The Beast Within (Chapter 1)

After school, Debra opened up her locker and took out a bag of clothes and a rolled up yoga mat along with her backpack. She went into one of the bathrooms to change out of her bohemian attire into some comfortable clothing. She head off outside to participate in yoga club. Debra had been going to yoga club since freshman year. Since this was her last year, she decided to make the best of it. Once she arrived at the grassy knoll where the club took place, he laid down her lavender-colored mat between two fellow mats. She put down the rest of her things next to her and sat down on the mat with her legs criss-cross. She waited patiently for the yoga instructor to arrive. As she waited, one of the members, an unattractive male, who sat next to her, were cutting his toenails with a toenail clipper. A piece of nail would fly off his feet every time he struggled to cut a single toenail. When a nail clipping flew across her lap, Debra decided to say something.
"Excuse me, not to be rude but do you have to do this now?"
"Sorry, toots," said the curly-haired milksop. "But I forgot to clip this morning. And I don't like stretching with claws."
Debra simpered politely as the boy continued to clip his toenails. She was still annoyed and grossed out at the sight.
Soon, the twenty-something yoga instructor arrived before the members' eyes. They all applauded her appearance. She smiled awkwardly before making a declaration.
"How is everyone doing today?"
"Oh, I bet we're jolly-goodness," Debra answered.
"That's good because I have terrible news."
Debra lost her smile as she awaited the news.
"The school decided to pull yoga club."
The members began murmuring and looking at each other in worry.
"What? But the school year had just begun," said Debra. "Shouldn't they have pulled this out earlier?"
"I know," said the blonde instructor. "They needed to think this over and they've decided that yoga club will be replaced with K-Pop club."
"K-Pop? People actually like that?"
"Of course, Debra."
"I don't listen to that."
"Then don't join the club."
"This is an outrage!" Debra's voice raised a pitch.
"Debra, calm down. Release the evil spirits trying to consume you and take in the good spirits to hydrate your mind."
Debra stared at the peaceful educator. "I don't have to listen to you anymore. You're not my yoga instructor. Yoga club is destroyed. I have nothing to look forward to in this school."
"Relax, toots," said the curly-haired boy, who was still trimming his nails.
"Stop clipping your toenails or I'll clip your face!"
"Hey, that's not very nice."
Debra stood up. "You know what's not nice? A bloody nose!"
She dove at the boy and started tackling him. The yoga instructor and a few members surrounded the brawl and grabbed Debra, attempting to pull her off. Soon, they successfully parted her from the defenseless fool.
"No!" The yoga instructor stuck her finger in Debra's face. "That is not how people solve their problems in yoga club."
"Do you hear yourself?" Debra asked. "There is no yoga club. I will do what I want."
"Debra, please, I ask you, simmer down. Now, yoga club may be gone but that doesn't mean you can't find your happy place. So close your eyes."
Debra shut her angry eyes.
"Take a deep breath through your nose and smell the delicious roses planted in your mind. Now exhale and taste those precious flowers."
Debra exhaled deeply through her mouth, relaxing her entire body and finding lost peace. However, the boy clipped one of his toenails and it shot Debra right in the eye. Suddenly, that peace was gone.
"That's it," she opened her eyes. "You won't be able to breathe when all you'll be tasting is blood!"
Debra ran towards the guy who screamed like a girl before Debra fiercely wrestled him down into the ground. The instructor, along with a few members, sprinted towards Debra and tried to peel her off again.

Girls' Outfits for First Day as Seniors

 Madeline

 Lizzie

 Andrea

 Debra

Skye

Like Teacher, Like Son (Chapter 5)

The next day, Madeline arrived at school, nervous to face her homeroom teacher. But she walked down the hallway with her head high and her shoulders back. She got closer and closer to the classroom until she walked right inside. The first thing she did was stand in front of her teacher's desk. She stood there until she made eye contact with Mr. Kendrick, who was sitting down.
"Hello," she said confidently.
"Hello," he said back.
She swiftly snatched a clean green apple from her bag. "Apple?" she offered while showing it to him.
"No, thanks. I don't want one."
"That's fine." Madeline reached into her bag and pulled out a plastic bag of apples from it. She dropped it down on the desk, surely capturing the attention of her teacher.
"What is this?"
"You said you don't want just one apple so feel free to pick out as many as you like."
"Ms. King--"
"No, let me say something. I am sorry for breaking up with your son. This might be hard to believe but I'm not perfect. I have flaws. I don't have physical flaws but I have mental flaws. One of my flaws is that I date boys for their face. And when I get to know them and I don't like what I know, I dump them. That's just what I do. Why do I do it? Because I'm picky. I've been that way since I was three years old and I didn't like most foods. Now I won't eat foods if they make me break out, gain weight or pass gas. Nonetheless, I wasn't the perfect girl for your son to begin with anyway. I would like to spend more time with him because I really liked him. I just let my mental flaws get in the way. And mentally, he was pissing me off. Therefore, I apologize to you."
Mr. Kendrick sighed. "Madeline, is one of the reasons for why you ended it with my son was because I'm your teacher?"
"Uh, no. Yeah."
"Mm-hmm. So I guess that adds itself to one of your 'mental flaws'."
"I guess so."
"Madeline, I don't hate you. If you respect me, I will respect you. You are not the type of person I want to spend time with. But you're not a bad person. I can see the potential in you. I know you're a good student and I won't treat you any different because you broke up with my son. Zeke will move on. He's a big boy. I raised him better than that. Ms. King, you may act confident when you walk through doors but when you let your facade get in the way, you hit other walls. You admit you're imperfect but it sounds like something you don't normally say. Maybe you should work on what's on the inside instead of what's on the outside. Got that?"
"Yes. It's going to be hard to do but I'll work on it."
"Good. I know there's good in you. You just have to use it more than you usually do. I accept your apology."
"Thank you, Mr. Kendrick." Madeline picked up her bag of apples and turned around to walk away.
"Wait!" the teacher stopped Madeline. "I thought you said I can have one."
"But they're my apples."
Mr. Kendrick made a face.
Madeline put her apples back down on the desk. "Sorry. I forgot that I had good in me."
"That's more like it." Mr. Kendrick opened up the bag and gradually picked up the apples he wanted.
As an impulse, Madeline swiped the bag from him. "You don't got to take all my apples, though."

Like Teacher, Like Son (Chapter 4)

A few days later, Madeline found herself in her friend's, Zeke, house after school. They sat on the couch in the basement, working on homework together. Papers were on the coffee table and notebooks were on their laps. Madeline basically tutored her friend as they were completing the same worksheet.
"You think you're catching along?" she asked.
"I'm catching something but I'm not quite sure," Zeke responded.
"It's not really that hard."
"It's not that hard because you knew this since you were twelve."
"Don't exaggerate. I knew this when I was eleven, thank you very much."
"So how do you do this again?"
Madeline began instructed her friend while waving her pencil over his paper. "I told you: to find the angle, you have to multiply the given radian with one-hundred-eighty over pi. You can cross out the pis because there is one on both sides. Then you multiply the rest and find the degree. Now, if you want to find the radian, you need to use the given angle, place it over one-hundred-eighty and multiply it by pi." She waited for a response. "Did you hear what I just said?"
"Yeah."
"Then what did I say?"
"Y-You know."
"Zeke, I could give you the answers if I wanted to but you won't learn that way."
"I know. But can you anyway?"
"No. Listen, I'll just write the equations down on my paper and let you look at it." Madeline flipped over the worksheet to its blank side and began writing small notes on it.
Zeke observed the notes she had written on her paper and started copying it onto his worksheet. Then he used the equations to complete a question. "So if I use three-pi over four, my angle will be one-hundred-thirty-five?"
Madeline clapped. "Way to go. You're catching on."
"Well, I got to keep up with you, baby."
She picked up the open wrapper of a Hershey chocolate bar and broke off a pre-cut square. "Smart treat for a smart boy," she said, feeding Zeke the piece of chocolate.
"Thank you," he said, munching on the small confection. "What do I taste if I get all of them right?"
"Well, let's not carried away."
Zeke chuckled, making Madeline smile. She leaned towards him and they gradually began necking each other. As they made out, Zeke's father, Mr. Kendrick, walked downstairs with regular yet quiet steps. He noticed the teenagers kissing on the couch and walked right over. He stood right behind the couch and stared at them for a few seconds before speaking.
"You guys need anything?"
Madeline screamed, startled at the close, nasal voice of Mr. Kendrick, and jumped back from Zeke. Zeke was surprised as well but only when Madeline yelped.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Kendrick asked.
"Yeah," Madeline answered, sitting up straight. "You just scared me a bit. That's all."
"You guys need anything?"
"No thanks, dad," said Zeke. "We're fine."
"Are you sure? You two don't want some food or water?"
"Oh, we got a chocolate bar," said Madeline, holding it up.
"Ah, okay. You guys studying?"
"Yes, sir," Zeke answered.
"Didn't look like it."
"We're sorry," said Madeline. She then told Zeke, "We should go back to studying math."
"Math? It looked more like health. Get it? Because it looked like you two were doing CPR."
"Funny... sir."
"But if you need anything, let me know."
"Alright, dad," said Zeke.
Mr. Kendrick turned around to leave but in a few seconds, he turned back around. "So you're doing math?" he asked.
Madeline looked up without moving her head. "Yeah."
"Oh, I'm great at math."
"But you teach English."
"I went to school like you two."
"Yeah but you haven't been since 1885," she muttered under her breath.
"Excuse me?"
She said aloud, "I said when were you born? 1985?"
"Oh, I'm not that young."
"Yeah, you were born in, like, the 70's," Zeke noted.
"Be quiet, Zeke. Do you guys need help?"
"Oh, no, thanks," answered Madeline. "We got it."
Mr. Kendrick walked around the couch. "I'm going to help you anyway."
"Okay, then."
Mr. Kendrick squeezed himself in between the couple. "What kind of math is this?"
"Trig," answered Zeke.
"You're both in Trig?"
"Actually, Madeline is only doing this to study and help me out. She takes advanced calculus."
"Get out of town!"
"I wish I could, sir," Madeline said through a grin.
"What do you have to do for your homework, son?"
"I have to solve for radians," Zeke replied.
"Radians. I don't get what radians have to do with anything."
"We don't either but we have to do them anyway," said Madeline.
"How good are you in math?"
"Really good. I get A's. I get A's in everything. I've told you this."
"And you think you'll pass it this year?"
"Yeah."
"What else are you good at?"
"Everything. Not to brag. But, yeah, to brag."
Mr. Kendrick looked at his teenage son and snickered. That made his son snicker as well. "Where did you meet this girl, son?"
"I just bumped into her one day," Zeke responded. "I don't know; I guess it was love at first sight."
"Love?" Madeline made a face.
"It's like you bumped into your soulmate," said Mr. Kendrick.
"Maybe," shrugged Zeke.
"You better never let go of that."
"I know. That's why when graduation comes, I'm going to put a ring on it."
"Graduation?" Madeline raised her eyebrows.
"Atta boy," smiled Mr. Kendrick. "Sometimes you got to cage a bird so it won't fly away."
"But if I got wings, let me fly."
"I really think Madeline is something special," Zeke told his dad. "I'm going to save all my money to buy her a big rock and once we get married, we're going to have plenty of kids."
"Plenty?"
"You got something to look forward to, huh, Madeline?" inquired Mr. Kendrick.
Madeline paused. "Yeah, I got something to look forward to. College."
"How are you going to go to college if you're getting married?"
"Uh, how do you know if I'll say yes to your proposal?"
"Madeline, it's going to be a big rock," said Zeke.
"Big," his father repeated.
"I don't care," Madeline scrunched her forehead. Then she relaxed her face. "Actually, I might care. I love me some diamonds." Her face tensed again. "But no! I'm not marrying you after school ends."
"But why, Madeline?" Zeke asked.
"Just because I graduate high school doesn't mean I'm ready for marriage. I won't even be old enough to drink at bars. Not that I would drink. Alcohol damages the skin. But you know what I mean. Besides, we've been going out for months. You think marriage is something to talk about now?"
"Of course it's something to talk about," said Mr. Kendrick. "How are you going to get married if you don't talk about marriage? You got to talk about wedding plans."
Madeline stared at the two. She could clearly see the similarities in their faces. "Oh, heck, naw. Zeke, can I talk to you privately upstairs?"
"Sure, babe," he responded.
"Handle yours, son," Mr. Kendrick said softly.
Madeline stood up, holding her books. She picked up her backpack and threw it over one shoulder. Zeke stood up, placing his books on the table in front of him. Madeline led the way by marching upstairs and entering the kitchen. Zeke was right behind her and stopped when she stopped.
"What's wrong, Madeline?" he asked.
"What's wrong? Zeke, are you serious?"
"What do you mean?"
"When you were conversing with your dad, were you serious about wedding plans and all that?"
"Of course. It shouldn't be a surprise that I want to get married someday."
"But after senior graduation? Do you think that's a little too young to marry someone?"
"Hey, love is love."
"But I don't love you. I've known you since last summer. Boy, what do you think? This isn't 'Romeo and Juliet'. You're lucky you didn't drink any poison because if you go, I ain't coming with you."
"How can you say that?"
"Because this isn't 'Twilight'. Zeke, are you mad?"
"I'm mad that you don't want to marry me."
"Is your father pressuring you into marriage or something?"
"No. Well, he wants me to keep the generation going. But it's not in a pressuring way, I promise. Come on, don't tell me that you never want to get married."
"Of course, I want to get married. When I'm in my late twenties. Don't you make observations? The younger you are, the crappier the marriage."
"So there's a chance we could get married?"
"Zeke, I-- Probably but who knows? I know that I'm not going to marry you after I get out of high school. I've known you for a few months. How do I know you're not an ax murderer?"
"I don't own an ax."
"Oh, my God." Madeline began walking away but Zeke stopped her.
"No, wait, hey. Don't leave. I'm not a murderer either. Come on, I really like you."
"And you really like your dad. It's like you're some sort of... papa's boy."
"Isn't every guy one?"
"Not the ones who don't have fathers and some of the gay guys."
"What's wrong with me loving my dad?"
"Nothing. I just don't want you to become him because he's forcing you. I don't want to date... a teacher."
"Is that's what it's all about?"
"A little. But mostly because you're forcing me into marriage. I'm not even your girlfriend."
"How are you not my girlfriend? You met my dad, we make out and you feed me stuff. You are clearly my girlfriend."
"But you can't just go calling me your girlfriend without discussing that with me."
"I shouldn't have to discuss our relationship with you. It's obviously what it looks like."
"Well, now, it should look like that we're... just friends."
"Friends?"
"Yeah, we can still hang out and do things together and talk. We just won't make out and feed each other."
Zeke scowled. "I don't believe this."
"I'm sorry, Zeke."
He stared cold at Madeline before sprinting away and going back downstairs. "Dad! Madeline just broke up with me!"
"Hey, don't tell on me!" Madeline shouted.

Like Teacher, Like Son (Chapter 3)

In the middle of the school day, lunch began for the students who was assigned to have it around that time. Luckily, for their senior year, the girls got the same lunch period again. At the cafeteria, Andrea, Skye and Lizzie had arrived earlier than Debra and Madeline. They stood, with lunch trays in Andrea and Lizzie's hands, several feet away from the table that they sat in ever since they've been going to Laguna Beach High. They stared at the coterie of friends who were sitting at the table, unaware of the standing girls. They were just talking, laughing and eating with each other while the trio just stood watching them.
"They're sitting at our table," mentioned Lizzie.
"I know that," said Andrea.
"Should we tell them to get up?"
"No," replied Skye, "we can't just tell them to get up. They're not Rosa Parks in the front of a bus."
"Then what do we do?"
"I got an idea," said Andrea. She handed her tray of food to Skye. "Hold this."
Skye held her friend's tray as Andrea took her brown leather purse off her shoulder. She held it in front of herself and dug her hand inside. She stopped digging once she got her hands on a long lock of curly dark hair. Skye and Lizzie stared puzzled at the ringlet between Andrea's perfectly manicured fingers. She put the purse back around her arm and eyed the girls at the lunch table to make sure they were not looking. She stepped a foot closer and quickly chucked the hair over the half the girls' heads. The hair landed right in the center of the table, capturing the clique of girls' attention.
Andrea ran towards the table and shouted, "Oh, my God, it's the Ebola worm! Run!"
The girls got up, shrieking and frantically ran away from the table. Andrea screamed as well to scare the girls off far. She quieted down when they had gotten far enough.
"Alright, they're gone," Andrea said calmly.
She and Skye sat down at the table, sitting facing each other. Skye placed the lunch tray in front of Andrea. Lizzie still stood in her exact spot, making the girls look at her.
"Why aren't you sitting down?" Andrea asked.
"I don't want to get Ebola from the Ebola worm," Lizzie responded with wide eyes.
"Lizzie, I made that up. Sit down."
Lizzie walked over to the table, almost hesitating, and sat down next to Skye, who sat on the bench nearest to the wall.
"You know, we could've sat at another table," mentioned Skye. "I really don't care."
"No way," said Andrea. "I carved my names under this table. This is marked territory."
Soon, Debra arrived to the cafeteria in her sparkly headband and red crochet dress. She had a smile on her face and was ready to eat with her girlfriends.
"Hello, girls," she greeted serenely as she sat down next to Andrea.
"Hey!" her friends greeted her back.
Debra started to notice the lock of black hair on the table. She picked it up and asked, "What is this?"
"Hair," answered Andrea. "I have tons of it hiding in most of my purses from previous scuffles I've been in."
"This was in your purse? And there's more of this?"
"Some of my bags are really weird so the hair snags and it's hard to get it out and stuff like that."
"You really need to chill it on the fighting, Andrea."
"I haven't battled anyone in months. Besides, it's hair. It's not like it's teeth which reminds me: I might have a tooth lost somewhere in one of my bags."
Later came Madeline, late as usual. She marched in with a stunned look on her face and sat down, just staring hard into space.
"Dad?" she asked herself out loud. "Dad?!"
"What's wrong with your dad?" asked Lizzie. "Did he fall down the stairs again? That man should stop wearing open-toe shoes."
"Not my dad. Zeke's dad."
"Your boyfriend?" asked Andrea.
"We haven't discussed terms yet. Right now, he is my special, flirty friend."
"What about his dad?" asked Skye.
"Did he fall down the stairs?" Lizzie guessed.
"No," Madeline responded. "Zeke's dad is a teacher."
"Here?" Andrea inquired.
"Where else?"
"Why is that bad?" asked Debra.
"Because he's my homeroom teacher."
"Oh!" uttered Andrea. "Now that's bad."
"I know, right? I had no idea he was a teacher here. If I knew that, I would have ran away."
"But you didn't 'cause he was good-looking," said Skye.
"Don't rub it in."
"Why not? You're dating the real teacher's pet, son."
"Do you understand how this is going to change everything? Now Mr. Kendrick is going to give me A's I don't deserve and if I break up with his son, he's going to give me F's I don't deserve."
"Well, you could always make up for your grades by making out with his son," recommended Andrea.
"I literally don't know what to do. And I always know what to do. I'm Madeline King!"
"Well, whatever you do, Madeline King, don't break up with him," Debra suggested. "So what if his dad is your teacher? That shouldn't change the way you feel about him."
"I guess you're right, Debs'."
"Is that Zeke over there?" asked Lizzie, looking to her side.
The girls turned their attention to the entrance. Madeline's handsome friend, Zeke, had just entered the cafeteria by himself.
"Oh, yeah, it is," responded Madeline.
"Maybe you should talk to him, Mrs. Kendrick," insisted Skye.
Madeline took her feet out of the table and stood up. "Don't call me that."
"I'm sorry. Mrs. King-Kendrick because I assume you'd want to keep your last name."
Madeline walked away towards her friend who stopped walking when he saw her right in front of him.
"Hi," she grinned.
"Hey," Zeke responded. "How is your first day so far?"
"Good. Super good. With sugar on top."
"Ooh, I'd like to taste that."
"Hopefully, not in front of your dad."
"What?"
"Why didn't you tell me that your dad was a teacher here?"
"I told you: my dad got a job in Laguna and that's why we moved here over the summer."
"Yeah but you didn't say it was a teaching job. And whether he was a teacher or not, you didn't say he was working here."
"I'm sorry. But I didn't think it was that big of a deal."
"It's not a big of a deal. I'm just treating it like it happens to be a big of a deal because I met your dad and didn't know it was him until you called him 'Dad' right in front of me."
"I'm confused. So are you mad or not?"
"I--" Madeline put her hands out then dropped them down, hitting her thighs. "I'm not mad. I'm glad that I met your dad. Now we can move our relationship to the next level... if you're ready for that."
Zeke put his arms around Madeline, prompting her to wrap her hands behind his neck. "Hey, if you're ready, I'm ready because I really like you."
"Good."
He chuckled. "Hey, I'm going to try some clubs today and tomorrow so why don't you come over my house Wednesday to help me with my homework?"
"How do you know you're going to need help with your homework? School just started."
"I know but I'm a slow learner. And you are a smart woman."
"That's true."
Zeke leaned in towards Madeline but she leaned back. Zeke stood up straight when he noticed her resisting.
"You want to kiss me now?" she asked.
"I didn't want to kiss you in front of my father. I saw your tongue."
"Is your father in sight?"
"I don't see him anywhere."
"Then tongue shall be."
The couple smiled before leaning towards each other and pressing their lips together.

Like Teacher, Like Son (Chapter 2)

Madeline opened the front door to her high school and strutted inside in her chic, preppy and pretty outfit. She took off her sunglasses and stuffed them into her new backpack which was in the form of tote bag. The hallways were a bit crowded but Madeline's swagger was unfazed, walking in a constant speed.
"Get to class, peoples," she asserted. "Prez King is still doing her thing."
She walked back three guys who wolf-whistled at her at the same time. They were all scrawny and looked like they smelled.
"Thanks for your reaction, boys, but this president has a boyfriend."
"Really?" said Lizzie, coming out of a past hallway and catching up with her best friend. "Give me the deets."
Madeline's countenance lit up when she saw Lizzie. "Well, we went on a picnic yesterday evening and we shared our second kiss. It felt like we were the only people on Earth."
"And you wasn't scared?"
"Why would I be scared?"
"Because you thought you were the only people on Earth. If I was by myself, I'd wonder who would make those oatmeal cookies I like?"
"Lizzie, it wasn't like that. It was in a romantic sense."
"But you should be scared," said Andrea, arriving out of nowhere. She walked on the other side of Madeline. "You know what boys try to do when they're alone with a girl."
"But he didn't try to do anything. He's a gentleman. I think I found the right guy."
"You don't just bump into the right guy."
"You got to go on eHarmony," said Lizzie.
"You got to see if he's patient. The guys who wait are the guys you date."
"Okay, I just can't believe you made that up," said Madeline.
"But it's very good," commented Debra, popping up. She walked next to Lizzie. "One of my favorite Andrea quotes so far."
"Thank you," smiled Andrea.
"Alright, maybe you're right," Madeline said. "You don't just find the one. Love at first sight might not exist."
"It has to," said Lizzie. "I've been in love at first sight."
"And it never worked out," Andrea added.
"Andrea!" Debra called.
"What? It's true. People who fall in love too quickly have the most disastrous relationships."
"I couldn't agree with you more," consented Skye, walking up to her girls, right next to Andrea. "Love is disastrous."
"But you love Jeffrey," reminded Lizzie.
"No, I strongly like him. There is a big difference."
"Is there a big difference?" asked Madeline.
"Whatever."
"Listen, you go after boys so quickly because they're usually attractive," noted Andrea.
"That's not true," declined Madeline. "I go after boys because they're attractive, clean and rich. Zeke's dad owns an actual Lamborghini. But he's afraid of getting it stolen so he keeps it in a secret garage."
"Who has a secret garage?" Skye questioned.
"I do."
"Of course, the most pretentious person I ever met."
"It was my dad's idea."
"When are you going to meet Zeke's dad?" asked Lizzie.
"I don't know. Probably after Zeke and I seal the deal which will probably be next month. I have no idea what his parents look like. I assume his dad just looks like an older version of Zac Efron."
"Ooh, I bet he'd still look hot," opined Andrea.
"Yeah, I imagine it not as good. Well, I got to get to class. See you, girls."
The girls said their goodbyes before parting in several different directions. Madeline memorized her assigned homeroom and made her destination to it. She walked down the stairs and the room was right at her left. She entered, taking a glimpse of the umpteen people who were either seated or standing around to chat with their far friends. Madeline looked to her right and saw the teacher at his desk. He had full brown hair, glasses and some scruff. He was obviously middle-aged and sort of skinny. He looked up at Madeline, smiled then stood up.
"Hello, nice to meet you," he said, putting out his hand.
Madeline shook it. "Nice to meet you, too. I am Madeline Louise King so you might as well mark that off the attendance list. Speaking of attendance, I am never absent. I rarely get sick but when I do, I take some Tylenol, cool my forehead with an ice pack and chew some minty gum so I don't throw up. But I know: you won't believe it until you see it. Well, believe this, I get straight A's, maybe some B's, which is almost rare. I am student body president until I graduate. Let me be honest: there will be nobody like me. I am in the debate club so I am very good at speaking. I've won at least three spelling bees so I'm good with grammar. I'm going to apply for the National Honor Society and I know I'm going to get in. I've been on the Honor Roll hundreds of times. I am such a study bug but I always find time to 'boogie-oogie'. Now, I know I have a lot on my plate but whatever you got, throw it right at me. Apple?" She quickly pulled out a green apple from her bag and exposed it when she offered.
The teacher slowly received the fruit from her hand. He examined it by rotating it with his one hand. "Is it clean?"
"Is Robert Pattinson engaged to FKA Twigs?"
The teacher chuckled. "You're confident. Fearless. Now that's what a student should be."
"A student already is."
Just a second later, Zeke walked into the classroom, holding a knitted ornament with a few keys attached to the end by metal rings.
Madeline caught his attention. "Zeke! How did you find me?" She walked closer to him.
"Oh, Madeline, you must be following me," he joked suavely.
"Please, I'm not desperate. But you are so fine."
She placed her hands on his arms and leaned in, giving him a smooch on the lips. Zeke leaned back just a bit, seeming to be hesitating. His eyes were half closed and his body stiffened. He stood up straight when Madeline released him.
"What you need, Zeke?" asked the teacher.
"Uh, you dropped your keys," Zeke replied, holding up the ornament. "I meant to give them to you earlier but I stopped to talk to some friends."
The teacher retrieved the keys. "Oh, thank you very much. Good thing you were looking out. Somebody could've stolen my Lambo."
"Lambo?" Madeline inquired in a giggle.
"I see you've met Madeline," noticed Zeke.
"I sure did," said the teacher. "What a bundle of joy she is. You got yourself a goody."
"I knew you would like her, dad. Or should I say Mr. Kendrick?"
Madeline smiled awkwardly. "Dad?"
The teacher and Zeke stared at Madeline as she blinked multiple times and lost her smile.
"Dad?"
Mr. Kendrick put his arm around Zeke. "Yep, this is my son."
"This is not how I pictured you meeting my dad," confessed Zeke, "but I figured it was going to happen this way."
Madeline still couldn't believe it. "Dad?"
"Well, I got to go. See you, dad. Bye, babe." Zeke left the classroom with no worries.
"Ain't my son a good boy?" asked Mr. Kendrick.
Madeline's face was stuck with confusion and disbelief. "Dad?"
"Not quite. But when you marry my son one day, I'll be considered your dad."
"Dad?"
"Well, you don't have to call me that now."
Madeline slammed her hands on her teacher's desk when he sat down in his rotisserie chair. "Dad?!"

Like Teacher, Like Son (Chapter 1)

The sun was setting almost near the horizon of the fields, giving Madeline and her new friend just an hour of light left. They were having a picnic in an open field, just the two of them and their gracious lunch of sliced turkey sandwiches and small fruits. They spent almost two hours in the field just talking, eating and looking into each other's eyes. Madeline met her friend during the summer. She just bumped into him at the mall and they were stuck on each other ever since. To Madeline, he looks similar to Zac Efron with a mix of Jesse McCartney. This was their fourth date.
"The sky looks so beautiful when it sets like that," Madeline opined, gazing upon the coming twilight.
"I agree," her friend consented.
"Don't you like the glow that illuminates my face?" She turned her attention to her friend and held the hair that covered her cheeks to show off her flawless face.
Her friend chuckled. "I sure do."
"Thank you." She let go of her wavy, blonde hair. "I really like spending time with you, Zeke."
"I like spending time with you, too."
"Good. And can I say that I am so glad that you're going to Laguna Beach High. Now I can see you almost every day."
"And you know I love seeing your gorgeous face."
"Oh, who doesn't?"
Zeke laughed his sexy laugh. "I can't get over how confident you are. The girls I used to date usually had low self-esteem. But being with you is easy. I don't have to tell you that you're beautiful because you already know."
"That's cool, right?"
"So cool."
"Well, I think everyone is beautiful and it's important for them to realize that. I was born knowing that I was beautiful. Besides, no one looks like me."
"Although, you kinda do look like Cassie Scerbo. From that show?"
"Cassie Scerbo was in the Slumber Party Girls."
"What's that?"
"A girl group that you never heard of but I have. My friend, Lizzie, loves them." She started singing, "Don't be M.I.A., we're gonna make you L.O.L. B.T.W., this is all for you."
Zeke was not afraid to laugh at Madeline for singing such a ridiculous song.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Madeline giggled, looking down.
"No, it was cute."
Madeline looked up. "Thanks." She took a glance at the dusk of the sky again. "I don't want this day to end but we got to get home. Curfews, right?"
"You're not going home without giving me a kiss. And another grape."
Madeline tittered. "If you say so."
She disconnected a green grape from its vines which settled in a clear plastic container in between the couple. She popped the grape in Zeke's clean mouth then slowly locked lips with him before he ate the sweet berry.
"Tasty," he winked at her.
Madeline smirked at Zeke while twirling her hair, being the flirtatious coquette that she was.