[KyalMarsh4eva!]

Here's the second one. I left the bit about them meeting. It's the same as in the real Neighbours episodes. Enjoy!

Rachel yawned and put her books down on the desk as she slid into her seat next to her brother. Their teacher hadn't arrived yet, and the rest of the class was taking full advantage of this absence.

"Where were you last night?" Zeke bored into his sister as a paper aeroplane landed on their desk.

"I could ask you the same question." Rachel raised her eyebrows and Zeke pulled a face.

"Ha ha." He retorted sarkily, but before their argument could escalate they were interupted as Susan walked in, with someone behind her. Rachel couldn't see who it was yet, but wasn't very interested. She gazed out of the window and thought back to last night, to her date with Angus. He was so hot...admittedly a little bit older than her...and she had lied about her age...but only by a few years. Anyway, she was definitely going to see him again.

"...and Mr. Henderson will be taking you for the next few months, perhaps even longer." Susan smiled at the class. Rachel broke away from her daydream to see who this "Mr. Henderson" was.

She could not believe her eyes.

Standing next to Susan was... Angus.

Her date from last night.

It couldn't be possible.

But it was. He was right there before her. He'd just been introduced as her new teacher. Her teacher!

The young teacher smiled around at the class - there was a visible breeze as all the girls sighed - and before Rachel could hide, in any way possible, his sweeping gaze landed on her. His smile froze and he blinked, looking completely and utterly confused. Rachel turned away hastily, humilation creeping him. She felt her cheeks flush red as Susan went on to talk about behavior in the classroom.

But Rachel couldn't concentrate. All she could think about was the mess she'd suddenly landed in. God, what must he think of her. He was her teacher. Her teacher. Now - obviously - he knew she was still at school.

How could she survive 3 months?

***

"Erm...Angus?" Rache looked over her shoulder to check the rest of the class had gone before facing her new teacher. But instead of answering he continued to tidy his desk. "Angus?" She tried again, a little louder.

"It's Mr. Henderson." Angus said through gritted teeth, not looking up. "If this isn't related to schoolwork then could you please leave. I have a lot to do."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry." Rachel muttered, holding on tighter to her folder. She bit her lip, feeling hot and embarrassed.

"About what?" he said finally, pronouncing the two words deliberately, as if to warn her. But Rachel persisted.

"I'm sorry I lied to you. About my age."

"You said you were at uni!" Angus suddenly spat out furiously, glaring at her. Rachel was so shocked at his outburst that she self-conciously took a step back. "But look at you! You're just a kid."

"I'm sorry." She whispered, but he had busied himself wit h the desk again. "I won't tell anyone, I promise." She tried again, but it was in vain. Angus swung his briefcase down from the desk and hurried out of the classroom.

**
Angus reached into the fridge and grabbed a beer. God, he he need it. A nice cold one to help him relax. As he sat down and flicked through the channels on TV, he thought back on the day he'd just had.

She was his student. His pupil. She was at school, in Year 10. He was her bloody teacher!

God, how an earth could this have happened?! She'd told him she was at uni. She'd humiliated him, made him look like a complete tool.

And she sat there in class, all innocent and not once looking at him, it made it so much harder. She was beautiful and he hated that. He hated the fact he'd gone out with a schoolkid, but more than that he hated the fact he still liked her. Because he did. He'd tried to talk himself out of it, he'd been cold and bitter towards her, he'd pretended he wanted nothing more to do with her...

But really he wanted the complete opposite.

***

"More pasta?" Susan asked, waving a hot bowl of macaroni in her face. Rachel declined. She couldn't eat, not at the moment. She felt awful. Embarassed. Completely stupid. God knows how Angus felt, though. Not that he'd want to talk about it. He'd made that much pretty clear.

But, she still like him. She really, really liked him. Last night had been brilliant; they both had the same interests, they got on really well, they'd laughed and joked around. And she knew whatever is they had was still there.

That's what frustrated her the most.

***

"...and after lunch, it's your PE lesson with me, as Miss. Smiths is away. I don't expect to see anyone without the correct kit!" Mr. Henderson warned the class before the bell went, and Jess and Taylah exchanged guilty looks, before giggling.

"Hey guys?" Jess swung round to face the group of Declan, Zeke, Rachel, Bridget and Ringo, who were lounging on the tables, as Angus left the classroom and a mini-riot ensued. "What do you think Hendo's first name is?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. Jess was obsessed with Angus, it was ridiculous. But for once, she'd got one up from her. She smiled in spite of herself, at this small victory.

"I think it begins with 'A' - at least, that's what it says on his teacher slip." Zeke offered, and everyone thought hard.

"I heard it's Andrew." Ringo piped up, but everyone else agreed he didn't look much like an Andrew.

Rachel sat in silence, irritation mounting as the group continued to come up with absurd names for their teacher. It was incredibly annoying, knowing the answer to something but not being able to tell. The last straw, however, was having to listen to Taylah firmly insist he was definitely an Allen.

"His first name is Angus." Rachel interupted loudly, and instantly wilted again as 6 pairs of eyes bored into her.

"How do you know?" Didge asked curiously, voicing everyone's question. Rachel noticed Jessica was especially suspicious.

"I..." she hurriedly tried to think up an excuse. "I was just by the staffroom yesterday and heard Fitzy calling him that."

As the rest of the group mused on the new answer presented to them, the bell rang and break finished. Angus returned to the classroom - deliberately not looking at Rachel - and it was time for their next lesson.

Rachel joined Bridget in the changing rooms - leaving Jessica and Taylah to explain the sudden disappearance of their PE kit - and got her bag. It smelt lovely after weeks of fermenting in her locker.

"God, Mr. Henderson is such an idiot!" Jessica raged into the changing rooms, Taylah following, with a murderous expression on her face.

"What happened?" Bridget asked, and Rachel immediately wished she hadn't.

Jessica launched into a furious tirade of abuse - Mr. Henderson hadn't been so unreasonable, she'd only forgotten her PE kit, "...it wasn't a crime or anything!" - and all the girls grinned at each other.

"Ah, Didge, can you help me?" Rachel called out, suddenly blinded as she got stuck putting her PE shirt on. She felt distinctly uncomfortable, standing there with her arms waving in the air, her shirt twisted round her head, and her bra in full view for everyone to see. She heard someone giggle, and felt two hands on her back, and before she could do anything she suddenly found herself being shoved forward some metres into someone. There was a sharp intake of breath from behind her, and several stifled giggles.

"Sorry..." she muttered, struggling to free herself from her top so she could see who she'd been pushed into.

She finally suceeded and looked up to see a very red Angus staring back at her.

**

[Miranda-For-US-President]

To begin with... "Rachel joined Bridget in the changing rooms" - amazing.

i cant believe it but i think you may have topped your previous one... while the other was great and i enjoyed it a lot, this one flowed a little easier and read well.

[KyalMarsh4eva!]

Thanks. I'm keeping some of the storyline kinda bits in this. Some of it is changing. Here's some more.

“Right today it’s contemporary poetry; modern poets from around the world who have voiced their opinions through their work." Angus grinned as he heard the class let out a resentful groan.

One week ago at that exact time she had fallen at the football pitch and her ankle had healed but tension in her and Angus’ relationship was rising. She caught him looking at her and put on the smallest of smiles. He had moved her to the back, swapping seats with Craig Simpson, in the pretence that he wanted Craig near the front so he could keep an eye on him. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

“How boring was that?” Jessica groaned as she got out the classroom, making sure she said it loud enough for Angus to hear.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Bridget argued. No one in the school ever gave the new teachers a break. She was in total agreement with Rachel that Jessica needed to be taken down a peg or two, and definitely didn't see her in the light that everyone else did.

“Ooh, looks like someone’s got a crush!” Jess raised her eyebrows accusingly, and Bridget rolled her eyes.

“Rachel Kinski, could you come back into the class please.” Rachel turned to see Angus standing by the classroom door. She exchanged looks with Bridget, and told her to go on without her. Then she followed Angus into the classroom, and sat opposite him at his desk. The atmosphere immediately became strained, and they both felt awkward.

“Rachel, you’ve been selected to go on a writing course at Melbourne University.” Angus gathered some spare pieces of paper and tidied them together. “It’s usually aimed at Year 12 students but some of your work has been submitted- and you’ve been offered a place.” Rachel’s mouth fell open and she smiled in delight, forgotten her company.

"Wow! Oh my God, that's...that's amazing! I...wow!" She gushed, pleasantly surprised by this bit of news. "Oh, erm, who sent my work in?"

Angus shifted in his seat, rubbing his neck.

"Ahm...well, actually, I did. I...sent it in." He found a fascinating mark on his desk and began to inspect it intensely.

“You did?” Rachel suddenly quieten and Angus nodded, still looking at the mark on his desk. Rachel felt a grin appear on her face. “Thanks.” Angus shook his head slightly to signify its unimportance.
“No, it’s ok. Your work is really good and I just thought ‘ Why not?’ and sent it. And so you got in.” Angus then looked up and smiled at her.

"Well, that was really nice of you." Rachel watched him, and watched his face as difference expressions and emotions passed. She would give anything to kiss him again. Just to feel his lips...she would do anything.

The previously friendly atmosphere vanished, and they were suddenly confronted with the awkward, tense air that had enveloped them before.

"We need to sort this out." Rachel said abruptly, and this time Angus didn't even try to protest.

"I know." He muttered, breathing deeply.

"We tried your way," Rachel continued gently. "We tried to just be student and teacher, but it hasn't worked."

"I know." Angus repeated, his voice reduced to almost a whisper, and he brought his eyes up to face her. His tone was filled with defeat; he knew what was going to come next. But as much as he dreaded it, he was excited, and full of anticipation.

Rachel let herself drown in his deep, soft eyes. She gazed into them, and when he looked back, they were transfixed for the next few minutes, content with each other.

Angus pulled away.

“Can’t we just talk about it?”

“No... not now” Angus raked in his pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. Not now as in... “ Later.” He handed the small piece of paper.

“What is it?” She unfolded it.

“My address. Come round about 7. Just make sure no one sees you. My neighbours are pretty nosey.” Rachel chuckled. She had his address. His address. This most definitely didn’t mean he was ending it. Quite the opposite, really.

“I-yeah. 7…okay. Um…yeah…” She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Angus left, but she remained in her chair, frozen with astonishment.

***
“Ooh, going somewhere nice?” Susan enquired, sneaking up on Rachel and catching her just before she escaped the house.

“Er…” Rachel desperately tried to think up an excuse, her mind going blank at this sudden obstacle.

“I’m thinking a date! I mean, look at her nice clothes!” Libby appeared, giggling, and the two women gossiped like two school-girls. But before Rachel could slip out, Susan drew out of her conversation with Libby.

“Back by 11, alright?” She raised an eyebrow at Rachel, who turned a pleading look on her. “Oh fine, half 11 at the latest,” She laughed. “As long as you tell us where you’re going!” Libby chuckled, and Rachel made a face.

“Just a date. A guy from school.” She mumbled, well she wasn’t exactly lying.

“Ooh. Well, have fun!” Susan smiled pleasantly, letting her off the hook and indicating subtly at Libby to do the same.

“We’ll be up when you get back, and expecting details!” Libby teased, as Rachel headed out. When the door closed, the two Kennedy women resumed their childish whispering, speculating what Rachel and her mystery date would get up to.

***

[Miranda-For-US-President]

Sorry.. havent read for a while, been away

loved it, really romantic in the classroom when Angus called Rachel back in. Cant wait for the next installment.

[KyalMarsh4eva!]

Glad to see you're back! I was getting a bit depressed with people not reading it! Here's the next installment!

Angus reached into the fridge and grabbed a beer. God, he he need it. A nice cold one to help him relax. As he sat down and flicked through the channels on TV, he thought back on the day he'd just had.

She was his student. His pupil. She was at school, in Year 10. He was her bloody teacher!

God, how an earth could this have happened?! She'd told him she was at uni. She'd humiliated him, made him look like a complete tool.

And she sat there in class, all innocent and not once looking at him, it made it so much harder. She was beautiful and he hated that. He hated the fact he'd gone out with a school kid, but more than that he hated the fact he still liked her. Because he did. He'd tried to talk himself out of it, he'd been cold and bitter towards her, he'd pretended he wanted nothing more to do with her...

But really he wanted the complete opposite.

***

"More pasta?" Susan asked, waving a hot bowl of macaroni in her face. Rachel declined. She couldn't eat, not at the moment. She felt awful. Embarrassed. Completely stupid. God knows how Angus felt, though. Not that he'd want to talk about it. He'd made that much pretty clear.

But, she still like him. She really, really liked him. Last night had been brilliant; they both had the same interests, they got on really well, they'd laughed and joked around. And she knew whatever is they had was still there.

That's what frustrated her the most.

***

"...And after lunch, it's your PE lesson with me, as Miss. Smiths is away. I don't expect to see anyone without the correct kit!" Mr. Henderson warned the class before the bell went, and Jess and Taylah exchanged guilty looks, before giggling.

"Hey guys?" Jess swung round to face the group of Declan, Zeke, Rachel, Bridget and Ringo, who were lounging on the tables, as Angus left the classroom and a mini-riot ensued. "What do you think Hendo's first name is?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. Jess was obsessed with Angus, it was ridiculous. But for once, she'd got one up from her. She smiled in spite of herself, at this small victory.

"I think it begins with 'A' - at least, that's what it says on his teacher slip." Zeke offered, and everyone thought hard.

"I heard its Andrew." Ringo piped up, but everyone else agreed he didn't look much like an Andrew.

Rachel sat in silence, irritation mounting as the group continued to come up with absurd names for their teacher. It was incredibly annoying, knowing the answer to something but not being able to tell. The last straw, however, was having to listen to Taylah firmly insist he was definitely an Allen.

"His first name is Angus." Rachel interrupted loudly, and instantly wilted again as 6 pairs of eyes bored into her.

"How do you know?" Didge asked curiously, voicing everyone's question. Rachel noticed Jessica was especially suspicious.

"I..." she hurriedly tried to think up an excuse. "I was just by the staff room yesterday and heard Fitzy calling him that."

As the rest of the group mused on the new answer presented to them, the bell rang and break had finished. Angus returned to the classroom - deliberately not looking at Rachel - and it was time for their next lesson.

Rachel joined Bridget in the changing rooms - leaving Jessica and Taylah to explain the sudden disappearance of their PE kit - and got her bag. It smelt lovely after weeks of fermenting in her locker.

"God, Mr. Henderson is such an idiot!" Jessica raged into the changing rooms, Taylah following, with a murderous expression on her face.

"What happened?" Bridget asked, and Rachel immediately wished she hadn't.

Jessica launched into a furious tirade of abuse - Mr. Henderson hadn't been so unreasonable, she'd only forgotten her PE kit, "...it wasn't a crime or anything!" - and all the girls grinned at each other.

"Ah, Didge, can you help me?" Rachel called out, suddenly blinded as she got stuck putting her PE shirt on. She felt distinctly uncomfortable, standing there with her arms waving in the air, her shirt twisted round her head, and her bra in full view for everyone to see. She heard someone giggle, and felt two hands on her back, and before she could do anything she suddenly found herself being shoved forward some metres into someone. There was a sharp intake of breath from behind her, and several stifled giggles.

"Sorry..." she muttered, struggling to free herself from her top so she could see who she'd been pushed into.

She finally succeeded and looked up to see a very red Angus staring back at her.

This post has been edited by KyalMarsh4eva!: 30 July 2008 - 07:44 PM

[the_raven75]

I've just been reading this over at Neighbours Fans. I promised I would, didn't I?

Anyway, it's very good, so far. I'll continue with it later

[KyalMarsh4eva!]

Ooops I posted the same thing twice! Sorry guys!

[KyalMarsh4eva!]

Here is a LONG installment. I will try to upload everyday. Please coment. Thanks x.


She stood waiting at number 25. Angus’ flat. He’d be there somewhere getting dressed, watching TV, sitting on the sofa. She knocked loudly, with three raps and waited quietly. When no one answered the door she panicked, raking through her bag to find the little piece of paper, to check the address. Yup, it was the right address. Maybe he’d changed his mind.

“Hey.” She looked to see his smiling face resting against the open door.

“Erm... hi.” Rachel hesitated.

“Don’t get too excited.” Angus said with a grin, and Rachel chuckled, feeling ridiculous after her earlier assumptions, when she’d got worked up. There he was, right in front of her, pleased that she’d arrived. He didn’t wait for her to say anything else, but took her hand and led her into the flat. Rachel took in her surroundings; it was a very sheik, modern apartment with abstract paintings on the walls. Rachel slid on to the nearest black leather sofa.

“Do you want a drink?” Angus grabbed a glass and threw it in the air. Thankfully he caught it. Rachel chuckled.

“Water, thanks.”

“Here.” He passed her the drink and sat down next to her, drinking his juice. They sipped in silence, occasionally exchanging smiles. Then Angus put his drink down and turned to face her. Rachel followed suit, almost instinctively knowing what was to follow.

“You know, you are so beautiful.” He said quietly, admiring her face and gently stroking the structure of her face. She took his hand in hers, without answering, and pulled him into a long-awaited kiss.

It was like everything she’d ever dreamed of, and more. He was soft and considerate, but still firm. Their bodies pressed together, both eager and enthusiastic, and it didn’t feel wrong. His hands delicately caressed every curve and she was breath-taken, their intimacy reaching new heights. He never forced, never demanded, but encouraged and gave choices. But Rachel could only say yes; she was in love. She knew she was in love.

***
“Tell me that you love me.” Rachel turned over on to her side to face Angus. He rubbed his eyes. He chuckled, and kissed her fully on the mouth.

“I love you.” He confirmed. Rachel rolled onto his chest and pulled the duvet cover over her to block out the chill.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, gently stroking her arm. He pulled her slightly closer, and tilted her face up to meet his concerned one.

"Sure." Rachel smiled.

"You know, it's normal for you to be...well, y'know...a bit, freaked out..." Angus continued carefully, well aware of the eggshells he was walking on.

"No, I promise. I'm fine." Rachel insisted truthfully. "It was perfect. Everything is just...perfect." She sighed blissfully, before resuming her place. Before long, she had succumbed to a gentle slumber, and her delicate little snores only made Angus love her even more.

***

“Rach, Rach. Wake up!” Angus gently shook her to wake her up.

“What?!” She eventually woke up. Angus chuckled.

“Come on. You better get going.” Rachel got up and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Angus pulled away. “Rach, come on. I’ll see you at school. First period.” Rachel got up and Angus spanked her on the bum.

“Ooh, kinky!” Rachel turned around and giggled while she was putting on her clothes. “ Car Crash would have a fit! You know she caught Ryan and Belle snogging in the corridor last week and gave them two weeks detention.”

“Old hag! When was she born the dark ages?! Apparently, and you can’t repeat this to anyone, she’s having an affair with Mr Herald.” Angus loved Rachel, more than anything in the world.

“The dirty little, slut!” Rachel couldn’t stop laughing. She flopped on to the bed. “I wish it was just us. No one else in the world. No rules and we could be together.”

“Me too.” Angus pulled away the hair from her eyes. “Come on you better go.” Rachel got up and with a final kiss, left. She didn’t want to leave but he was right. Everything was so right.

***
Rachel sat in her bed, unable to get to sleep. Just thinking. She got out her phone to check the time. Three twenty. Just 3 hours ago she was with the man of her dreams. She didn’t expect a reply at this time of night, well morning, but she sent a text to Angus, her fingers tapping at the keys as she mused over the idea.

thinkin o u. R x.

She sent it to him eventually, after going back and forth from the message composer to the address book, toying with it in her mind. It was just something to do, something to put her mind at ease. But then her phone beeped, a harsh-sounding vulgar sound that was out the place in the tranquil silence. She opened the message, and read his reply.

Thinkin o u 2. Luv u loads A x.

She smiled widely, even though no-one could see and she was surrounded by darkness. Everything felt okay again. He loved her. He loved her and he was thinking of her. Everything would be alright, and she didn't feel weird anymore.

With this simple, but happy thought in mind, she felt her suddenly heavy eyelids droop, and then close, and soon she was fast asleep.

***

“Rach, I need to talk to you.” Bridget grabbed Rachel’s arm and dragged her into the toilets. She made sure there was no one else in there.

“So what’s Declan done now?” All Bridget ever talked about was how annoying Declan was and what Declan did and blah- de- blah- de-blah.

“He kissed me.” She hissed, Rachel’s eyes widened.

"He what?!" She stared at her, who was looking very guilty.

"He kissed me. And," Bridget bit her lip unsurely, but Rachel encouraged her on. "Well...Rach, I really liked it!"

Rachel clapped her hands together in glee.

"I knew it! I just knew it!" She laughed. "Was this last night?"

"Yeah," Didge nodded, looking somewhat relived at finally managing to confide in someone. "He came over and sort of demanded to talk to me. He wouldn't go away."

"So...?" Rachel raised her eyebrows. She'd completely forgotten about Angus, instead getting caught up in Bridget's interesting love life.

"So...I let him in, and he told me he really, really liked me. Then he said scrap that, in actual fact he was in love with me, and he knew I felt the same way, and I was just using Josh to make him jealous, which was working 'by the way'. And that's when he kissed me." She came to an end and couldn't help but laugh at Rachel's astonished expression.

"Woah. Oh, you like him, you luurve him! You've got the hots for Declan! And you are just using Josh!" Rachel exclaimed, but when Bridget shushed her furiously, she burst into a fit of giggles.

“No I don’t!” Bridget poked Rachel’s side and she let out a yelp. “Come on we better get going to English. Mr Henderson will be wondering where we are.”

“Oh yeah, smooth, real smooth. Just change the subject when it’s getting to the good bits!” Angus was running late, thankfully so Bridget and Rachel slipped into the classroom.

Throughout the lesson, they snuck secret glances at each other wherever possible, but carefully, aware of prying eyes. Rachel put her hand up innocently, even though she understood the work completely, and when Angus came over to help she could tell every touch - a whisper of a stroke on her finger, his shoulder brushing against her arm, and his leg, ever so slightly, skimming against hers - were deliberate. It was so well done, so subtle and indistinct, that anyone who happened to be watching them would never have guessed. Any chance to interact, to flash hidden displays of love, were jumped at. It was a dangerous game to play, silly and reckless, but it enthrilled them both. They felt excited at their carelessness, the risk only heightening the feeling, and they felt a sense of triumph that no-one had guessed, no-one suspected, when they were conducting this affair right under their noses.



It was halfway through the lesson, and Rachel had finished her work. She sat in silence, staring at the wall, pretending to be locked in a faraway dream, but every so often she would flick her gaze over to Angus, who was doing the same thing. She would smile shyly, biting her lip, and trying to restrain herself from jumping up and kissing him.

Suddenly, Bridget nudged her hard in the arm, making her jump slightly; she had been so engrossed in this latest game. She slid a folded scrap of paper across the desk, and Rachel picked it up, intrigued.

why do you keep looking at hendo?!?!

Rachel's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in surprise, and she stared at Bridget in amazement. Didge merely shrugged and indicated for her to write back. Rachel gripped her pen firmly, shaken at the thought Bridget had noticed. Just when she thought they were safe.

I'm not! I'm just thinking about Susan - her MS has got worse
She slid the message back to Bridget, who read the reply and gave a muffled cough to make clear exactly what she thought of Rachel's excuse. Rachel glared at her furiously.

sure. so, erm, why do you guys keep smiling at each other?

Rachel read this in alarm, immediately panicking, but she tried not to let it show.

Er, we're not?

whatevs! something is blatantly going on!

What?!

come on rach - spill!

There is nothing to 'spill'!

liar liar pants on fire!

Didge I am being serious! Why on earth do you think there's something going on between me and Mr. Henderson!

well - apart from going on a date before? - all this lesson you guys have been sneaking looks and smiling at each other! a bit obvious!

Rachel closed her eyes momentarily, realising she was fighting a losing battle, and had been busted. But at least it was Bridget - someone she could trust with her secret.

I'll tell you everything LATER

She ignored Bridget's gasp as she slid back the scrap of paper, and instead listened as Angus began to address the class again. She also ignored the several pokes in the back, the frantic but hushed coughing fit, and the series of scribbled messages demanding to be informed 'now!' that piled up in front of her, fitting between the incentives and threats that Bridget had been reduced to. She would simply have to wait.

[danova]

i cant believe it but i think you may have topped your previous one... while the other was great and i enjoyed it a lot, this one flowed a little easier and read well.