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Post by noelle ackerman on Feb 22, 2009 11:58:17 GMT -5
   This time, I wonder what it feels like
To find the one in this life ________________________________________________________It was fourth block, Noelle's planning period. That meant that she had the entire block to do nothing since school had just begun and she didn't have a whole lot to "plan" yet. As a result, she had decided to take a trip down to the gym class, like she had promised she would do. The other night she had met someone in the school's chatbox, Dean Conway, the senior gym teacher. They got along well, but of course they had been flirting the entire time so it was difficult not to. On top of that, though, Noelle felt like she had seen him before. He had showed her a few pictures and she vaguely recalled a guy that she used to see often whenever she was standing in line for a dance audition somewhere. At has been a while, and they never really said more then a sentence or two to each other so it was hard to tell. All the same, it sparked Noelle's curiosity, and was part of the reason that she had said she would come.
The young woman had stopped by the gym, and there was a class in there but it hadn't been the senior class. It was the sophomores and they were playing something like Ultimate Frisbee or whatever. It was something she had never played before. After talking with the teacher for a couple minutes, she gathered that Dean's class was out on the field today while the sophomores were in the gym. It was a gorgeous day outside, so she had no problem going out in her red short-sleeved shirt, white skirt, and golden heels. It seemed a little silly to wear these to school, right? Well, there wasn't really a dress code for teachers (aside from the fact that they had to keep themselves appropriately covered) and seeing as she taught ballroom dancing she had to wear something she could move in. As for the heels, well, Noelle was just used to it.
Her dark hair flew gracefully in the breeze while she made her way down the cement path to the field. Her shoes clicked rhythmically as she walked, sounding almost like a principal did in a teenage flick when she was coming to get a student for doing something wrong. But Noelle wasn't a principal, nor was she coming to get any students in trouble. She simply wanted to sit in the bleachers and observe Dean and his gym class. The girl would keep quiet, and maybe hope that he noticed her.
Noelle was close enough now that she could hear the students conversing with each other. While she came closer, she watched them, trying to figure out what it was that they were doing. It looked like football. Gosh, she was horrible at football. No, it wasn't because she freaked out if she broke a nail (seriously, who cared? they are going to break eventually) but because she really just couldn't do it. Not only was playing with guys scary, she could never keep hold of the ball if she had it. When she was in high school, sometimes she would fake being sick just so she wouldn't have to play and embarrass herself. It was a fun game to watch though, and she did like to often, so she didn't mind sitting in the bleachers and looking on while they did so.
She made her way across the gravel track that surrounded the field - which no one ever used, mind you - and over to the old bleachers that sat off to the left of the playing field. Noelle stepped up to the second level and sat herself down facing the class, then crossed one leg over the other and rested her arms over her knees. Just at first glance, the girl could see something that was so similar to her gym classes when she was a teenager. The guys were all rough-n-tough and into it, then there were a few tom-boyish girls who wanted to play as well, and of course the group of girls who thought that it was uncool to get a little sweaty stood off in the corner talking and looking at their nails. It was rather funny actually, she got older but teenagers stayed the same. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished!
`Tag: Dean Conway
`Word Count: 730 – fail, at least for what we usually do LoL
`Lyrics By: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody (whoot whoot!)
`Notes: [/font] avatars from livejournal somewhere... i know they're outside but i'm posting in this board anyway xD[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by dean conway on Feb 22, 2009 13:48:35 GMT -5
 Coach Conway cringed as one of the medium-sized guys got tackled to the ground by a bigger guy like a sack of potatoes. "Gary, ya gotta think with your head, not just your feet! You ran right into that guy's line of fire, you were asking to be taken down. Think strategy. And then run your ass off. Nice hustle, kid." Lifting his right hand to his mouth, he gripped the metal whistle and blew into it, signaling a re-grouping for the next play. He let the class work it out all on their own, he'd taught them how to do this already. They knew the ins and outs of football since more than a few guys in this class were on the team. There were those certain few, though, that took the class for one reason: he was the teacher. The ones that were less physically inclined were, for the large part, the cheerleaders. He couldn't figure out why they even decided to sign up for his senior physical ed class until he'd accidentally over-heard them talking. They were putting away equipment in the storage room, being helpful at least, when he was sitting in his office looking over papers. Turns out the storage room and his office are right next to each other, so he could easily hear every word without even meaning to at all. What he'd heard went a little something like this: "Did you see those sunglasses he had on today? Oh my goodness, I wanted to jump him right then and there." "Oh my god, I know. And those red shirts he's always got on - I didn't know a man could pull off red as well as he does, it's incredible." "And when he bent over to pick up the dodgeball? Uhh, I almost died from the view. Where the hell did they get a P.E. teacher like him and where can I get one all for myself?" Welllll then. Safe to say he figured out they weren't taking this class for the extra exercise. And it was also safe to say that Dean bent with his knees to pick anything up when the cheerleaders were around now.
That day, though, outside on the nice football field with the sun shining above their heads, Dean couldn't have asked for a better day. He stood there, in jeans and the red standard P.E. coach shirt, with his arms crossed and a whistle wrapped strategically around his right hand. He'd figured out early on how to wrap it around his hand so that it wouldn't be dangling off and was much easier access, so he stuck with the process that worked. Then all he had to do was grip the metal part and bring it to his lips. His green eyes that stood out in the bright sun studied the group of kids getting ready for a play. The second the word "hike" was heard the students in the game scattered to run out the play. Dean smiled proudly when it actually worked and Gary ran past him to score a touchdown. Clapping his hands in applause at their success, he yelled some words of encouragement as they huddled up to try to do that again. His eyes continued to scan the field, moving from the huddle, to the miniature huddle that the cheerleaders had going on where they kept glancing at them and giggling and whispering to each other, to the bleachers that were usually empty. Key word being usually. Today that wasn't quite the case. What he saw, actually made him freeze for a second. There was a young and gorgeous woman with gold heels and a skirt sitting on the bleachers, watching the class that he was teaching. Dean had this vague nagging feeling that told him he knew her from somewhere, but easily dismissed it. Dear Lord, she was good looking, and he'd be more than heartbroken if it turned out that she was one of these young kid's girlfriend.
Dean called over one of the running backs, Joey. As he jogged his way over to him, Dean kept glancing back and forth between the kid and the mystery woman. Finally the kid arrived at his side. "Yeah, Coach?" Tilting his head the slightest bit in the direction of the bleachers, he asked, "You know who that is?" The boy looked and then busted out into a grin. "That's Ms. Ackerman, the new dance teacher." You had got to be kidding him. That was the Noelle that had bet him a dinner. Which he knew he would get considering the bet had been that sooner or later these senior boys would start hitting on her. She really underestimated his knowledge of these kids. With a teacher like her, there was no way that wasn't going to happen. Hell, he was a male teacher, and the cheerleaders did enough hitting on him to make him slightly uncomfortable. His lips upturned into a devious smile. "Oh really now? So that's her..." Sensing Dean's tone of admiration and joy, Joey grinned along with his coach. "Yeah I know, what a TILF, right?" Dean shot him a questioning look. The kid just stared at him expectantly, knowing that it would click in a second. Another reason the students loved him so much was because he was basically a teenager at heart himself, so he was easily able to joke around with them and be good buds with the gang. It finally clicked, and Dean couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Teacher I'd like to...wow." Joey laughed along with him and then ran back off to join the game again. He wasn't going to lie, she was quite the TILF.
Over the next few minutes Dean kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know why she was sitting there watching the game, but he figured she was either waiting to talk to one of the students or waiting to talk to him. Damn, he hoped it was the second one. That tiny picture on the chat box did not do her beauty justice, that was for damn sure. And he was going to end up going out to dinner with her, one way or another. He loved the bet she'd come up with because even if he lost, he won. Either way he was going out to dinner with the new beautiful dance teacher. He hadn't been sure why she'd offered dinner to a guy that she didn't even know, but he must have said something right because she had. These thoughts ran through his mind and he walked over to the bench to grab his water bottle. Walking back to where he'd been standing before so that he could keep a close eye on the game and his class, he lifted up the water bottle and took a long swig. The cold water was heaven with the sun beating down over their heads even at this time of year. Just as Dean was removing the bottle from his lips, his eyes widened at the sight of one of the largest kids in class running straight for him, now only a few feet away. Oh shit. This was not going to end good. Next thing he knew, he was on his back on the field, the water bottle having flown out of his hands and to only God knows where. The large kid was struggling to pull himself off of his coach that had been flattened like a pancake. The group of students rushed around and formed a crowd around him, laughing and slapping the kid on the back. Tackling the coach when he was caught off guard, nice touch class. Dean stayed where he was, struggling to fight off the dizziness in his disoriented mind. He was in such a haze that he hardly realized what had happened. The student were laughing at their prank, but he vaguely heard a few of them ask if he was all right, though they sounded really far away. That was so not a cool joke to pull on an unsuspecting coach.
TAG. noelle ackerman.
STATUS. done.
NOTES. i am obsessed with the dark horse album. you don't even know. |
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Post by noelle ackerman on Mar 1, 2009 13:35:50 GMT -5
The one we all dream of
But dreams just aren't enough ________________________________________________________ Even though she had only watched the class for a few minutes now, Noelle could tell that Dean really liked what he did. It was just a look that someone had on their face when they really enjoyed their job. She hadn't been teaching long enough to know for sure if it was for her or not, but the woman could say that she felt at her best when she was dancing. People had told her before that they could see a certain glimmer in her eyes when she was dancing, and that was what she noticed watching Coach Conway. Of course, she was sitting a little far away, so that look could be misinterpreted, but all the same he obviously enjoyed being around the teenagers and watching them have a good time. This, of course, was not including the group of girls in the corner of the field having eye-sex with the guys who were playing. She had been a teenager once, too, and she knew the look when a girl was undressing someone in their mind. Everyone had done it at one point or another. She could even remember after gym class when they would be changing in the locker room and many of the girls would be talking about that one hunk. You know, the guy everyone went weak at the knees for in high school. Anyway, memories were always fun.
Noelle flinched when one of the smaller kids in the class was tackled, finding it hard to believe that they would be getting so rough with each other in gym class. Then again, she was one to talk. She could remember a time a while ago when she was practicing lifts with her partner and he kept dropping her, that hadn't been fun either. Needless to say, after about a dozen new bruises their teacher finally let her switch partners. Noelle had been in so much pain after that she could barely move for a couple days. That poor kid would probably be feeling the same way by tomorrow. The girl also took notice the the girls in the corner giggling at the sight. Gosh, didn't you just want to hit people like that sometimes? She would like to see one of them get tackled, they'd complain about breaking a nail. Maybe it was inappropriate to be thinking of some of the students this way, it was just that seeing something like that helped her remember her own bad experiences when she was in middle school.
The breeze blew at Noelle's skirt, lifting the light fabric as far as her knees before she pushed it back down and pushed more of it underneath her so, well, you get the picture. She didn't want to be fired already for public indecency. Just as she lifted her gaze again, the dancer noticed Coach Conway and one of his students glance up at her for a moment before looking back to each other, then laugh quietly amongst themselves for a bit before the student went back off to play with the rest of the class. Noelle was so at peace sitting there at the moment, it barely even crossed her mind that they may have been talking about her. Instead, she rested her chin on the back of her hand again and continued watching. There was only about ten minutes left of class, and Noelle didn't mind sitting around and waiting. Besides, it was just starting to come to her where she had seen Dean before. Actually, she had seen him on a few occasions. Ever since she was about seventeen or eighteen, she had been going to dance auditions for many different things. Music videos, plays, anything. At many of those auditions she would be standing outside in line waiting half the day, and there were a few times were Dean had walked by and they caught each other's eye. Until the other night, they had never said more then a couple things to each other at a time, but Noelle had always wanted to talk to him more.
She smiled softly while she watched Dean turn away from his class for a moment to get a drink. At least, until one of the students ran off the field and slammed right into him, knocking both him and his teacher down. Noelle instantly sat up straighter; her face filled with worry, and stood up off of her seat. It was hard to see what was happening, because the students were crowding around him (all with smirks on their faces, mind you) and blocking her view. When it didn't look like he was moving to get up, Noelle made her way down the bleachers to the field and quickly over to the group of students. "`Scuse me." There was probably no need to worry, but it was better to be safe then sorry. After getting through the thin circle, Noelle knelt down next to Dean. "Are you okay?!" He looked dazed, like when you wake up in the middle of the night but are still half asleep and you don't know what's going on. At least this wasn't inside on the gym floors, or else he probably wouldn't even be conscious. Then again, they probably wouldn't have tackled him inside, knowing what would happen. No, this was a light-hearted prank that they had pulled on their teacher and thanks to the thick grass he was likely to walk away with no more then a bruise and a new fear of his more muscular students. After all, that had been one heck of a tackle. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished!
`Tag: Dean Conway
`Word Count: 951
`Lyrics By: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody
`Notes: [/font] avatars from livejournal somewhere... i haven't gotten to listen to all of it yet! i looove this song though that post was bad...i want my good muse back[/blockquote][/size] |
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