Assistant!NorwayxTeacher!Reader (Challenge)

Third challenge is compelte!   This one is from ORS-chan~

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RPOV

You sling your purse over your shoulder and slip your shoes on, grumbling under your breath.  Your day off was canceled due to one of the teachers going on vacation.  Sighing, you push a piece of your (h/c) hair from your eyes.  Might as well get this over with,  You groan to yourself.

You reach the school just as the principal unlocks the door.  Turning around in surprise, he greets you with his cheerful smile.  "Well, good morning Ms. (Last Name),"  He says, opening the door open for you.

"Good morning sir,"  You greet him, covering your mouth to stop a yawn escaping.

"I see you're filling in for Mr. Jaken.  Don't worry, he should be back in a couple days,"  The principal says, trying to reassure your deflating spirit.  You force a small smile, but you don't answer him.  Before you have a chance to head towards the classroom, the principal's quickly adds, "There's also a man who wishes to be a teacher.  So, he'll be your assistant today.  Good luck~"  Without another word, he disappears around the corner.

You stand there, then slump to one side.  "Of freaking course,"  You sigh, trudging to the classroom.  Sighing, you open the door, already regretting getting up.

A shift of movement makes your eyes snap.  A man, around your age stands with his back turned to you, writing on the chalkboard.  "Excuse, what are you doing here?"  You ask, taking a step forward.  He turns his head and meets your (e/c), looking bored.

He sets down the chalk, and turns to face you.  Wearing a slightly wrinkled blue shirt and a tie with the flag of Norway, he watches you calmly.  Light purple eyes pierce yours, making your legs wobble, and he brushes a piece of his blond hair away from them.  An upside down cross is clipped to his hair.

As the silence stretches out, you slowly realized you've been staring at him with an open mouth, and possibly drooling.  Quickly you snap your mouth closed, your cheeks starting to feel warm.  "Erm, you must be my assistant."  You quickly says, smiling awkwardly.  "My name's (Name),"  You hold your hand out, praying to whoever is watching over you, that he didn't think you were a weirdo.

He glances at your hand, but makes no movement to shake it.  Your smile tightens as you stand there for what seems like a year, with your hand outstretched like an idiot.  Without another word, he turns back to the chalkboard, picks up the chalk, and begins to write again.

You squeeze your hand in a fist, anger sparking in your (e/c) eyes.  What a jerk!  Hmphing in disgust, you set your purse on the floor, and brush past him.  Sitting down in the chair, you pointedly ignore him and take out the lesson the teacher assigned for you.

Just as the morning bell rings, the man sets down the chalk, still a face of indifference.  It's a loud sound, making you almost jump out of your skin.  You aren't ever going to get used to that sound, are you?  A quiet snicker reaches your ear, and you whirl around to the man, but when you do, his face is completely blank, no emotion on it.  Well that's weird.  You could've sworn you heard something.  Shaking your head, you tap the papers on the desk, and prepare yourself for the high schoolers.

~Le Time Skip~

"Good morning children, I will be substituting for Mr. Jaken today,"  You say, standing up.  "My name is Ms. (Last Name), and this is Mr..."  Your voice falters, as you remember he hadn't told you his name.  "Uh..."

"Mr. Bondevik,"  The man says, speaking for the first time, his voice crisp.  His purple eyes flicker to yours for a moment, something shines in them, then it disappears and they turn back to the children.

Ok...what the fudge was that?  Blinking your rapidly in confusion, you reach your hands for the paper.  "Mr. Jaken assigned you to work in pairs to complete this worksheet."  You pass out the worksheets and afterwards, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor fill the room, and the chatter begins.

You walk down each aisle, stopping every now and then to talk to the teenagers who need help.  Crouching up for what seems to be the hundredth time, one of the high school girls ask you, all innocently, "Ms. (L/N), is Mr. Bondevik your boyfriend?"

"What?"  You ask, startled.  You laugh, and shake your head.  "No sweetie, Mr. Bondevik is just my assistant for today,"  You answer her.  At least, I hope...

"Oh..."  The girl looks crushed, like she expected a 'yes'.  She then brightens, and without another word, heads towards a group of girls.  Within a couple of seconds, they're all giggling, like there's a huge secret.  Second weird thing today.  You sigh to yourself, and stand up straighter.

"You're different around kids,"  Mr. Bondevik says, suddenly appearing next to you.

You almost shriek in surprise, and you jump back, your heart hammering.  "God, don't scare me like that!"  You say, putting a hand to your hammering heart.

He doesn't reply, but looks at you calmly.  You glare at him, almost begging aloud for him to stop making you feel fuzzy inside.  The two of you continue to have your stare-off, until a small boy comes up to you, and yanks on your skirt.  "Ms. (L/N), I don't feel so good,"  He says, holding his stomach, and looking green.

You put your hands on your hips, and turn to Mr. Bondevik.  "Take him to the office,"  You say, gesturing towards the boy.

Without a word, the man takes the boy's hand, turns around, and walks out of the classroom without another word.  Sheesh, it's like he's a robot,  You think to yourself, sweatdropping.

The bell rings, signaling lunch, just as he returns. You tap your pen against your cheek, stealing a glance at him.  You're at the desk, grading the worksheets.  Mr. Bondevik glances at you, making you glance back at your papers, feeling your cheeks turn pink.



LPOV (Lukus' POV)

Lukus rubs his chin, glancing at (Name)'s rigid form and he mentally smacks himself.  He hadn't meant to be so stand offish, it was just how he was.  "Ms. (L/N),"  One of the girl walks up to the side of the desk, wringing her hands like she's nervous.

(Name) glances up from her work, and looks down at the teenager, setting down the pen, and putting her hands on her knees.  "Yes?"  Her smile softens, as she looks at the girl.  Lukas feels a small smile coming to his lips, but then it fades once more.

Sighing to himself, the Norwegian thinks of what the others have said about him.  Maybe I should do something about it.  What have I got to lose?



RPOV

"Bye, Ms. (L/N),"  One of the last girls to leave, waves to you,  with her group of friends waiting for her.
Waving to her, you lean back against the chair, rubbing your forehead.  You open one eye to see your assistant erasing the chalk-board.  Sighing quietly, you straighten yourself, and reach down to grab your purse, when his shoes step in your line of vision.  Clenching your eyes, already preparing for the silent treatment, you grab your purse and stand up.  "Yes, is there something I can help you with Mr. Bondevik?"  You ask coolly, crossing your hands over your chest, trying to mimic his calm self, but failing.

"Lukus.  Call me Lukus."  Again with the crisp sexy voice.  Wait...what?  Mentally, you smack your forehead.  What's wrong with me?!

You cough, trying to get rid of those thoughts.  "Ok, is that all?"  You didn't mean to be a jerk, but honestly, all you wanted to do was go home and watch your favorite show.

"No, that's not everything,"  Lukus slowly says, still staring at you evenly.  "I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me on Saturday."

...Weird thing number three.  Geez, was this going to happen every day you taught here with him?  ...not that you were complaining.

"Uh...sure?"  You say quickly, noticing you hadn't answered.

"Then I'll see you then,"  Lukus says, with a small smile on his face.  Waving to you, he leaves without another word.

He's kinda cute when he smiles,  You think to yourself, still standing there.  Your mind wanders, as you collect your stuff, thinking about what would happen.  I wonder if he has any siblings,  You think, flicking the lights off.

Giggling to yourself, like the little girls, you open the doors to a new world.  Literally and metaphorically.