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pocminiseries · 6 years ago

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Call My Name

New Challenge.

"Mrs. Scott informed me to highly recommend you for this job." He mentioned, glancing up from the file that sat on his desk. "That's impressive." He added, smiling at the beautiful woman who sat in the chair in front of his desk.

Brooklyn returned the smile, rubbing her slightly sweaty hands on her navy blue jumpsuit. "Yeah, it was a great learning experience to work beside her." She told him truthfully. The older woman has been a first-grade teacher for over thirteen years and one of the best in the city. So when she got a chance to pick where she'd do her internship, Southside Hill Private School was easily her first choice because of the opportunity to work with Mrs. Scott.

Mr. Torres nodded his head, understanding what she meant completely. "But I'm curious as to why you chose to work for public school and not private. Southside actually pays more and have better benefits. Especially with a resume like yours, you would've been hired easily."

"Honestly, I just feel like children who go to public school deserve great teachers as well. Besides, it's where I've gotten my education. Plus, I do this because I have a love for being a teacher, not the money." Brooklyn loved working with children, which is why she chose to be a first-grade teacher.

"I see. Well if that's the case....you're hired." Beamed Mr. Torres, standing up from his chair to congratulate her.

Brooklyn stared at the man in surprise. "Really? Just like that?" She gaped, not expecting to be hired on the spot like this.

"Just like that. We really needed a teacher as soon as possible, like starting tomorrow as possible." He explained, scratching the back of his neck. "Today is the last day that Ms. Stone will be teaching the class that you will be taking over."

Brooklyn eyed him curiously. "Why is she leaving so suddenly?"

"Well, you see....class 43B can be a bit, how can I say this? Challenging?" He guessed, struggling to find the nicest word to describe the students.

Brooklyn made a face, looking away, finding his words suspicious. "How so?" She questioned, pressing for more answers.

"Huey, Dewey, and Louie." He stated simply, hoping she'd get what characters he was referring too.

"You mean like Donald Duck's nephews?" She giggled, once she figured out his reference.

"So a mischievous group is why she's leaving?""Sadly and the one before has done the same." He revealed. "We've been through two teachers in the last five months and hopefully you're the one for the job." He was hoping, praying that Brooklyn could handle the three little boys who had a habit for tormenting the students and teachers.

"That bad huh?" She smiled to herself as Mr. Torres nodded his head. "If that's the case, I can't wait to meet them." There wasn't much that Brooklyn couldn't handle and if this trio was as bad as he claimed to be, then she was up for a challenge.

Mr. Torres sighed, placing his hands into his pocket. "It's recess, so I'll introduce you to the other two first grade teachers. Follow me." He instructed her, making his way towards his office door.

Grabbing her purse, Brooklyn stepped out first as Mr. Torres opened the door and waited for him to lead the way. "If you ever need anything and I'm not available, just call up to the office and Ms. Allen or Ms. Bell will help you." He informed her, pointing at the women who sat behind the counter smiling at the two of them.

Brooklyn politely waved and continued to follow Mr. Torres out of the front office and down the hall. Her eyes wandered all over the colorful painting that graced the walls that were obviously done by children. Numerous tri-fold boards sat on top of the tables that sat in front of the library about books that the older kids have done reports on. It got her all giddy inside seeing their beautiful minds explore and come to life from all the color and unique ways each board was designed.

"Each hall has different grade levels. Hall A is kindergarten, Hall B is first grade, where your classroom will be located, C is second grade and so forth and so on." He explained, pointing at each hall. "Some even have their own unique names. Like Mr. Graham calls his class the Go-Getters. His students tend to have the best grades."

Brooklyn chuckled at that, taking everything in as they approached the playground. Her eyes immediately landed on a group of what she assumed to be teachers talking among themselves while they kept a close eye on the children.

"Ms. Cole, Mr. Matthews this is Ms. Monroe, she'll be taking over for Whitney." He introduced everyone, Brooklyn taking notice in the shared look the teachers gave at the mention of Whitney.

The straight raven-haired Asian woman was the first to step up, holding out her hand towards Brooklyn. "You can just call me Jade and this is Ryan." She smiled warmly as both women shook hands. The male beside her eyeing Brooklyn like she was a piece of steak.

"Don't mind him, he's a bit of a flirt," Jade said, slapping Ryan on the back of the head to snap him out of his daze.

"Brooklyn."

"Where is Whitney by the way?" Mr. Torres asked, looking around for the fiery redhead.

"Here." A soft voice said from behind them. Brooklyn turned away to see a tall, pretty woman with a clearly growing belly. "I was just using the ladies room." She grinned at everyone, her eyes landing on a new face.

"Ms. Stone, meet Ms. Monroe, she'll be taking over for you."Whitney gave Brooklyn a sympathetic smile, patting her shoulder softly. "Did he tell you about the infamous trio?"

"Yeah. Are they really that bad?" Frowning at everyone as they all nodded their heads, Brooklyn sighed and look towards the playground.

"I wouldn't have resigned if I wasn't six months but dealing with them is too stressful and that's the last thing that I need." She explained, rubbing her growing belly. "Be careful and well aware of everything Ms. Monroe. Those boys are always up to no good."

"We know it may be hard to believe but it's true. What they did to Michelle, the first teacher, was just cruel. They knew she had a fear of spiders. So they decided to get Eric, a 4th-grade teachers class pet and plant it in her desk. The lady was so scared she pissed on herself and ran out of the classroom". Revealed Ryan, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Who exactly is in this little trio?" Brooklyn asked, now more determined than ever. Even if it was just children that they were talking about, she hated bullying. It wasn't cute, especially with little kids.

"The one in the blue checkered shirt is Aiden." Following Whitney's pointing finger, Brooklyn spotted a golden-haired boy who was busy running after another boy on the playground. "The one he's chasing is Isaiah." She added as Brooklyn took in the cute brown-skinned boy with two missing teeth.

"And lastly is their "leader", Jaxson." Ryan chuckled, putting up air quotes on the word leader before pointing at a boy who stood at the top of a spiral slide looking over the rest of the playground. She eyed him, finding it funny how he looked as if he was watching over his kingdom.

"He doesn't look like he'd harm a fly," Brooklyn said out loud. He looked so...innocent.Jade snorted.

"Yeah, don't let his cuteness get to you. He is the main one you really need to watch out for. It's like he can sense your deepest fears and uses it against you."

As if he knew that he was being talked about, Jaxson's eyes suddenly snapped towards the group of adults almost scaring them, causing him to smile at their reactions. But Brooklyn wasn't fazed one bit and he noticed.

The two had a stare down for a good minute with neither one refusing to back down.

He almost managed to throw her off when he began to grin at her darkly but Brooklyn was no weak bitch. If this little boy thought he was going to scare her away then he had another thing coming.

And Jaxson was going to push every single button that he could.

It was game on.

_______

It was late when Brooklyn found herself with a cart full of school supplies and junk food at her local Walmart.

She had a habit of doing most of her shopping late at night because it was simply easier that way. Plus fewer people.

Sporting in the casual attire of a simple red tank top and grey sweats, she walked down the junk food aisle, looking for something to ease her sweet tooth.

When she spotted a family sized bag of Hershey's cookies and creme kisses on the top shelf, her heart did a leap. "Why the fuck would they place it on the top shelf?" she mumbled to herself as she stood on her tippy toes to reach for the bag.

After two tries and failing, she had almost given up until a long arm reached out and grabbed the bag, handing it to her. She smiled, turning to thank whoever when her smile faltered at who it was.

"C-christian?" Her eyes looked him over, finding it bit weird at his perfect timing.

"Peaches." His responded, knowing how much she hated the nickname he had given her.

She was quick to decide that there was no point in telling him the obvious because she knew he was going to call her that no matter what.

"What are you doing here?" She asked stupidly before catching herself.

Christian smirked, looking around them. "Am I not allowed to enter Walmart?"Brooklyn rolled her eyes, placing her candy into her cart. "You know what I meant."

"Have you forgotten that I like shopping late too?" He reminded her. It was something that the two of them did quite a bit back when they were together.

She placed her hands on her wide hips, thinking that it was still way too suspicious how they ended up in the same aisle at the same time. "Are you stalking me or something? Because if so, y-"

"Don't flatter yourself, love." He rudely interjected. "This was purely coincidental, that I promise you."

Brooklyn bit back the words she wanted to say and chose to turn around and leave him there instead. She was clearly bothered by his choice of words for some reason. He really didn't have to cut her off like that.

'Don't flatter yourself', she mocked in her head. 'Stupid accent head ass'

"Are you really running away from me because of what I said?" He chuckled lowly at her retreating form.

"Considering I don't want to be anywhere near you, yes I am." She said over her shoulder, stopping in her tracks. "You have a nice night Christian."

And with that, she decided if she needed anything else, she'd get it tomorrow. She was partially surprised that he didn't try to stop her. Christian hated when she walked away from him. He always made it clear that if she ever had a problem to address him directly like the grown woman she was.

He wasn't too fond of keeping feelings bottled up.

Once she had paid for her things, she looked around the store, trying to spot him but failed to as she made her exit.

She questioned herself for even wanting to see him again.

But that's how it usually was. She always wanted to see him. Even after their "breakup" she still hoped to see him out in public at least. Although she would never admit that to him.

Popping her trunk open, she placed her numerous bagged items inside, not hearing or seeing Christian walk up behind her. Just as she closed her trunk, she almost jumped out of her skin seeing him standing there.

"What the fuck Christian?! I almost swung on your ass!" She barked, holding a hand over her rapidly beating heart.

"Your reflexes are weak, so I highly doubt that." He stated, running a hand through his hair, messing it up a bit on purpose.

"Shut up." He didn't have to expose her like that she thought to herself as she pushed the shopping cart into the corral.

"Come with me." He requested softly, holding out his hand for her to take.

Brooklyn eyed his hand, then his face. "No. Now bye." She declined quickly, moving towards the driver side door.

"Stop running from me." This was the third time that she had did this since he had seen her again.

She ran away when he barely touched her at the club, then inside of Walmart and now as they stood in the parking lot. It was honestly getting on his nerves because she had no reason to be scared of him.

She knew he was the last person to ever hurt her.

"What do you even want from me Christian? I told you that I don't want anything to do with you."

"And I told you that you that I would always want you!" He snapped back. "This front you putting on is childish because I know you baby."

Brooklyn, refusing to listen to him, hit the unlock button on her keychain. "I-i can't do this right now." She stuttered, barely reaching out to open the door before Christian softly grabbed her arm, stopping her.

She faced him, seeing that look on his face that always made her pussy weep with excitement. He tugged on her hand as he started to walk backward, silently telling her to come with him. Hesitating at first, she finally gave in and allowed him to take her where he wanted.

They walked two rows away from where she parked and stood beside an all black Escalade that was heavily tinted.

"Get in the backseat." He ordered her, opening the back door.

"Excuse me?" She looked at him stupidly. "Nah, I'm not about to d-"

"Get in." His demanded more heatedly, turning Brooklyn on at the tone of his voice.

"Fine." She mumbled climbing into the seat in the very back. Christian followed behind her, closing the door behind him.

Brooklyn watched him get on his knees in between the space of the two seats in the middle in front of her. She knew very well what was about to happen. They were no strangers when it came to fucking in a car. He has taken her plenty of time in the front and backseat wherever, whenever.

Christian leaned forward with hands placed on either side of her and kissed her cheek softly. "Do me a favor Peaches...." He trailed off, sliding her Nike slides off her feet. She bit into her bottom lip as his hands reached for her sweatpants, tugging them down along with her panties, tossing them in the seat next to her.

"What?" She whispered, letting him pull her down the seat a little more and part her thighs, placing her legs over his shoulders. A hiss escaped passed her lips when he gave her a teasing, long lick over her very wet folds. Her legs trembled as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her sensitive clit causing Brooklyn to moan out loud, gripping the headrest behind her.

"Call my name."

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