Disclaimer: It's really simple. I don't own them. I only own Antonio.
A/N: To those of you who started reading Heartfelt Reunion. I'm incredibly sorry. A random system recovery occurred one day and erased the upcoming chapters for it, along with some other stories I planned on submitting for review. I still don't know if I'm going to finish it yet. I've kind of lost the heart. But here's another story I salvaged from the heaps. Enjoy!
CH 1: Day One
"Welcome to Reefside High school Ms. Hart," Elise Randall said warmly while leading her companion around the school.
"Thank you. This job is exactly what I was looking for."
Elise raised a brow, turning around to face Kimberly. "Really? A highly prestigious archaeologist such as yourself would really turn down trips to Italy and Spain for a mere teaching job with little pay and a bunch of rowdy and did I mention horny teenagers?"
Kim laughed. "I really don't mind and besides most excavations go really slow. It requires patience and extreme amounts of time. You just can't dig in."
Elise nodded. "I understand. It's much like teaching."
Kim bobbed her head. "Sort of. However you can't take care of a rowdy and did I mention horny seventeen year old brother traveling the globe, having him constantly complain about never seeing any of his friends."
"So it's a win-win situation," Elise interjected.
"There is nothing winning about it. It's literally a nightmare."
The school bell rang commissioning the start of school. Elise smirked at Kim.
"I'll have to see this young brother of yours."
Students filed in, crowding the hallways.
"Perhaps you will. He's prone to trouble."
Students walked around them to get to their lockers and homerooms.
"Well, then. Have a nice day and don't forget you're an archaeologist. You can back out at anytime you want."
Kim smiled. "Thanks."
Elise smiled walking over to a group of freshmen. "Hey!"
Kim jumped at the other brunette's screechy voice as she scolded the teens. Well, here you are Kim. Are you ready?
Entering her class room, she turned to face her students. "Hola! Como Estás? For those of you taking Spanish first period, you have come to the wrong class."
She received some laughter in response as four kids, embarrassedly stood to exit the class.
An amused look came on her face at the reaction. She walked towards the front of the class, examining her students' faces. "You guys look so gloomy. Cheer up! This is History! You should all be jumping and crying for joy. Yay!" She pumped her fists for extra emphasis as her students stared dully back at her. Okay Kim, you're making a fool of yourself. You have to get them interested or else lose them to the coziness of those hypnotic wooden desks.
"Alright, so you want to play hard to get," she muttered softly, looking at them intensely. One of her students was already nodding off while some of them played with their cell phones and mp3 players. Contemplating softly, she realized she turned down Paris for this. And what was so sad about it was that it was her first class of the day.
"Okay! Headphones, cell phones, ipods, Mp3 players -everything off!"
They obediently did as they were told. You've got their attention, now what else?
"So this is a history class- First period History to be exact -and I'm your teacher… Well, even a history teacher has to have a name. My name is Ms. Hart and I'm an archaeologist. And first and foremost respect me and I'll respect you, okay. I get the feeling some of you haven't had any luck with history and I'm here to change that. After all history can be pretty boring." A few hands went up, wildly. Notably most of the hands belonged to the boys.
"No questions yet. I need to know your names." Picking up a clipboard she nodded. She took her hand and placed it over her heart. "See. Me, Ms. Hart. You?" She pointed to a boy clad in red and expensive vintage looking jeans. His hair was a bit shaggy as he smiled cockily. Definitely a jock.
"Connor. Connor McKnight." Excited noises came from some girls in the classroom as he spoke.
"What do you do, Mr. McKnight? Brain Bowl? Computer Club? It's senior year, there's got to be something."
He nodded. "Me? I'm the guy who's going to take the Reefside Sharks' to the nationals."
"Well, Mr. McKnight's a guy who's sure of himself. Haven't we had many assured men like him around?"
He frowned suddenly. "Is that a bad thing?"
She smirked. "Depends. Are you a bad or manipulative person? Incredibly ambitious with no set morals? Have bad intentions? Completely shortsighted?"
"N-no." He was completely thrown off by her remarks and slightly scared.
"Good! Then I guess you have nothing to worry about… Connor, is it?"
He nodded, sitting back in his seat. "Yeah."
"Since we are on the subject of sports. Ms. Hart, your first name wouldn't happen to be Kimberly as in the Pan Global gold medalist. Now would it?"
Kimberly was impressed but unmoved by the blonde girl's nosy inquiry. "And you are?"
"Cassidy! Cassidy Cornell, reporter for Reefside's News Column!"
Kim appeared to be deep in thought. "I'm not sure, would it?"
The class groaned in her let down, awaiting some exciting new thing to gossip about.
A black haired kid wearing stylish glasses raised his hand. She called on him.
"At least someone remembered to raise their hand," she called over the uproar of questions. "Yes?"
"My name is Trent Fernandez and I was wondering what happened to our other history teacher, Mr. Rosenbaum?"
The class awaited her answer silently.
"Um…" She shook her head, unsure of how to reply.
"Is he dead?" One of them asked.
"Uh, no. -I don't know. I just kind of got hired. Well, transferred. I don't know anything about the staff here or my predecessor. Sorry. Maybe you can ask the principal?"
They all averted their eyes and an awkward silence fell over them.
"What? What's wrong? Is she like evil or something? I mean, she can't be that bad."
"Uh, you obviously haven't been here for long. Last year she and Dr. O got in a fight on the school lawn. The whole school practically saw it. Rumors are was that she was abducted by Mesogog and brainwashed into being one of his henchmen," a red-haired nerdy kid wearing huge framed geeky glasses informed.
"Really?"
"Oh, Josh. Joshua Tipenhower."
She noticed how some of the class snickered or rolled their eyes. "Okay, getting back to the introductions. You, there in the blue. Name, what you're into, and a small synopsis of your Christmas break."
The dark-skinned kid looked up, looking somewhat reserved. "Oh. You mean me. I'm Ethan James and I'm the president of the Computer Club. Over Christmas break I just chilled."
Kim tilted her head, trying to give him an edge. "That all? You sure?"
He nodded. "Unless you count Dr.-"
"Hmm? Ethan were you going to say something else?"
He shook his head. "Uh no."
She caught Connor and Trent and a girl clad in yellow glaring at him. She watched them closely recognizing a familiar vibe between them but shrugged it off. They caught her and instantly looked away, guilty. Kim turned to some others who voluntarily began to introduce themselves. The girl in yellow scanned Kimberly almost too close for comfort for the remainder of the class.
The bell sounded and Kim groaned a little. "Well, it looks like we're out of time. And I was just getting to know you guys so well! Oh well. We'll finish up tomorrow and go over the syllabus. No homework tonight. See you tomorrow."
They exited the room and headed to their next class. Kira glanced back towards the room. "Hey, you okay?" Trent asked following her gaze.
She nodded. "Yeah. It's just… Nothing."
"You sure?" Connor asked, entering in the conversation.
She turned to them as they formed a near circle in the hall. "Guys is it just me or does Ms. Hart look familiar?"
Ethan took in what she said and mused. "A little. Cassidy thinks she's a renowned gymnast. If she is maybe you spotted her on TV or something. I can check it out if you want."
Kira shook her head. "No it's alright. Just a feeling I had."
They continued walking to their separate classes.
They had all settled into their seats somewhat quietly. He began listing kids off from the roll and they silenced, responding to their names.
"Jesse McCoughnahan?"
America Gonzalez spoke up. "Dr. O, he's still in New York. Remember, he got all the teachers to sign that pre-excuse."
"Right! Forgot… Okay class, moving on, let's talk about-"
The door creaked open and a dark-haired teenage boy donned in a black leather jacket, worn jeans, a white shirt and black pf flyers entered in. He looked like a Beatnik.
"Dr. Oliver, right?"
Tommy nodded, shifting his glasses. "Can I help you?"
The class all turned to face the newcomer.
"Yeah, sure." The kid came over and shook his hand. "You're my new science teacher." He handed Tommy a piece of paper.
The kid stood while Tommy read over it.
"It says here that you're from Ohio."
"Among other places. My family's a bit dysfunctional so we travel a lot." Murmuring began in the background about the new student.
Tommy searched the paper coming up empty. "You got a name?"
"Yeah, Antonio." A smirk appeared on his face.
"Antonio what?"
"Antonio Myers-Hart."
"Interesting," Cassidy mumbled to herself. She turned to Devon who was seated opposite of her. "Devon don't you find it a little odd that on the same day we get a teacher and a student both with the last name Hart."
Devon nodded. "Yeah but his name is Myers-Hart. Ms. Hart's name is well… Hart."
She turned back around in her seat and silently chewed on the back of her pen. "He is kind of cute. Wonder if he'd willingly do an interview for an article in the paper?" Devon shrugged, kind of disliking the kid in hearing that she found him attractive.
"Well, take a seat. We were just getting started on-"
"Hey, are you by any chance related to Ms. Hart, the new history teacher?"
Tommy sighed. Cassidy's impulse to just shout random questions was beyond annoying and disturbing. "Cassidy,-"
"Myers-Hart, not Hart."
"Oh, sorry," she fibbed.
"It's okay."
"Well, I hear she is possibly Kimberly Hart, the Pan Global gold medalist. That would be interesting to have a relative by that name, now would it?"
Tommy quieted, beginning to dislodge from reality at the announcement of her name.
Antonio just shrugged. "I don't know." He went to go take a seat in the back.
"Hey." Someone tapped him gently on his shoulder. He turned to see a brunette with blonde highlights extending her hand. "I'm Kira. I'm sorry she- you, know. She's really into this journalist business."
"No, it's fine. I kind of guessed. …Antonio."
"I know," she said, smirking.
"I bet you would," he laughed softly. "Nice meeting you Kira."
"Same here."
Dr. Oliver snapped back realizing what he had been doing and resumed teaching the class. If she is who I think she is, Tommy you're in for a lot.