Grade A Teacher- Chapter Thirty-five. Updated March 29th 2012.

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Aww youre too nice to me hun! now youre willing to share! how can I thank you for this?

great chap! I just love how these two tease each other. Scene with Gary was simply priceless, I even could see him proving that Spiderman cant fly! and Cristiano with Ketura! he knows the way to any girl's heart. and he always looks too sweet with kids! wonder whats going to happen now

bump soon!!

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Haha, aww. Gosh I love kids.

So Cristiano is going to kiss Izzie ? Maybe, haha. She is so not gonna be happy.

Bump soon hun.

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Whoop! My 100th post! Finally! And in my own fic *gets sentimental*  Thanks for the great comments, girlies 

Nicole- You'll just have to wait and see
 

Claire- No problem, hun! What are friends for if not for sharing hot guys  I'm so happy you enjoyed it - you know how guys are with they're action movies- they think they know absolutley everything there is to know about it  Nope, no girl can resist that super-gorgeous face, whatever age 

Bamboo- Yup, she out-smarted them both, but people ususally underestimate kids, which is why thet come out on top  Glad you enjoyed it!

Elena- Haha! Wouldn't it? Thanks so much 

Anna- Glad you enjoyed it  Yeah Ketura is lucky. What would you do if you got to sit in Cristiano's lap, Anna *raises one eyebrow suggestively* Somehow, I think it woulld be something very naughty   

[roonalda_manutd1007]

Ahhh hun!!! That's one fic to read that's off my list. I'm making gr8 progress here

I loved it hun, so much. That little girl is so sly, I loved what she did 2 cristiano. And LMAFO at Gazza and the little boy, arguing about whether Spider-man can fly. I'm on the fence with that one tho LOL!!

Loved it huns, bump soon!! Mwah!!

Btw, my name's Khadesha. So u won't have to probably copy an paste my ridiculously long screenname. lol

[sugar*sweet]

I loved it!!!!lol
U can say that again ahah
Hun u know me too well, its like u can read my mind!lol

[zinzi]

OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! GREAT STORY!!!


bump asap:D

[cristianoronaldowife4ever]

i lobve the fic and yeah i would make it to cristiano's class if he was a teaher even if i was in labor or if i was on life support!!!!!! i would roll my way to that class!!

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Claire- Sounds great! Sean is definatley number 1 on the list, now that's settled, I can rest easy    I think EVERYONE has naughty thoughts about him. I'm typing like crazy, so hopefully, I'll bump either later today, or tomorrow.

Khadesha- *waves* nice to meet you, hun! Spider-man soooo swings, not flies  I'm with Gary on that one 

Anna- Of course I can read minds *scoffs* how else would I know that you're still imagining sitting on Cristiano's lap     

Zinzi- Glad you likey  I will try my best, hun 

cristianoronaldowife4ever- What sane person wouldn't do anything humanly (or inhumanly) possible to get to a class taught by that massively hot chunk of sexiness   
 

[sugar*sweet]

ahah Damn!!, your good

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Hi ladies!! Just wanted to let you know, I will be updating soon, but I've been...lazy  I won't give a day and time but hopefully, it'll be soon  Don't give up on me!!!  And Anna- I know 

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  Weeeeellll, since I've kept you guys waiting so long cus of my laziness *hides from Claire* this is a double update  Hope you ladies enoy it  Oh, and I can't get over how great your one hitter "Save As" was, Claire this story pales in comparison to yours   




                                                  Chapter Four
   
   ?Yeah,? I heard a voice behind us agree, ?Do Aunty Izzie now.?
   
          Both I and Cristiano turned at the same time to see the smirking face of Nani. The dark looks we each gave him was enough to make him turn away from us, but not enough for him to retract his remark.

   By now, embarrassed beyond belief, I wished the earth would open up and swallow me alive; just to get out of this horrible nightmare of a situation.

   Hoping to distract Ketura from her latest command, I grabbed the spoon of mashed potatoes out of Cristiano?s hand and thrust it at her.

   ?Come on now, open up.? I said in an abnormally high-pitched tone.

   ?First, Uncle Chrissy has to give you bestio.? She explained to me in the same tone I had often explained to her that after one comes two.

   ?No, first you have to eat your lunch. Now, Ketura or you?ll feel sick. Aunty Izzie?s not playing anymore.? I tried to sound as firm as I could. But the thought of Cristiano?s insanely kissable lips on mine was doing something to my usually tough exterior.

   She smelled my weakness, like a wild animal smelt fear.

   ?No, first let Uncle Chrissy give you bestio, and then I?ll eat all my lunch like a good little girl just for you. I swear on my Abuela.?

   Swearing on her Abuela was something she picked up from her mother. When Claudia did this, Ketura always knew she meant it; and she did. Once she swore on Abuela, the promise was never broken. Neither with Ketura. All I had to do was remind her of her promise, and she would resolutely try to keep it.

   Glancing at my watch, I realized that if we didn?t finish up soon, lunch time would go into nap time, which then meant no lunch time for me.
   
   I looked up at Cristiano, who now had an I-know-you want-to-expression on his face.

   ?Fine,? I said in a business-like tone, taking him off-guard.

   ?What?!? he exclaimed, shocked.

   ?Don?t worry, Romeo, I won?t jump your bones.? I hissed at him sarcastically.

   Before he could respond, I leaned forward and knocked my cheekbone against his. Simple, yet sufficient. But as I was withdrawing, Cristiano turned his face toward my cheek, planting a kiss there as he did so.

   Sitting back down, amidst Ketura?s loud clapping, it was all I could do not to touch the spot where those Insanely Kissable Lips had just been.

   That kiss on the cheek was better than any kiss on the lips that I?d ever gotten. That either said very little about the kisses I?d previously received or a whole lot about the vast experience Cristiano?s lips had.

   I wanted to play it cool, but I couldn?t sit there facing him when my heart was racing faster than the speed of sound and my palms were sweating like a waterfall.

   ?Don?t forget your promise, Kit Kat, and eat well for Uncle Chrissy, okay??

   ?K, Aunty.? She responded happily.

   ?You?re going now??

    I couldn?t tell if he was saying it with relief, regret, or incredulity.

   ?Yeah, I have to do the bathroom rounds before nap-time. Don?t worry, she shouldn?t give you trouble to eat now, but if she does, just remind her that she swore on Abuela. Can you handle that, Chrissy??

   I deliberately said that half to remind myself what an insufferable, arrogant idiot he was, and half to show him that I was as unaffected by him as ever. It worked.

   ?I could?ve handled it before, Prissy, I can handle it now.? He shot back at me.


   She strolled away, taking kids to the bathroom, group by group, completely unruffled by the contact they?d just had. It had been electric for him. The feel of her soft skin against his lips and her intoxicating smell.

    He shook his head, he must be really hungry, to be thinking this about a prissy, bossy, stuffy, school teacher. It must be all the dislike between them. Yeah, that had to be it. That?s why everything felt so?hot. Hot as in anger. Because they didn?t get along. Of course. From the moment they laid eyes on each other, it had been loathe at first sight. Settling that in his mind, Cristiano then turned his attention to feeding Ketutra.

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   I was going through the motions of the kids? ?bathroom time? but not really thinking about what I was doing. I kept replaying the moment in my head over and over again. Not that there was much of a moment. But still.

   ?Need some help??

   Darren Fletcher. He smiled at me.

   ?Not that it looks like you need help. I just thought if we worked together, well, it would be less for you to do. I?ve noticed you haven?t stopped all day, and it kind of looks like it?s finally taking its toll on you.?

   ?Not that you look bad or anything,? he added hurriedly. ?Just a little distracted.?

   ?Thanks. I?m just tired and hungry. I missed breakfast; so frankly, I?d be happy with bread and water at this point.?

   ?I think we can do just a bit better,? he said herding a few boys away from me toward another bathroom.

   ?I don?t care what I eat, once I get to pester all of you on absolutely everything football!? I said in a teasing voice, even though I was half-serious.

   ?Anything for milady,? he declared, bowing so low that he nearly knocked his head against a table. Funny how I?d never realized how cute Fletch was. His smile was adorable, and the way he stuttered when he thought it sounded as if he?d insulted me ? well, who?d of thought that of Darren Fletcher? I?d always thought he?d be an insensitive sort of bloke, but I guess it?s true what they say about making assumptions?

   Soon, everyone had finished eating and Penelope was organizing the kids for nap-time (dipping and bending in front of Pique every chance she got) while Fletch and I finished to bathroom trips.

    It was on one of these adventurous bends, when she was directly in front of Gerard Pique, that little Gerard made his voice heard above all the noise.

   ?Aunty Penny, why you showing Uncle Gerard your boobies?? he inquired as if asking about the weather.

   I felt horrified for Penelope. A lot of the players looked torn between amusement and shock. Rio Ferdinand didn?t. He looked like he was having trouble breathing, he was laughing so hard. Pique looked like he wished he were anywhere but here at that moment. Glancing over at Cristiano, I saw him turn toward me at the same time; his lips pressed together in an obvious effort to contain his mirth. His expression was contagious, and I found myself also on the verge of exploding into giggles.

   Trying desperately to swallow my laughter, I turned to Gerard, ?Gerard that is not a polite question to ask!? I said in a reprimanding tone.

   ?Why?? came the innocent reply.

   ?Well, because - because it just isn?t. And good little boys don?t talk about things like ? like that.? I stammered, not knowing exactly how to chastise the little boy, without getting roped into more uncomfortable questions.

   ?No??

   ?No, they don?t.?

   ?But big boys do??

   Damn.

   There was only one thing I could do now ? lie so outrageously, that it sounded like the truth.

   ?No. Not the nice ones anyway. I know that no one here talks about things like that, do they?? I shot the players a look of pure desperation.

   ?Nope.? Said Gary, looking at the floor.

   ?Never,? came Rio?s high-pitched, breathless effort.

   Then Fletcher raised his hand and spoke. ?No, Teacher,? he said in an abnormally squeaky voice, ?I never even said the word boob- the ?b? word. Cus I?m a good boy.? He stuck his thumb in his mouth.

   He looked so ridiculous standing there, I couldn?t help it; I disguised my unladylike snort of laughter into a hacking cough.

   Luckily, Penelope took over, busying herself to hide her embarrassment, sorting out the kids for they?re afternoon naps. In no time at all, the little angels/devils were dozing, tired out from their long morning.

   We were supposed to eat with the players in an adjoining room, so that we could keep an eye on the kids at the same time, and the smell coming from there was delicious.

   By the time Penelope and I walked into the room, everyone was already seated and digging in. A large roast sat on the table swimming in gravy, mashed potatoes, salads and an array of other food more mouth-watering than I?d ever imagined, lay in wait for us.

   As I sat down, Rio looked at me in amusement.

   ?You look like you just found your long-lost love.?

   ?I think I have.? I replied grinning back at him.

   ?Izzie!?

   It was Anne. She was mingling with players and staff as if she?d been around all morning.

   ?Just the person I wanted to see.? She said rummaging around in a huge folder she had perched on her lap.

   Handing me a sheet of paper, she continued, ?This is an acknowledgement of thanks from Manchester United to the parents for allowing their children to participate in the program. I want you to write a letter to the parents informing them of the success of the project and photocopy the thank you note, enclosing it in each of the letters.?

   Pointing to a computer in the near-by Anne went on, ?I?m sure it?ll be no problem for you to use that. I want them done so that we can send them off to the parents this afternoon. We have to show our efficiency.?

   Opening my mouth to protest that I doubted whether the parents would think us inefficient if the letter was sent off tomorrow instead of today, Anne cut in before I began, ?Oh, and don?t forget to write each child?s name on the envelope like you always do.?

   She smiled, ?You know, the personal touch.?

   The uncontrollable rage I felt at that moment was like nothing I?d ever experienced. I was hungry, tired, and all I wanted from this day was to talk some football with some footballers. Not hook a husband, or even land a date. And now, even that was shot to hell.

   But when all was said and done, she was my boss, so paper in hand, I rose and headed to the P.C. with a strangled, ?No problem.?

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                                  Chapter Five           
   
             Cristiano couldn?t believe it. What kind of witch did she work for? Anyone could tell at a glance that Izzie practically ran the school. And not only that, but where was the spit-fire that had faced him from the moment they first met? Not that he?d known her for more than a few hours, but it completely shocked him to see her roll over like that. Then again, it was her boss who gave the order, but even so, she didn?t strike him as the sort of person who let herself get taken advantage of.

   ?She hadn?t any breakfast, you know,? Cristiano heard Fletcher tell Izzies? boss.

   ?That?s all in it,? Anne answered. ?She?s gone without anything to eat all day, many times. We all have,? she continued taking a huge forkful of salad as she spoke. ?It comes with the job. It?s nice of you to worry, but our Izzie?s made of tough stuff. The kids come first; she knows that.?

   ?If the kids come first, why don?t you do it?? Fletch retorted.

   ?Have you done many promotional programs like this Ms Brown?? Said Tim, nervously, eager to engaging Anne in conversation before Fletch could continue to rudely speak his mind as he was apt to.

   Shoving back his chair violently, Fletcher strode purposefully toward Izzie.

   Cristiano watched as he came up behind her and whispered into her ear. As she glanced around, he saw the big grin she now wore, as opposed to her previous grim expression. She was smiling for Fletcher.
   
   Fletcher made her smile, he made her scowl. Now why the hell did that make him feel like crap?

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   Sensing someone staring at me, I glanced around to find Cristiano glaring at me as though I?d just run over his cat.

   ?Move over,? Fletcher demanded nudging my shoulder with his hip.

   ?Why?? I don?t know how I managed to tear myself away from Cristiano?s searing gaze, but I had and was now looking at Fletchers playful expression. What a difference!

   ?Wait a sec and you?ll see,? he said mysteriously and jogged to the dining room.

   ?I told you to move over to the other chair.? Fletch was back, armed with a huge plate of food, and a tall, icy glass of lemonade.

   ?You sit and eat, narrate the letter to me, and I?ll type it up.? He said plopping on my now -vacated seat.

   ?Fletch, you don?t have to ?? I began, shocked that anyone would think of doing such a considerate thing for me. I was usually the one took on everyone?s undesirable work, not the other way around.

   ?Aunty Izzie takes such good care of everybody; maybe somebody should start to take care of her.? He said in the same ridiculous voice he used earlier in front of the kids.

   ?Well, I?m perfectly capable of taking care of myself-?

   ?I never said you weren?t, but everybody needs somebody sometime.?

   ?I don?t even know you, so why would you do this for me?? I asked between mouthfuls. Although overwhelmed by his kindness and curious about his motive, both emotions were overridden by hunger and I began my delicious lunch.

   ?Unless you think I?ll pay you back ? you know, pay you back? Because if you do, let me tell you off the bat- I?ve got Morals.?

   Fletch hooted and slapped his knee with the palm of his hand.

   ?What, do you think I?m gonna ask to go under the table and do the nasty??

   ?No!? I said defensively. Then, ?I don?t expect you to be so blunt about it, but I know what you footballers are like.?

   ?Well, I know what you are like. Or seem to be like.?

   ?What, Prissy?? I said, unintentionally looking in Cristiano?s direction.

   ?No. I was going to say responsible. You seem to have a good head on your shoulders-?

   ?Wait,? I interrupted him, ?I lost track, are you describing me, or a nun??

   ?If you would just let me finish, you would hear that I think you?re funny, and fun to be around, caring ? and I think a nun is supposed to have a pleasant disposition, not a bad tempered one.?

   Leaning over, I punched him in the shoulder. ?I do not have a bad temper!?

   ?If I thought so before, well you sure put that accusation to rest.? He said rubbing his shoulder with a mocked expression of pain on his face.

   ?We better start this if you want to finish in time for Cruella De Vil over there.? Fletch went on nodding in Anne?s direction.

   ?Don?t call her that, she?s my boss! What if she hears you? Would you like it if I called SAF a few names??

   ?What can you come up with?? he said grinning at me.

   ?Your impossible!? I exclaimed in mock frustration.

   ?Are we gonna start this or what?? he asked, gesturing at the computer, still smiling.

   ??Dear Parents?,? I began reciting for him.

   He threw his hands on the computer with such vigor; I thought the keys would pop out.

   As I watched Fletch type, extreme concentration written all over his face, I realized that he was the first man I?d ever felt so comfortable with. There was something very natural about him that set me at ease.

    Sensing once again that someone was watching me, I turned. As soon as Cristiano?s and my eyes met, he looked away and I realized something else. As comfortable as I felt around Darren Fletcher; I felt twice as much discomfort when near Cristiano. He did nothing to set me at ease ? completely the opposite in fact.

   One thing was for sure ? somehow (I?m not really sure how) I managed to make quite the impression on them both. The question was which had the lasting one?

There you go, ladies! Comments, please 

[LadyEm]

this story reminds me of what ive got to deal with in two weeks when i go on holiday. im goig with a large group of family friends, 4 of the kids i babysit for (yes im 23 not 16!) and they are terrible. forget the 'boob' word, when they learnt the 'willie' word, that was all i heard.
keep it up, its a great story!

[*elena]

yay!!! two chapters!!

aww Fletch's so cute! and Chrissy poo is jealous! that's cute too! hahha.. and Fletch is so thoughtful...

[sugar*sweet]

Aww Fletch is Cute love Him lol
Good updates sweetie loved them
Bump soon<33