Biotechnology High School
- Biotechnology High School -
Freehold, New Jersey
07:35 a.m. 2013-04-26
Stuck in traffic, Ian Acreth had heard the First Bell chime in the distance - marking his morning defeat. With tired eyes staring across the steering wheel of his not-quite-new Prius, he cursed bitterly in his faded British accent.
Ian worked as a part time lab technician at the Biotechnology High School. He had considered it a privilege to get a position there whilst pursuing his Masters of Science Degree in Biotechnology, and not merely in the sense that the school's name rhymed well with his pursuit of knowledge.
The institution, the Biotechnology High School, was an internationally renowned program started in 2005, with two large research rooms, four state-of-the-art science labs and the possibility for the young students to earn an International Baccalaureate diploma. Being the newest member of the Monmouth County Vocational School District’s Career Academies, a mouthful to be sure, it was a highly demanding program, providing a rigorous curriculum with a thematic focus on the life sciences. Emphasis was placed on research, laboratory skills, critical thinking, problem solving, technology, and teamwork. The students majored in biomedical engineering, public health and nutrition. With a solid agreements with the New Jersey universities and working partnerships with many bio/pharmaceutical companies, it was a god-sent opportunity for him to earn a position there.
Combining his rigorous studies with a job, though, had proved to be a challenge for Ian... along with other distractions. No, he could not afford to think about that.
He pinched the bridge of his nose - shutting out the cascade of images in his head - and turned over to the left lane. He would just have to pass East Freehold Park, and turn into the first driveway. Then he'd drive through the parking lot in front of the Career Center. Almost there. Finally, he made a left onto the driveway of BTHS. He parked his car in front of the the large two story building and almost forgot his laptop in the passenger seat before he ran inside the large double doors. He dropped his glasses in the lobby while trying to close the doors behind him. They clattered against the mosaic floor, yet his mild cursing went unnoticed. It was past First Bell, and both teachers and students were in their home rooms before the first classes started. He raked back his brown hair and replaced his glasses upon his aquiline nose - hazel eyes trying to spot if the elevator was available.
On his way past the elevator doors, there was a sign with the names of all the staff at BTHS. Her name was there, among the rest. The letters stood out like a branding iron to his eyes.
BTHS FACULTY/STAFF
English
Camille Morris
Carla Daniel
Dorthy Elizabeth Baxter
Derik Lance Randolph
Dewitt Stewart Santos
Emile Everett Harmon
Health & Fitness
Julianne Mercedes Weaver
Social Studies
Octavia Isabelle Simpson
Rachael Hughes
Ira Dewayne Franks
Israel Franklin Drake
Jame Guillermo Durham
Mathematics
Maggie Camille Henderson
Randell Zachariah Manning
Randy Ross Rhodes
Ron Ira Klein
School Nurse
Laurel Wong
Science/Research
Sophie Perez
Carolina Clarice Bowman
Cecile Wendy Hunt
Chasity Walton
Deana Lena Welch
Sam Kent Langley
Sammie Levine
Jefferson Efren Acosta
Ian Leopold Acreth
Jerold Nolan Leach
Spanish
Shawna Alvarez
Lazaro Ryan
Lucio Cardenas
Vicente Morales
Guidance
Freda Della Johnson
Gilda Zamora
Greta Lola Cooke
Admin. Assistant
Melissa Pamela Ferguson
Head Custodian
Sophie Stanton
Evening Custodians
Emilia Kathrine Lawson
Nathanael Sammie Elliott
Reginald Jackson Duke
Ian closed his eyes as he ascended the stairs, but her name remained imprinted upon his irises. Sophie Perez. She was the head of the Science team at BTHS, and moreover, his boss. He was late, and it was all her fault. Well, indirectly, of course. Ian's insomnia could not literally be blamed upon her. It was Ian's fault, for having the thoughts he had about her, for wishing to say what he wanted to say to her, or do what he wanted to do.
Having closed his eyes, Ian stumbled across the last step, completely lost his balance, and banged his head against the wall - making him drop his cursed glasses again. "Bloody hell," he groaned and tried to tug his over-sized khaki shirt straight across his wiry shoulders while also holding on to his laptop and looking for his lost spectacles.
"Mr. Acreth? Are you ok?" asked a tinkling voice behind him, making him straighten like a flagpole. It was not seemly for him to be seen coming in late by the students, even less cursing and standing out like the klutz that he was. He turned around and vaguely saw the silhouette of the speaker holding out his glasses. He took them, and the blonde young woman soon materialised out of his foggy vision.
It was Anna Tyler, nineteen years old, and while it appeared she was late too, she was also the embodiment of a breach against the Pupil Dress Code. I said 'All pupils are expected to dress appropriately for school and school functions' added with detailed paragraphs about what was 'appropriate' not not. And wile Anna did maintain a neat, clean appearance, her apparel was consistently either too tight, sheer, transparent, brief, low cut or revealing above or below the waist as to be indecent, overly provocative, distracting or disruptive to the school environment. There were halter-tops, tank tops, spaghetti straps, tube tops, and open-backed shirts. If she did wear t-shirts, they were either torn or contained a questionable slogan or print - be it either clearly vulgar, offensive, lewd, obscene, or actively connoting the use of alcohol and/or drugs. This, added with pants and/or shirts that exposed the midriff, sunglasses indoors and numerous other things, had caused her to be disciplined by the school administration on numerous occasions. Yet evidently, Anna's parents did not care one wit about the transgressions, and the farce was spiralling down to its pre-determined ending.
Ian did care for these transgressions, yet he was not in the position to admit this. Her appearance did not help him either, with his thoughts darting back to Sophie Perez instantly. And while Anna's full lips and big blue eyes promised a great deal every time he happened to look her way, she was but a pretty candle compared to the dawn - the bright sunrise of Sophie Perez and her damnable tailored suit. Oh, Sophie was aggressive, dominating and wore both her hair and her humour in a tight braid. Yet because of some strange reason, it only served to entice Ian further, making him hard only thinking about her.
"O-oh, my," said Anna with growing mischievous smile, her hand reaching forward, "Mr. Acreth..."
Ian yelped and covered himself with his laptop, not saying a word before he darted up the stairs. Behind him, Anna giggled like the loose little harlot that she was. She was six years younger than him, but at the BTHS and with his sore need for his part time job, it was a measurement of the abyss that he could never even consider crossing.
Eventually, after a stop at the men's room, Ian slipped into the science lab. Or rather, out of the ashes into the flame.
Ian's Apartment
01:35 a.m. 2013-04-27
Tossing and turning upon the mattress on the floor, Ian could not help but look back on a day of further embarrassments. Sophie had been furious with him, and with she being in her mid-thirties, it was almost like being lectured by his mother back in London. Yet Sophie was not his mother, and her firm body did not appear to be a year past twenty-two. Her shirt and her bra were almost two sizes too small - at least in Ian's enduring opinion - and her manicured nails... He imagined they were made to scrape along the ventral side of his manhood. Her green eyes, to stare up into his own whilst she applied her tongue against his aching desire. Her ash-blonde hair, for him to grab a hold on...
It was not until 3:00 a.m. that Ian finally fell into something resembling sleep...
OOC Plot notes: This one is more straight-forward: You harass poor Mr. Acreth in whatever way you want with whichever character you want, ranging from Sophie Perez to anyone in the list... or even Anna Tyler. Improvisation and plain old fun, with countless possibilities as to how we wish to spin this story. You could even pick to play just a student character, if you want. *smiles and shrugs*
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