Humble smiled when Mr James said she was his favourite student and friend! It made her so happy. "I'll be careful!" she smiled, and then felt Mr James start to shake. "Whats up? Your shaking" she asked, and looked worried about him. Maybe he was having some kind of fit! The thought made Humble upset, because she had no idea what to do.

You need to be honest with her if you want to find out if she likes you back at all, James thought to himself as he heard her spoke those worse. "Just...flustered is all," he told her.

He wasn't really lying and he wasn't really telling the truth. So it had to count for something once he told her that.

Humble looked confused for a moment and then she smiled. She knew what Mr James really meant by what he said, but she also knew that like her, he would not say anything about his feelings for her. "I understand" she smiled and winked.

Standing, Humble straightened out her skirt and then unruffled her tie. Usually her uniform was perfect and neat, but today her shirt was scrumpled and her tie looked like it had been tied in nots all night. "I woke up late" Humble lied when she caught Mr James looking at her messy uniform. Humble didnt want him to know the real reason her unifrm was such a mess...


He probably might not like it if he found out she had been lay awake all night thinking of ways to tell him that she liked him... As way more than a teacher.

"Oh. I thought you to be a student who never went to bed past their set bed time," he said, meaning to be a compliment. "Remember, if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always come to me," he then said.

He looked down at her messed up uniform once again. She looked sexy that way. He then shook his head at that very thought. Get. A grip. Of yourself, James, he then thought to himself.

[[Missed youuu :glomp:]]

Humble didnt know how to take Mr James's statement about her 'bed time'. "I'm an eleventh grader. I dont have a 'bed time'" she smiled, trying not to sound too harsh, but feeling as though she needed to let him know that she was not a child who was required to go to bed when her mother and father told her to. After all, the last thing Humble wanted was for the man she liked to think she was just some child that he tought History to. "I go to bed when I'm tired, and I had a nightmare, if you must know!" she said, and felt stupid as soon as she did so... Humble was trying to prove that she was more mature than just any 'kid', but instead, she told Mr James that she didnt sleep because of some nightmare... Child! she thought to herself, cheeks going red.

((Aww I missed you too! :hug:))

James frowned. He had just said something wrong. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "I hope I didn't sounds like I was calling you a child," he then said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I understand nightmares," he then said.

He hated that of all the words he's spoken to her, now was the time for him to say something so wrong. He wanted to show her how mature he sees her as...not how immature he sees her as because when he looks at her, he sees a beautiful Woman.

[[Yay! :heart:]]

Calming down, Humble put her hand ontop of Mr James's that rested on her shoulder. She smiled and said "No, Its okay. It just sounded like you were treating me as a younger child, and I'm not. Im very mature for my age!" she giggled and reaslised how silly that sounded. Trying to soung older was obviously not working for Humble. If she wasnt trying to act and sound older, she would probably seem a lot more mature than she actually was.

"I have nightmares all the time" she said, not reaslising she was about to say that. "I was diagnosed with a sleeping dosorder when I was young, and Ive had nightmares ever since!" she smiled, and then decided it was best that she stop talking. Mr James was too attractive! Being around him made it impossible for Humble to not babble and make a fool of herself. Cheeks burning, she turned her face away from him. Her eye was still hurting from the massive amounts of bruising on her cheek and eye, but it was obvious that she was blushing. "I dont know why I told you that" Humble whispered, feeling stupid and childlike.

((Lol. And wait...what's the setting? I forgot. :cry:))

James smiled and looked at Humble. "Humble, I understand that," he said as he then took his hand away and kept it to himself. "Oh? I'm sorry to hear that," he then said, a response to her secret she had just told him.

Then James smiled. "Well, I am your friend...aren't I?" he asked with a joking tone.

[[What do you mean the setting? As in, where are they now? Cos theyre in the History classroom sitting on James's desk :) ]]

When Mr James pulled his hand away, Humble felt a slight bit of dissapointment. Although she didnt want to, or mean to, she still felt a bit upset that Mr James hadnt wanted to leave his hand under hers. "Dont be sorry!" Humble smiled. "And yes, you are my friend!" she then chimed, happy that she could call him a friend.

"By the way, I think you have a class waiting outside!" Humble giggled and pointed to the door. Outside stood a rather long line of younger students, all waiting impatiently to get into their History lesson. There were two girls peering in through the glass pain in the door and looking suspicious. The way that the girls were looking at her made Humble blush. They knew she liked Mr James! It was obvious after all!

((Okay, thank you! :nod:))

James shook his head and looked at the door. "Damn," he said as he turned around and quickly wrote Humble a hall pass. "I'm sorry," he said as he then handed it to her.

((sorry for a short post))

[[No problem :) ]]


Humble giggled and took the hall pass out of Mr James's hand. "I'm off home now anyway, and hopefully this time I wont hit my face on a street light!" Humble smiled and then blushed. She reached up and ran her fingers gently over her bruised face as if to rehiterate her point. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then Sir!" she chimed and stood up to leave his room and go home.

James sighed and squinted his eyes shut. "Dammit, I keep forgetting. I'm sorry, Humble. And take care of yourself. Put some natural Lavender on that bruise and it should be gone within two days," he said as he got up and opened the door as his class filed in. "Study period today, guys," he announced as he heard kids mumble "YES!".

[[Sorry I vanished for ages! I got rushed into hospital on Friday night and I didnt get out till yesterday afternoon and all I wanted to do was sleep... Sorry :'( ]]


Humble giggled and then left the room. She took one last backward glance at Mr James and shouted "Thank you for the advice!" and then walked away, still smiling to herself like a loon. On the way home, Humble didnt walk into any street lights or do anything stupid like that, she just skipped the whole way there. When she got in, Humble ran straight to her room and lay on her bed, day dreaming about Mr James and thinking about how much she couldnt wait to get into his lesson tomorrow.

((Awe what happened!?!?!?! Are you okay!? :gonk: And it's fine -- don't worry about it.))

James sighed as he poured some scotch into a small glass and he then sat down in a chair in front of the fireplace. The nights were turning cold and he hated it. He sighed and petted his cat that pounced onto his lap and got comfortable. He smiled down at him.

"Snowflake, you can't lay there long," he said with a chuckle.

[[Docs thought I had Meningitis... Which I do, but Mild Viral Meningitis, so It'll go away in a few weeks :)


Derrik? Whosssss Derrik?]]

-facepalm- I meant James :cry:

and, feel better! :squee::hug:

[[Oooh right, sorry. You confused me :( I hope I do tbh, cos I feel really REALLY poorly :'( ]]


Humble fell asleep quite early that night, and when she did fall asleep she had a rather nice dream about Mr James. They were sitting at his desk again and he told her he loved her.

Waking up, Humble was smiling to herself, and the sun was shining through her bedroom window. It would be a good day. Getting dressed, Humble made sure that her uniform looked neat and tidy and then she walked downstairs and got herself some breakfast.

The bruise on her face was still bad, but Humble smiled when she walked through the school doors and she actually looked confident and happy about herself. Today was the day that she would tell Mr James how much she liked him.

((:hug::huh::huh::huh:))

James sighed as he downed his fifth cup of coffee. He got no sleep whatsoever last night, unable to stop thinking about Humble. He had to tell her how he felt about her. Sooner or later. He would risk his job just for her to know for that matter. He sighed and went to the staff room and was thankful that a new pot of coffee had been made as he poured his sixth cup and yawned. After that, he walked to his first period as the warning bell rang.

He groaned a I-don't-want-to-be-here-so-bare-with-me and a quick nod at each student who had said 'good morning' or 'hi' to him on his way to his class. Then he settled down in his seat and sighed, rubbing is tired-strained eyes. He looked at his class.

"I have a vocabulary sheet that I'm giving you guys the whole period to work on for Friday's test. Be thankful...this was supposed to be homework," he said as he got up from his chair and grabbed the stack of front and back-printed vocabulary worksheets and passed them down the rows.

[[Aww, thank you! Hugs made me feel loads better :hug: ]]

The lessons dragged on slowly for Humble, and when ninth period History finally came around, she was tried and groggy and upset because of some younger kid bullying her again. Why did everyone treat her like that? She never did anything wrong!

"Hey Mr James!" she chimed and smiled as she walked into his class. He looked tired and irritated, and he had baggs under his eyes. Humble guessed from the tonnes of coffee mugs on his desk that he had a rough night last night. "Sleepless night?" she joked and smiled at him as she took her seat.

Humble pulled out her History book from her bag and placed it down on her desk. Looking up at Mr James expectedly, Humble reached back and pulled a pencil from in her curly ponytail style hair doo. She had pulled it back and left it in it's natural curly manner today, as she thought that it looked nice and she hoped that Mr James thought the same thing too. Humble had even worn a little bit of makeup to school today, not only to hide her massive bruise; which was getting worse, but also to make herself look prettier and more wide eyed.