Thread: Cat and Mouse [SilverScar & sharpiie love]

Matthew looked out the window of his third storey classroom, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, breakfast sandwich in the other. Bacon, lettuce and tomato between a freshly baked bagel. The perfect morning meal for a first day of classes. Taking a sip of his coffee, Matthew watched as the sun peaked out over the city, the clock behind him on the wall indicating he still had a good thirty minutes before his students were expected to show up. Taking a large bite of his bagel sandwich, the teacher chewed thoughtfully, taking his time to to enjoy the pleasant taste in his mouth, the bitter scent of his coffee wafting through the air. For someone who didn't actually have any experience teaching, he was surprisingly relaxed and calm. Perhaps it was his confidence, stone cold and ready to face the challenge of the day. More likely was that it was because he didn't expect he'd have any need to challenge himself. They were all just rich kids , after all. Saint Mary's Academy of Exceptional Learning was one of the most exclusive private schools in the country, serving the children of the rich and influential from around the world. It was a tall, black metal building, looking all sleek and modern on the outside with while emulating a more Greek architectural style on the interior with white marble pillars and archways in the halls. It was an odd mixture, as if the administration had just thrown a pile of money at the first designer that walked in the door. With climbing attendance records, according to the Headmaster, the clashing styles must not have mattered to the parents. Whatever it took to ensure their child got served the world on a silver platter. Matthew's own style was much more traditional. A tall man himself, standing just over 6'3, his broad shoulders were draped in a dark blue suit, buttoned up at the front with a matching black tie perfectly tied around a white dress shirt that hugged tight against his muscular chest. Black dress pants and recently shined dress shoes completed the professional look. Clean shaven and black hair freshly cut, lips curved in a slight smirk, dark eyes sharp and attentive, Matthew was looking more like a company executive than an english teacher. In fact he had been, for a few years...but he'd left the corporate world behind now and found his way into teaching. Marketing and teaching were close enough anyways. Taking the last bite of his bagel, Matthew downed the rest of his sinful black coffee, tossing out the wrapper and cup before making his way over to his desk. The classroom was large, the walls lined with bookshelves filled with old, leather tomes. The students desks in the center were spaced out, unlike the cramped public schools, with network and power outlets at the base of each. Matthew's desk was a large, bulky wooden structure, the smoothed out dark oak feeling strong and firm. He didn't have much for decorations, his laptop in the center, a pair of trays for the students to hand in their homework and a plaque with his name 'Mister Matthew Goodman'. Pulling up the class list onto his laptop monitor, he leaned back in his soft leather chair and patiently waited for his students to arrive.