Untitled Part 2, by wicked_89, PG-13
Title: Untitled
Author: wicked_89
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Chenzel, Cheno/OC, mentions of Idina/OC
Summary: Part two, Kristin returns Idina's wallet.
“Hi!” She heard a perky voice say and she nearly fell off her stool in surprise.
“Jesus Christ! You scared me!” She said, clutching her chest, looking at the blonde who had reached out and grabbed her hand to help steady her. Idina noticed a large yellow sticker on the front of her shirt that said ‘Visitor’ when she realized it was the woman from the café. She smiled at her weakly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to give you back your wallet.” The blonde handed it over to Idina. “It fell out of your purse when you ran out of the café.”
“Oh wow, thank you so much! I didn’t even realize that I’d dropped it.” Idina blushed, the little blonde laughed.
“I figured as much when you didn’t come running back in for it,” She smiled kindly.
“I’m Idina Avery, by the way.”
“Yes, I know. I saw your school I.D. I’m Kristin Thomas.” She extended a small hand and Idina shook it.
“Nice to meet you, and thank you for returning my wallet.”
“You’re welcome,” the bell rang shrilly and both women looked up at the source of the noise, “I should get going, my break’s almost over.” The blonde smiled again and turned to leave but Idina grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Wait! Uh, I mean, let me thank you properly. Er, you wanna go out for coffee sometime?”
“I work in a coffee shop and you wanna take me OUT for coffee?” Kristin giggled, her blue-green eyes twinkling with laughter, the brunette laughed with her.
“Ha, I guess not. How about lunch then? On Saturday?”
“That sounds good. What time?”
“Um…One o’clock at my place. I mean, if that’s alright with you,” Idina said, blushing, not wanting to sound forward.
“Of course, it’s fine. See you on Saturday then.” Kristin turned again to leave.
“Bye!” Idina called after her, holding her hand in the air. She watched the blonde walk all the way to the door then turn and give her a little wave before she left. Idina smiled, but then realized that she hadn’t given Kristin her address.
Idina ran out the door, almost knocking over a couple of the advanced chorus students in her rush, and jogged down the hallway, desperately trying to spot the blonde amidst the students. Finally she saw her and called out.
“Kristin! Wait!” The blonde turned at the sound of her name to see Idina jogging towards her, looking slightly out of breath.
“What is it?” Kristin asked, once Idina had reached her.
“I forgot to give you my address,” Idina said, Kristin giggled. “It’s apartment 7A, 91st street.”
“Ok, thanks. I’ll be there.”
“Cool.”
“Bye Idina.”
“Bye.” Kristin walked to the stairs and started her descent. The bell rang again and Idina had to run back to the classroom. I’ve gotta get in shape, she thought, all this running is killing me.
When she entered the classroom, she felt all eyes on her and blushed, not sure she would ever get used to a bunch of kids sitting around watching her all day.
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The advanced chorus class went better than the intermediate drama class, by far. At least this class didn’t seem so hostile. It seemed to go much quicker also, since these kids were already used to doing warm-ups so they breezed right through them. Once the bell announcing the end of class rang and the kids all left, Idina again sat on her stool.
“So how goes the first day?” She heard a familiar voice say, and she looked towards the door to see her friend Mark, in all his glory. He was wearing what he always wore, Idina noticed, a button down shirt tucked into his neat black slacks, his hair was combed back into a duck tail. She rolled her eyes, he was surely the only person that wore a duck tail these days, but he was probably the only person that it still looked good on.
“I think my intermediate chorus class hates me.” Mark laughed and walked over to her.
“Of course they do, you’re a teacher.”
“Gee, thanks for making me feel better.” Idina replied, Mark smirked at her and put his hand on her shoulder.
“It’ll get easier; it’s only the first day. Kids are never happy on the first day, come to think of it, the teachers aren’t either.”
“Mark, shut up.” Idina half laughed and half groaned, putting her head back, looking toward the ceiling. Mark’s rich brown eyes suddenly came into focus, and she pushed him back, laughing.
“You are so creepy sometimes.”
“All the better to torture you with, my dear.” He gave her a mischievous grin which she couldn’t help but return.
“Anyway, I just came up to tell you that I’m right down the hall in 464, and that you’re having lunch with me in the teacher’s lounge today, so come on.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, while she groaned.
“Alright, let me grab my keys and my purse.” She went into the office and got her things then came back out to find an empty classroom.
“Mark?” She looked around the room, wondering where he was hiding.
“Boo!” Mark yelled while grabbing Idina’s sides from behind, making the brunette shriek and giggle.
“You ass.” She said, once she’d stopped laughing, hitting him playfully in the arm.
“Yes, but you love me.” He grinned at her, and she rolled her eyes.
“God knows why.”
“Come, my lady, we shall dine together!” He said, offering his arm, Idina linked her own through his and he began frog marching out of the room, dragging her with him.
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“So, this is the teacher’s lounge, and those are the teachers,” Mark said, pointing to the people that were spread about the room eating lunch.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Hey! Watson! Didn’t you know? The 50’s called, they want their hair back.” A tall man standing in the corner called out to Mark, the woman next to him laughed.
“Hey Johnson, the village called, they want their idiot back.” Mark quipped back at him, both of them laughing now.
“Who’s your friend?” Johnson said, walking towards them, nodding his head at Idina.
“She’s the new drama/vocal teacher, Idina Avery. Idina, this is Matt Johnson, history teacher.” Mark told Idina while she shook Matt’s hand politely.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, smiling at him.
“Likewise.” He said, smirking at her, making Idina slightly uncomfortable.
“Dee, I’m gonna get us some food ok? Here, sit.” Mark said, leading her over to a nearby table and pulling a chair out.
“Ok…” She said, watching Mark leave.
“I hope you don’t mind if I join you?” Matt said, sitting down across from her, not really leaving her with much of a chance to reply. She just smiled instead, groaning inwardly as he looked her over appreciatively, knowing that this would be a long lunch.
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The rest of her week went without much excitement, except for the occasional outburst from one of her intermediate students, telling her that that was not the way Mrs. Mackie did things.
Idina tried to avoid Matt Johnson after the highly uncomfortable lunch they’d had on the first day. Mark started taking his lunch up to Idina’s room and they ate together, which Idina appreciated.
“So, what are you doing this weekend?” Mark asked, taking a bite out of his sandwich, looking over at her.
“I have a lunch date tomorrow, that’s it.” Idina said, opening a bag of chips.
“Lunch date? With who?”
“Well, it’s not really a date. The girl who returned my wallet is coming over and I’m making lunch.”
“Coffee shop girl?” Mark said, raising his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I wanted to thank her for returning my wallet. I don’t know many people in New York who would do that, do you?”
Mark laughed and shook his head, finishing off his sandwich, “She must not be from around here then.”
The end of lunch bell rang, announcing the end of Idina’s freedom, she sighed.
“See you Monday,” Mark said, grabbing his stuff and giving her a peck on the cheek.
“Bye!” She called after, watching him skip out of the classroom and almost into some students who were coming in.
“Excuse me, young lady!” He said, bowing to the girl in apology and continuing on his way. The girls blushed and giggled, whispering to each other, making their way to their seats.
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By the time school was out that, Idina was officially exhausted. She’d had to stop a fight between two freshman girls in the beginning drama class that afternoon; apparently one of the girls was going out with a boy that the other girl liked. Or something like that, Idina wasn’t exactly paying attention to the details being shouted at her from the other students while she attempted to come between the two girls, getting scratched and pinched in the process.
Now she was home though, ready to collapse on her bed and never wake up. She half-heartedly tossed her jacket and purse in the general direction of her dresser and flopped down on the bed. She kicked her shoes off and crawled further up, resting her head on her pillow and fell asleep.
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Idina awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, and looked at her clock; 6:30 pm. She rolled her neck and stood up, then made her way into the kitchen where the phone was still ringing.
“Hello?” She croaked into the phone.
“Idina? Hello dear, it’s Mom.”
“Hi Mom.”
“How are you honey? How’s school?”
Idina cleared her throat, “I’m fine. School’s fine.” She twisted the cord around her fingers while she listened to her mother talk about her week and how her father was almost completely useless. The mostly one-sided conversation ended ten minutes later when her mother announced that her father had set the microwave on fire.
“My family is so warped.” Idina said, looking at the phone before putting it back on the cradle, shaking her head. She decided to go back to sleep and made her way back into her welcoming bedroom.
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“Shit!” Idina curse, seeing that it was in fact noon on Saturday and Kristin would be here in an hour and she hadn’t done a thing. She thought she must have passed out to have slept for that long.
She ran into the bathroom and turned the shower on while she went back into her bedroom, shedding her clothes on the way, leaving on her bra and underwear, and began to lay out her outfit for the day. She hurried back into the bathroom, almost forgetting to take her underwear off before getting in the shower.
“Ah! Fuck!” She cursed, the cold water of the shower hitting her bare skin, causing goose bumps to form. She adjusted the temperature and washed herself.
Once out of the shower, she secured a towel around her body and one around her hair. She went into her bedroom, dried herself off and put her clothes on. She surveyed herself in the mirror above her dresser, approving of her choice of jeans and a tank top. She took the towel off her hair, which fell in graceful waves on her shoulders, and she smiled.
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At a quarter to one Idina had cleaned her apartment, put make-up on and was starting lunch. She put the pasta in the boiling water and got out the Italian vinaigrette, the jack cheddar, the tomato and the zucchini and was in the process of cutting them up when the doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock and noted that Kristin was five minutes early. She opened the door to reveal her landlady standing there, looking highly annoyed, with a note in her hand.
“Mrs. Pratt, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?” The old woman sneered at her.
“No, nothing’s wrong, except for the fact that your loser boyfriend left this on my door!” She screeched, waving the note in Idina’s face.
“What? Ricky left that on your door?”
“Isn’t that what I just said? Here.” She thrust the note at Idina. “You tell him not to leave anymore messages for you on my door!” She marched away, angrily pulling at the curlers in her hair. The elevator dinged and Kristin walked out, almost right into Mrs. Pratt, who glared murder at the tiny blonde.
“Watch where you’re goin’!” Mrs. Pratt snapped, causing Kristin to jump. Idina watched this in horror, suddenly feeling highly embarrassed.
“Hi Kristin.” Idina said, taking Kristin attention away from Mrs. Pratt. Kristin smiled and walked over to her.
“Hi. Thank you so much for having me over.”
“No problem, it’s not every day you meet someone in New York who’s nice enough to return your wallet.” Idina smiled. “Come in, please.”
“You didn’t really have to have me over for lunch though; a good deed is its own reward.”
“Mark was right; you must be from outta town.”
Kristin looked puzzled, “Mark?” Idina laughed.
“He’s my friend; he works at the high school too. He thought you weren’t from New York when I told him you returned my wallet.” Kristin laughed too.
“Well, he thought right. But really, you didn’t have to go to all the trouble.”
“It’s not a problem. Besides, I was curious about you.” Idina shrugged, setting the note from Mrs. Pratt on the counter, she’d worry about Ricky later. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said, going back to her lunch preparations. Kristin hung her purse and jacket on the back of a chair and looked around the living room.
“You have a beautiful apartment.”
“Thank you.” Idina smiled over at her, feeling very comfortable with an almost complete stranger in her home.
“Can I help you with anything?” Idina shook her head.
“Nope, I think I got it.”
Author: wicked_89
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Chenzel, Cheno/OC, mentions of Idina/OC
Summary: Part two, Kristin returns Idina's wallet.
“Hi!” She heard a perky voice say and she nearly fell off her stool in surprise.
“Jesus Christ! You scared me!” She said, clutching her chest, looking at the blonde who had reached out and grabbed her hand to help steady her. Idina noticed a large yellow sticker on the front of her shirt that said ‘Visitor’ when she realized it was the woman from the café. She smiled at her weakly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to give you back your wallet.” The blonde handed it over to Idina. “It fell out of your purse when you ran out of the café.”
“Oh wow, thank you so much! I didn’t even realize that I’d dropped it.” Idina blushed, the little blonde laughed.
“I figured as much when you didn’t come running back in for it,” She smiled kindly.
“I’m Idina Avery, by the way.”
“Yes, I know. I saw your school I.D. I’m Kristin Thomas.” She extended a small hand and Idina shook it.
“Nice to meet you, and thank you for returning my wallet.”
“You’re welcome,” the bell rang shrilly and both women looked up at the source of the noise, “I should get going, my break’s almost over.” The blonde smiled again and turned to leave but Idina grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Wait! Uh, I mean, let me thank you properly. Er, you wanna go out for coffee sometime?”
“I work in a coffee shop and you wanna take me OUT for coffee?” Kristin giggled, her blue-green eyes twinkling with laughter, the brunette laughed with her.
“Ha, I guess not. How about lunch then? On Saturday?”
“That sounds good. What time?”
“Um…One o’clock at my place. I mean, if that’s alright with you,” Idina said, blushing, not wanting to sound forward.
“Of course, it’s fine. See you on Saturday then.” Kristin turned again to leave.
“Bye!” Idina called after her, holding her hand in the air. She watched the blonde walk all the way to the door then turn and give her a little wave before she left. Idina smiled, but then realized that she hadn’t given Kristin her address.
Idina ran out the door, almost knocking over a couple of the advanced chorus students in her rush, and jogged down the hallway, desperately trying to spot the blonde amidst the students. Finally she saw her and called out.
“Kristin! Wait!” The blonde turned at the sound of her name to see Idina jogging towards her, looking slightly out of breath.
“What is it?” Kristin asked, once Idina had reached her.
“I forgot to give you my address,” Idina said, Kristin giggled. “It’s apartment 7A, 91st street.”
“Ok, thanks. I’ll be there.”
“Cool.”
“Bye Idina.”
“Bye.” Kristin walked to the stairs and started her descent. The bell rang again and Idina had to run back to the classroom. I’ve gotta get in shape, she thought, all this running is killing me.
When she entered the classroom, she felt all eyes on her and blushed, not sure she would ever get used to a bunch of kids sitting around watching her all day.
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The advanced chorus class went better than the intermediate drama class, by far. At least this class didn’t seem so hostile. It seemed to go much quicker also, since these kids were already used to doing warm-ups so they breezed right through them. Once the bell announcing the end of class rang and the kids all left, Idina again sat on her stool.
“So how goes the first day?” She heard a familiar voice say, and she looked towards the door to see her friend Mark, in all his glory. He was wearing what he always wore, Idina noticed, a button down shirt tucked into his neat black slacks, his hair was combed back into a duck tail. She rolled her eyes, he was surely the only person that wore a duck tail these days, but he was probably the only person that it still looked good on.
“I think my intermediate chorus class hates me.” Mark laughed and walked over to her.
“Of course they do, you’re a teacher.”
“Gee, thanks for making me feel better.” Idina replied, Mark smirked at her and put his hand on her shoulder.
“It’ll get easier; it’s only the first day. Kids are never happy on the first day, come to think of it, the teachers aren’t either.”
“Mark, shut up.” Idina half laughed and half groaned, putting her head back, looking toward the ceiling. Mark’s rich brown eyes suddenly came into focus, and she pushed him back, laughing.
“You are so creepy sometimes.”
“All the better to torture you with, my dear.” He gave her a mischievous grin which she couldn’t help but return.
“Anyway, I just came up to tell you that I’m right down the hall in 464, and that you’re having lunch with me in the teacher’s lounge today, so come on.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, while she groaned.
“Alright, let me grab my keys and my purse.” She went into the office and got her things then came back out to find an empty classroom.
“Mark?” She looked around the room, wondering where he was hiding.
“Boo!” Mark yelled while grabbing Idina’s sides from behind, making the brunette shriek and giggle.
“You ass.” She said, once she’d stopped laughing, hitting him playfully in the arm.
“Yes, but you love me.” He grinned at her, and she rolled her eyes.
“God knows why.”
“Come, my lady, we shall dine together!” He said, offering his arm, Idina linked her own through his and he began frog marching out of the room, dragging her with him.
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“So, this is the teacher’s lounge, and those are the teachers,” Mark said, pointing to the people that were spread about the room eating lunch.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Hey! Watson! Didn’t you know? The 50’s called, they want their hair back.” A tall man standing in the corner called out to Mark, the woman next to him laughed.
“Hey Johnson, the village called, they want their idiot back.” Mark quipped back at him, both of them laughing now.
“Who’s your friend?” Johnson said, walking towards them, nodding his head at Idina.
“She’s the new drama/vocal teacher, Idina Avery. Idina, this is Matt Johnson, history teacher.” Mark told Idina while she shook Matt’s hand politely.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, smiling at him.
“Likewise.” He said, smirking at her, making Idina slightly uncomfortable.
“Dee, I’m gonna get us some food ok? Here, sit.” Mark said, leading her over to a nearby table and pulling a chair out.
“Ok…” She said, watching Mark leave.
“I hope you don’t mind if I join you?” Matt said, sitting down across from her, not really leaving her with much of a chance to reply. She just smiled instead, groaning inwardly as he looked her over appreciatively, knowing that this would be a long lunch.
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The rest of her week went without much excitement, except for the occasional outburst from one of her intermediate students, telling her that that was not the way Mrs. Mackie did things.
Idina tried to avoid Matt Johnson after the highly uncomfortable lunch they’d had on the first day. Mark started taking his lunch up to Idina’s room and they ate together, which Idina appreciated.
“So, what are you doing this weekend?” Mark asked, taking a bite out of his sandwich, looking over at her.
“I have a lunch date tomorrow, that’s it.” Idina said, opening a bag of chips.
“Lunch date? With who?”
“Well, it’s not really a date. The girl who returned my wallet is coming over and I’m making lunch.”
“Coffee shop girl?” Mark said, raising his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I wanted to thank her for returning my wallet. I don’t know many people in New York who would do that, do you?”
Mark laughed and shook his head, finishing off his sandwich, “She must not be from around here then.”
The end of lunch bell rang, announcing the end of Idina’s freedom, she sighed.
“See you Monday,” Mark said, grabbing his stuff and giving her a peck on the cheek.
“Bye!” She called after, watching him skip out of the classroom and almost into some students who were coming in.
“Excuse me, young lady!” He said, bowing to the girl in apology and continuing on his way. The girls blushed and giggled, whispering to each other, making their way to their seats.
********
By the time school was out that, Idina was officially exhausted. She’d had to stop a fight between two freshman girls in the beginning drama class that afternoon; apparently one of the girls was going out with a boy that the other girl liked. Or something like that, Idina wasn’t exactly paying attention to the details being shouted at her from the other students while she attempted to come between the two girls, getting scratched and pinched in the process.
Now she was home though, ready to collapse on her bed and never wake up. She half-heartedly tossed her jacket and purse in the general direction of her dresser and flopped down on the bed. She kicked her shoes off and crawled further up, resting her head on her pillow and fell asleep.
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Idina awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, and looked at her clock; 6:30 pm. She rolled her neck and stood up, then made her way into the kitchen where the phone was still ringing.
“Hello?” She croaked into the phone.
“Idina? Hello dear, it’s Mom.”
“Hi Mom.”
“How are you honey? How’s school?”
Idina cleared her throat, “I’m fine. School’s fine.” She twisted the cord around her fingers while she listened to her mother talk about her week and how her father was almost completely useless. The mostly one-sided conversation ended ten minutes later when her mother announced that her father had set the microwave on fire.
“My family is so warped.” Idina said, looking at the phone before putting it back on the cradle, shaking her head. She decided to go back to sleep and made her way back into her welcoming bedroom.
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“Shit!” Idina curse, seeing that it was in fact noon on Saturday and Kristin would be here in an hour and she hadn’t done a thing. She thought she must have passed out to have slept for that long.
She ran into the bathroom and turned the shower on while she went back into her bedroom, shedding her clothes on the way, leaving on her bra and underwear, and began to lay out her outfit for the day. She hurried back into the bathroom, almost forgetting to take her underwear off before getting in the shower.
“Ah! Fuck!” She cursed, the cold water of the shower hitting her bare skin, causing goose bumps to form. She adjusted the temperature and washed herself.
Once out of the shower, she secured a towel around her body and one around her hair. She went into her bedroom, dried herself off and put her clothes on. She surveyed herself in the mirror above her dresser, approving of her choice of jeans and a tank top. She took the towel off her hair, which fell in graceful waves on her shoulders, and she smiled.
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At a quarter to one Idina had cleaned her apartment, put make-up on and was starting lunch. She put the pasta in the boiling water and got out the Italian vinaigrette, the jack cheddar, the tomato and the zucchini and was in the process of cutting them up when the doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock and noted that Kristin was five minutes early. She opened the door to reveal her landlady standing there, looking highly annoyed, with a note in her hand.
“Mrs. Pratt, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?” The old woman sneered at her.
“No, nothing’s wrong, except for the fact that your loser boyfriend left this on my door!” She screeched, waving the note in Idina’s face.
“What? Ricky left that on your door?”
“Isn’t that what I just said? Here.” She thrust the note at Idina. “You tell him not to leave anymore messages for you on my door!” She marched away, angrily pulling at the curlers in her hair. The elevator dinged and Kristin walked out, almost right into Mrs. Pratt, who glared murder at the tiny blonde.
“Watch where you’re goin’!” Mrs. Pratt snapped, causing Kristin to jump. Idina watched this in horror, suddenly feeling highly embarrassed.
“Hi Kristin.” Idina said, taking Kristin attention away from Mrs. Pratt. Kristin smiled and walked over to her.
“Hi. Thank you so much for having me over.”
“No problem, it’s not every day you meet someone in New York who’s nice enough to return your wallet.” Idina smiled. “Come in, please.”
“You didn’t really have to have me over for lunch though; a good deed is its own reward.”
“Mark was right; you must be from outta town.”
Kristin looked puzzled, “Mark?” Idina laughed.
“He’s my friend; he works at the high school too. He thought you weren’t from New York when I told him you returned my wallet.” Kristin laughed too.
“Well, he thought right. But really, you didn’t have to go to all the trouble.”
“It’s not a problem. Besides, I was curious about you.” Idina shrugged, setting the note from Mrs. Pratt on the counter, she’d worry about Ricky later. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said, going back to her lunch preparations. Kristin hung her purse and jacket on the back of a chair and looked around the living room.
“You have a beautiful apartment.”
“Thank you.” Idina smiled over at her, feeling very comfortable with an almost complete stranger in her home.
“Can I help you with anything?” Idina shook her head.
“Nope, I think I got it.”