What do you need, Courtney?” he asked.
“I need to prepare for my presentation but the blackboard in Miss Oswald's classroom is jammed. I can't reach the top.”
“I'll be there in five minutes,” John promised her.
Courtney vanished back through the doorway but not without throwing them another sly smile.
“And that was how the whole school found out about us,” Clara commented.
“Are you sure? Maybe she'll keep it to herself.”
“It is Courtney Woods,” she replied.
“Right,” John cleared his throat and then suddenly something seemed to come to his mind, “Listen, Clara, I called the boy this morning. Well, he's a man by now, but you know what I mean. I'm meeting with him after work today to find out what he saw that night. Would you like to come with me?”
“Sure,” Clara agreed immediately, “I want to come. Meet you at the car?”
John smiled at her before he bent down to kiss her again, a little more chaste this time in case another student walked in, although Clara didn't think it would make a difference now anyway.
“But Clara,” he said once their lips had parted, “I think that we should try to be less. . . obvious. At least for the time being.”
She nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Better not take any risks.”
When she headed back to her classroom after her lunch break she found Courtney and the rest of the class grinning broadly at her. Of course that girl had told everyone.
“So, Courtney, let's hear your presentation about Oscar Wilde,” Clara began after the ringing of the bell.
That smirk still on her face Courtney stood up and walked to the front of the class. When she turned one side of the blackboard over Clara spotted with relief that it was full of notes about Wilde. However when she turned over the other side she read in huge letters: Ozzie loves the Scottie.
Clara cleared her throat, deciding not to be humiliated by the suddenly cheering classroom.
“I think you missed a bit,” Clara said with a smile as she got up and reached for a piece of chalk, drawing little hearts over the 'i' in 'Ozzie' and 'Scottie', “There, that's better.”
The class laughed a little more.
“Alright, now everyone be quiet,” she told them as she sat back down, “I think Courtney knows a few things about Oscar Wilde that she wants to tell us.”
What do you need, Courtney?” he asked.“I need to prepare for my presentation but the blackboard in Miss Oswald's classroom is jammed. I can't reach the top.”“I'll be there in five minutes,” John promised her.Courtney vanished back through the doorway but not without throwing them another sly smile.“And that was how the whole school found out about us,” Clara commented.“Are you sure? Maybe she'll keep it to herself.”“It is Courtney Woods,” she replied.“Right,” John cleared his throat and then suddenly something seemed to come to his mind, “Listen, Clara, I called the boy this morning. Well, he's a man by now, but you know what I mean. I'm meeting with him after work today to find out what he saw that night. Would you like to come with me?”“Sure,” Clara agreed immediately, “I want to come. Meet you at the car?”John smiled at her before he bent down to kiss her again, a little more chaste this time in case another student walked in, although Clara didn't think it would make a difference now anyway.“But Clara,” he said once their lips had parted, “I think that we should try to be less. . . obvious. At least for the time being.”She nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Better not take any risks.”When she headed back to her classroom after her lunch break she found Courtney and the rest of the class grinning broadly at her. Of course that girl had told everyone.“So, Courtney, let's hear your presentation about Oscar Wilde,” Clara began after the ringing of the bell.That smirk still on her face Courtney stood up and walked to the front of the class. When she turned one side of the blackboard over Clara spotted with relief that it was full of notes about Wilde. However when she turned over the other side she read in huge letters: Ozzie loves the Scottie.Clara cleared her throat, deciding not to be humiliated by the suddenly cheering classroom.“I think you missed a bit,” Clara said with a smile as she got up and reached for a piece of chalk, drawing little hearts over the 'i' in 'Ozzie' and 'Scottie', “There, that's better.”The class laughed a little more.“Alright, now everyone be quiet,” she told them as she sat back down, “I think Courtney knows a few things about Oscar Wilde that she wants to tell us.”
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