Honey, You Should See Me In a Crown

[Charlene]

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HONEY, YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A { ? }


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This is the story of a young student and a teacher at Silkwood Academy who fall for each other at the worst of times.


Their love before is forbidden to the society around them, but as one doesn't know, the student is a mastermind, and


a murderer. It's too late to realize what each have fallen into, as well as sticking their fingers into the wrong honey jar.





CHAPTER: ONE


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Another bloody f-cking school day.


I couldn't even bother to fathom the idea of going today. Everyone was so stupid, so immature talking about such things that didn't even matter. Oh she got knocked up at that Saturday party? How lovely, look at how much I care. I ran my smooth fingers over the bridge of my nose, trying my best not to flip out on the way there in front of all these people. I was known as weird enough to them, so I didn't plan on increasing that reputation any more than what it should be.


Visiting my brother this weekend was alright, as I guessed. He was still stuck up in all his glory, being a part of the government and all. How I despised him. Mother and father always gave him the attention he wanted, leaving me behind to fend for myself. I hated him, hated him more than anything. But.. he was the only family of mine left, and despite all our fights and arguments (and the fact he's a stuck up prod), he was still a brother to me.


I gripped the edge of my leather seat when the bus came to a slow, and as swiftly as I could, rushed my way through the sea of people to get out first. I could only cackle lightly when hearing their statements and complaints about being rude and selfish. Oh ho, if they only knew. My hands were dirtied already by things more important. English class was first on my list, a rather tedious class indeed. Reading books all day and the moron of a teacher doing their best to decipher it to learn the meaning behind it. It was rather easy, as it lies right there in front of your greedy nose anyway. Do they expect us students to be that idiotic? I clutch the strap to my bag and immediately strut off into the school, prying my crowded mind to remember the room number that I knew so well. Was the weekend really that long? Hell. "22A." I chant to myself when it arrived, darting my peepers at the little golden plagues resting on each door. Before the bell had rung, I found my destination directly on the left, door resting halfway open. "I'm here, ma'am." I announced, fetching my seat in the back center while I ignored the giggles and rude remarks hurled my way. "Shakespeare today, or are we going to study the brilliant depression of Egar Allen Poe?" I jab, throwing a few hardcovers onto the top of my desk.

 

[Slinkerz]

Well, today was going to be brilliant. I could only sigh into the pen I was chewing on, correcting the tests that I received from last Friday. I swear there were more red marks than there were correct answers. With each swish of the pen for the wrong answer, it only repeated again in the same spot on the other papers. Maybe I was being a bit harsh on these tests.. or possibly the kids I was given were a batch of idiots. I smiled at that, it wasn't a perfect world after all. The only one who got each of them correct was.. Johann's. He was a brilliant boy.. a complete stuck up but, highly intelligent. Why was he shipped off to this academy rather than a private high educational one anyway? It wouldn't take him much to slip into one of those bad boys, for sure.


Finishing up the last paper, I piled them up on my desk and leaned back in my chair, breathing out as I looked at the clock. Five minutes of peace and quiet before the runts came in to ruin my life. Why did I become a teacher anyway? The pay was horrible, the upper staff were selfish d*cks and half of the kids who come through here fail, and continue to fail before the school give them the credit just to have then leave. "Horrible." I mumbled into the air, shutting my eyes to think. It was a Monday..


RINGRING! The sound of that bell nearly made me piss myself, some of the over-achievers already coming in and taking their seats up front. Ugh, how disgusting they were. Always harping up my tree about extra credit and all that bullsh*t.. "Take a seat everyone." I announced when straightening my posture in the chair, grabbing that pile of tests before standing up. It took about five more minutes for each of them to finally arrive, until Johann was the last one just in time. He pranced his way right in and took his seat directly in front of me, already being a smart *ss. "We already studied Edgar, Johann." I shot back at him, walking around my desk to pass each test out. "We're starting on Romeo and Juliet."


I nearly slapped myself when saying that title. Worst play ever written by the great Shakespeare himself, and yet it was required. "These are your tests from last week. Bit disappointed really but, as usual, Johann scored perfectly." I said, passing the last one to him.

 

[Charlene]

"Oh I'm glad, he was such depressing twat anyway. Thank you, ma'am." I smile, taking the test from his hands directly. Yet another perfect score, as I figured. The tests he gave were so easy, and here I am, being the only one getting all of them correct. Bunch of idiots. "Typical, you are all simple minded." I flash my canines, tilting my head off to the side when hearing the choice of read this week as a subject change. "Romeo and Juliet? Horrendous. I'd rather watch a fire burn a city down than hear that." I scoff, shoving the paper into my bag and fetching the hardcover book of Shakespeare himself. I wasn't going to enjoy this. I read this bloody book fifteen times when I was five, and each time was simply boring. "Well come along now, let's get to the part where they both end each other." I tap my fingers impatiently on the spine of the book, staring daggers into Mr. Wilson as he took his time to get the class going. He was so slow, yet so young and already developing bags under his pretty little blue eyes. Why he chose to become a teacher anyway was beyond me, a job like that was something most would avoid. I clear my voice and shut the book, remembering a verse from the very back of my mind. Hell, I knew the book by heart, but this part stuck me like a leech. "What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with a restorative."

 

[Slinkerz]

"Language." I rolled my eyes, retreating back to my desk to fetch my own book. "Also, it's sir. Not ma'am, sir. I tell you this all the time." I say back, not helping myself to be childish as well. The boy was a genius, yet he still liked to poke and prod at every little thing most find annoying. "Johann, please." I raise my eyebrows at the other kids in the class gasping at such a remark. He did have a point though, everyone else wasn't as smart as he was; getting an A on all of his tests. "No no, not that part. We're going from start to-" I ended my sentence short when hearing him speak and stare directly at me. His eyes were light blue, icy.. cold, so alluring. Like a venomous snake. I couldn't help but shiver, pressing my behind on the edge of my desk. The whole class went silent when hearing him articulate that verse with no problem, by heart."Thy lips are warm." I whispered after him.

 

[Charlene]

I gripped the hardcover book tightly, not tearing my eyes from him as he continued after my verse. Was he afraid? Confused? Interested? Shocked at such intelligence radiating off me? This wasn't even the final show, for I had plenty more to offer. "Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rust and let me die.." I whisper after him, dancing my fingers towards the edges of my scarf to playfully prod myself in the heart. Dead. Poor young Juliet, wrapped in the crimson scarves of love, suffocated to the point of death.. What an idiotic prude. "I play a lovely Juliet, don't I? Hold your applause. I know this book by heart." I close it loudly and toss it onto my desk, grinning widely at the silence of the students around me. "I can tell you every verse by heart if you would like."

 

[Slinkerz]

My lips began to quiver, I felt them. He was showing off. That's exactly what he was doing and I couldn't help but be amazed. I didn't even know any Shakespeare works by heart and this boy knew it like the back of his own hand - and how many years were they apart? A few? I sank my teeth into my bottom lip when watching his finger stab himself. This boy was no good but that mind of his.. what else was stored in there?"Johann," I started to say, catching my breath. My jaw tightened, fingering the pages of the book in my hands. "See me after class." The entire class "oooh'd" softly, trading glances between myself and Johann quickly, curious to know what trouble this young man would be receiving. It was no punishment though, I was curious. Very curious. "Now, we all seen what you could do Johann. Everyone turn to page one and we will begin reading."

 

[Charlene]

He was crumbling right into my palms, a teacher, curious to know what I was actually made of. That was certainly a first. I grinned when watching him gasp and shiver, jaw tightening while he spoke my name ever so gently. It was working, my manipulative skills actually working for once. "Certainly, Michael." I replied, the students around me quite literally, going berserk in their plastic seats. I enjoyed every second of this, how each little scroll of events unrolled itself without me even having to do much. I opened my book to the page as ordered and sat there, staring at him from across the room. If it hadn't been for the page turning and reading aloud, I swore I could have kept my eyes glued to him.


skippityskip.


When the bell rang, another mischievous grin flashed across my features as each person around me got up to left. I started to gather my things up as well, throwing them into my book bag and slinging it across my slender shoulder. A few stragglers took their time leaving, but then it was finally silent. "You needed me?" I announced finally, the room around the each of us completely empty. I stepped forward, running my fingers across each tabletop. "Did I do anything wrong?"

 

[Slinkerz]

Michael? Since when did he start calling me by my.. I inhaled sharply. What was he doing? I quickly fiddled through the pages to find the right one, glancing back every now and then to find his eyes still staring straight into my soul. I bit my lip, bringing my eyes down to my book to begin my lesson of reading allowed. I typically allowed the students to do it on their own but.. I knew what Johann would be like - bursting out random fits of knowledge and arrogance during it, disturbing the peace of others. It was for the best, I guess. I sauntered over to the seat behind my desk and sat down, placing the book in front of my eyes. "Two households, both alike in dignity.."


skip.


I could only sigh when the bell started to ring, allowing the students to leave as they pleased.. except Johann. The boy began to gather his things and strut over to the front where I sat, where I started closing my book to finally have a word with him. I brought my chin up and gazed at him, scrunching my brows. "No you didn't do anything wrong." I said, rubbing my forehead. "Well you did - I mean, I.." I sputtered, not really knowing what to say. I breathed out, placing my folded hands onto the desk to just get it out in the blue. "You're amazing. I'll be honest with you. The way you can recite such.. difficult verses like that out of nowhere? Incredible." I managed an awkward smile, leaning back in my chair. "Why did you choose to come to school here at this Academy? It's not up to your standards, if I'm saying it right."

 

[Charlene]

When he finally blurted it out, I could only grin even wider. Somehow I seen this coming.. but it was incredible to find out the truth. It felt so.. fulfilling. Like I was powerful and everyone around me was so.. stupid. "You're the first person to ever say that." I muttered, turning my back to sit on the edge of his desk, gripping the strap of my bag. "Most people just tell me to piss off." I laughed lightly as I craned my neck to take a close gander at the man complimenting me; who was even suggesting that I should change schools due to my incredible wit. "I haven't got the choice to. My brother sent me here, and that was his final word.. greedy prick." My sentence faded when even speaking of him - I hated that man with a passion.. and when I mean hate, I mean it. The fact we are even related by blood surprises me to this day, for we are complete opposites. "Nonetheless, I shouldn't have much difficulty getting into any university I please, you know." I gave my shoulders a light shrug, poking a few fingers around to glance at the papers scattering his desk. He was a rather unorganized man, filthy.. poor sod, must hate his job.