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They're doing it again

Despite my glasses I'm not as blind as the students sometimes think I am. And you'd have to be blind to not notice how Max and Victoria are going at it again. Honestly Max, what am I going to do with you.

Victoria can't seem to control herself around her, constantly poking and prodding at her like some grade-schooler with a crush that pulls the hair of the girl she likes.

Despite harsh words though it's obvious that Victoria doesn't mean what she's saying, well not completely.

They seem oblivious to the looks they're getting; half the class is watching them, some of them aren't even pretending to take photos of the partners they've been assigned for the lesson anymore.

It's like their in their own little world trading verbal barbs and snappy retorts as Victoria orders Max around trying to get her into position.

Victoria seems to bring out an inner fire in the normally reserved girl lately and Max expertly parries a snide remark about her clothes before counterattacking with a well timed comment about Victoria's attitude.

I can't help but smile a little as I watch, as a teacher you're not supposed to have favourites and you're definitely not supposed to encourage the sort of behaviour currently on display, but it's hard not to enjoy watching the show that's currently on display in my classroom.

Until now they've been locked in deadlock perfectly matched and I can't help but wonder who will win this time, then Victoria slips up and makes a mistake, "–maybe you're my problem."

It's the tiniest of openings but Max seizes on it and Victoria's face goes an interesting shade of pink.

She's on the defensive now and Max smells blood.

Gritting her teeth she tries to bite out a response which Max deftly deflects with a gleeful look on her face.

Uh-oh I know that smile, it's the one she wears when she's managed to come up with another John Lennon quote about life or something else to stop her from not getting into trouble for not handing in a photo again.

It looks like Victoria realizes it to, her eyes flicker around like a startled rabbit that knows it's trapped and is desperately looking for a way out.

In the end I decide to let things play out for awhile longer before after I've decided, in a strange reversal of their usual dynamic that Max has tormented Victoria enough and she looks like she's about to explode.

Her face is bright red and it looks like she's about to breath fire.

Quickly before my classroom suffers a repeat of Pompeii I intervene just as her body becomes overtaken with tiny tremors like a volcano about to erupt at any second.

Four minutes later I finally allow myself a sigh of relief as the class ends.

Victoria stomps off trying to look like she's ignoring the whispers and grins of the rest of the class who look like they've won the lottery from the looks on their faces.

It's pretty obvious from her flushed face and the slight trembles and spasms that she's not as unaffected as she tries to seem, and is likely to bite the head off anyone who calls her out on it.

Honestly Max, what am I going to do with you.

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