One would think that after spending the entire weekend in tears, the incident at the party would have sunken in by now but apparently not. 

Your heart felt heavy this morning as you entered the school gates, some of the students even sent you pity-filled looks whilst whispering to one another. And just to think that only three days ago, they all saw you as a queen of sorts.

You eventually decided to rush straight to your first lesson, hoping to just get through this day. A deep intake of breath in attempts to calm your nerves, your back beginning to ache from the stress as you take your seat in the English classroom. 

It's mostly empty in here though, only a few students in your sights. Penguin, Shachi and Law all huddled together and Vivi alone on the other side of the classroom, appearing to be filling in some late homework. 

Suddenly a familiar presence appears behind you and it's already causing your blood to run cold, you want to look over your shoulder at him but your body simply refuses to budge in fear that it might just be him.

Although, when a supportive hand rests upon your shoulder as the male takes a seat beside you, you realize that it's just Mr. Shanks, your happy-go-lucky English teacher.

Thank God for that.

"Hey, you alright there?" The redhead questions kindly, his eyes filled with worry as he offers a half smile in attempts to cheer you up a bit. "Marco said that you've had a tough time recently so if you need a time out, just let me know, okay?" 

He'll really let me take a time out of lesson over a brea--Oh right, he's friends with Marco and Thatch. Of course he would.

"Thank you, Mr. Shanks..." You murmur quietly, most of your words being muffled by the ringing of the bell signalling the official start of the lesson. Your comment earning a nod from your teacher nonetheless before he rises to his feet, making his way over to his own desk as the classroom begins to fill with students.

Either he has excellent hearing or he simply just guessed what I said.

A sinking feeling emerges in your chest when you notice Bellamy enter the room, the jerk smirking directly at you as he passes your desk, muttering the word 'dethroned' under his breath. To avoid giving the asshole any satisfaction, you avert your eyes to the window instead, a small smile engraving itself into your lips. 

At least it's a sunny day...

Throughout the entire lesson, you have to tolerate Bellamy making remarks and flicking bits of paper at you. Mr. Shanks had moved him to the other side of the room when he noticed this but it did little good, the jerk still kept laughing out loudly about your break-up.

Will this guy ever grow up?

The blessed bell ringing at the end of the lesson and a massive weight immediately feeling lifted from your shoulders as you pack away your things. You've got Art next and the only friend of Kid's in there is Killer, but he won't snipe you over this shit so you're eager for the class.

Bellamy taking the long way around the room toward the exit just so he can shove past you harshly, managing to knock you into Mr. Shanks' desk in the process. The redhead looks shocked by the action for a moment before a dark frown takes over his features.

"Bellamy!" The man barks loudly as he slams his hands down on the table, briskly rising from his seat and freezing Bellamy in his steps. Usually, this man is so chilled out and merry, this side is entirely new to you and very intimidating. "You can stay back here for that, you little brat!"

Brat?! Are teachers even allowed to call students that??

It's only when your eyes shift down to the teacher's desk, you understand the man's rage. His drink had been knocked over when you hit the table, coffee now staining a photograph of a baby. You'd guess it's his and Makino's child, he mentions the baby often and he's one hell of a protective father alright.

This baby sure takes after Shanks for looks though...

Without wishing to linger for another moment longer, you make your way out of the classroom at lightning speed, a chill running up your spine as you pass Mr. Shanks, the man feels like a damn radiator. "Do you think you're clever pushing around girls, boy?" The redhead's deep voice being the last thing you hear upon retreating, making your way to Art class with an extra spring in your step since you're admittedly rather excited to see Mr. Marco.

That handsome teacher is the sunshine on my rainy day at least...

Naturally when you when enter the classroom, you're greeted with a sweet smile from Mr. Marco himself. The blonde approaching once you take your seat, leaning against your table as he picks up your sketchbook and begins to flip through the pages. 

Oh God, don't look at those! They're awful!

"How are you feeling today yoi~?" He sounds as chirpy as ever, his deft fingers slowly turning each page and his eyes not leaving your work for a second. Something about him makes you feel slightly better about your heartbreak, just the fact that he takes the time to see if you're alright and is happy to look through your god-awful drawings.

"I'm feeling a lot better than I was, still pretty shitty though. But, I guess it happens..." You mutter with a small and strained smile, completely forgetting that you're speaking to a teacher for a moment there. Your eyes widening when the realization finally hits you, your body shooting up straight as you struggle to regain your composure. "I-I mean, I'm well thank you, Mr. Marco! S-Sorry!"

Your sudden change in attitude only draws a chuckle from the blonde as his eyes ultimately flicker up from the book and land on your face instead. "Don't be sorry yoi. It was an honest question, I appreciate the honest answer." His voice softening as he lays the sketchbook down in front of you before pointing to the page he left it on. "Is this a phoenix?"

A slow nod of your head as your orbs follow his finger toward the drawing you had done a few weeks back. You had finished your last project before everyone else so you decided to draw something random on your newest page and since Mr. Marco's room is covered in Phoenix paintings, they sort of inspired you to draw one yourself.

"That's really good yoi! Can I keep this page?"

Wait, what?!