was in Aus right?” Kieran asked as talk turned to Tobias’ girlfriend. Though he didn’t ever admit it, part of the reason Kieran was so against relationships was because of people like Abi. He’d seen her type a thousand types before and could already anticipate what would happen when they reached the end of the school year. She’d get her place at Boston Uni and vanish off to America for four years, leaving Toby behind. Long distance relationships never worked, much less long distance relationships with your high school sweetheart. There was a brief silence as he stopped the car at the junction and turned left, the last stretch before Aldridge Academy came into view. Kieran shrugged at Toby’s question about Roman. “Who knows. Probably got arrested for beating up a homeless guy,” he suggested, knowing it could be any number of things with Roman. “Maybe he finally did it, maybe he done-in Aldridge Sr!” He laughed. It was well known that the relationship between Marcus and Roman was a strained one, enough that Roman - who barely told anyone about his life - had made it known how much of dick his dad was. He never went into specifics but it was clear that Roman hated his father.
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"Yeah she was in Australia over the summer, I think she had a pretty good time," He replied confidently, they'd talked a handful of times, but she'd sounded light and happy when they spoke. It would have been better if he'd been allowed to go with her, but his parents, and hers, had had other plans for the teenagers, so they'd gone completely separate ways for the summer. Hence the reasoning for the stack of hand written letters that were stuffed in his backpack. He wanted Abigail to know that he'd thought about her all summer, and hadn't forgotten her. The subject switched back to Roman, Tobias could barely stand Roman's attitude sometimes, he told Roman off almost as much as he did Kieran. Though it was with affection half the time, because Tobias truly cared for his friends, even if they could be complete dicks sometimes. Roman complained about how his dad treated him, but Roman was a complete jerk to girls, and highly sexist. He'd thought Abi was going to slug him a few times for things he'd said in her presence. "Maybe he'll get his act together this year," Tobias commented as they turned on the last stretch to Aldridge, they were almost home. He would get to see his girlfriend, and put his things in his dorm, his other stuff had arrived before him. "Hey do you think we're rooming together this year?" Tobias hoped so.
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Kieran resisted urge to fake vomit as Tobias’ gave his declaration of love for Abigail. It was enough to make him want to swerve them off the road into a tree. Ugh, monogamy. He tapped his hands against the wheel as the roof of the grand old school came into view over the treetops. They were nearly home. Listening to Tobias once again, Kieran managed a grin. “Oh, I bet she did,” he said, placing emphasis on all the wrong words. Kieran knew he ought to rein it in, lest he get a punch of Toby the moment they stepped out of the car. But he hadn’t seen his friend all summer and his ammunition had been building in that time. It was only banter, surely it couldn’t hurt that much. Kieran slowed the car down as they reached the ornate looking Aldridge sign marking the turning up to the school. The Porsche rumbled over the dirt track and Kieran tried not wince as he considered how much mud was getting on his alloys at that very moment.
“Roman wouldn’t get his act together if it hit him in the face with a hockey stick,” Kieran snorted, as they made their way up the winding road. The gates soon appeared ahead of them, flanked by two stone pillars and some rather creepy looking gargoyles. Behind them stood Aldridge, as prestigious and ancient as Kieran remembered. The car passed through the gates and onto the gravel on the other side. Kieran smiled in spite of himself, it was good to be back. He drove up the sweeping driveway and stopped on the other side of the garden, just opposite the front steps. “I bloody well hope not,” he teased, “especially if you’re going to be banging that into next Sunday.” He jabbed a finger towards the grand oak doors where a girl with soft brown hair and extremely long legs was sat waiting. Noticing the car, a huge smile spread across her face. This time Kieran did fake heave, but it only lasted a moment before he punched his friend on the shoulder and said, “Go get her, tiger. I’ll find out where our dorm is this year, text you when I know.” He wasn’t about to hang around whilst Tobias and Abi played tonsil tennis on the front steps.
