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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I do not know Gordon Ramsay and I make no money off this story!

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Saturday, July 6th, 2013
I awaken from a decent night's sleep as I hear the other women shuffling about the room. Most people change in the closet or in the bathroom, but Bella always makes sure to dress right there in the room. I think she likes the prospect that she'll potentially be shown on TV in her bra and panties. Today she puts on an extra show by wiggling into her chefs pants while her top is still off and her breasts bounce dangerously in her tight bra.
Rubbing my eyes, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and yawn. Gina is laying on her bed, tossing a ball of paper up in the air and catching it.
"Morning, (Y/N)," Gina says, turning her head as she notices me sit up.
"Hey, Gina. Any idea what we're gonna be doing today?" I ask, reaching for my comb that I'd set in my side drawer.
"Nope, I'm clueless as ever," Gina grins as she continues to toss the paper ball.
I brush my hair and muse about what we could possibly get up to today. With Chef Ramsay, it's always a mystery. Bella finally finishes dressing and heads into the bathroom for her daily makeup routine.
After I'm all ready and dressed in a plain white t-shirt and my chef's pants, I head out to the dorms. I pour a bowl of cereal and sit down next to Taylor at the bar stools. She gives me a sleepy smile and we eat in comfortable silence.
When my cereal is done, I take the bowl to the sink and rinse it out. I set the bowl on the drying rack and at the same moment, Chef Scott arrives at the top of the stairs.
"Hey. Chef Ramsay wants you all in your jackets and downstairs in five minutes, alright?" he asks.
"Yes, Chef," we respond. I head back into the room and let Gina know what we were asked. Bella pops out of the bathroom and we all put on our jackets then head downstairs.
Gordon stands in the center of the dining room. He gives us a wide smile when we line up.
"Good morning, everyone!" he greets us.
"Good morning, Chef!" we respond.
"I have something very special planned for today. Everyone should understand there is much to be learned in the process of teaching others the art," Gordon shakes his fist passionately in tandem with the word 'art', "of cooking. So today, I've got us all in to teach cooking classes at Los Angeles High! There will be five periods, fifty-five minutes each. Two of you will lead the classroom each period and each pair will teach the class how to make one amazing dish."
At hearing this, Shaun perks up, which doesn't go unnoticed by Chef Ramsay's trained eye.
"Yes, Shaun? Excited?" Gordon asks.
"Very, Chef. I love working with children. I'm actually a part-time substitute teacher back in New Orleans, but I've never had the chance to teach students how to cook," he says with clear happiness in his voice.
Really? Shaun the ultra-quiet blue team chef is a substitute teacher? I wonder how he ever gets students to listen to him. He seems so unassertive.
"Lovely, Shaun. You should have an edge on today's challenge, then. Now, to make things more interesting, I want each of you to pair up with a blue team member as your partner for your class. Go on and decide who you'll be teaming up with now, please." Gordon steps back and holds his arms open as our signal to find our partner.
Kalyani and Red immediately gravitate to each other and high five, wordlessly choosing the other as their partner. Dave and Bella don't miss out on a chance to be together and after a very short discussion, stand shoulder to shoulder. Taylor moseys over to Pietro, who smiles as she approaches. I'm curious about how Shaun will do teaching the class and I'm pretty sure if he's experienced he might even teach me a thing or two. I head over to him.
"Hey Shaun, would you mind being my partner today?" I ask.
He nods. "Of course, (Y/N). Not a problem at all."
Shaun and I stand side by side as the remaining two, Abel and Gina, pair up.
"Excellent, I see all pairs have been chosen! Now, let's head out to our limo. I bet none of you have ever gone to school in a limo before, eh?" Gordon winks then leads us out the front door of Hell's Kitchen. He holds open the door for us to get into the limo.
"Actually, Chef, I have been to school in a limo before," Bella speaks up as we slide into the comfy leather seats. Gordon ends up seated to my left and closes the door behind himself.
"Really?" he asks.
"Yeah, my dad got my friends and me a limo chauffeur for senior prom," she responds proudly.
"Then I guess it'll be all of our first time but yours, Bella," Ramsay says, disinterest tinging his words.
Unfortunately, Bella doesn't catch the hint and spends the entire limo ride recounting her experience of senior prom. I could've sworn that Pietro almost started snoring, but he jolted himself awake at the last second.
We pull in to the school drop off lane. The school is so big it looks more like a college campus than anything. Big blue letters spelling out 'Home of the Romans' sit right above the name of the school- San Francisco High.
There is an older woman with a floral blouse-presumably the teacher- and her students outside waiting for us. The kids look to be seniors. Many of the boys in the class are already leagues taller than her.
Gordon steps out of the limo and heads towards the woman. He shakes her hand and kisses her cheeks. She blushes profusely and some of the students start to laugh, which causes her to blush even more.
"Oh, my word..." she mumbles, holding a hand up to her face and turning away from the camera crew.
When she collects herself, she turns back to us and clears her throat.
"Thank you for coming, Hell's Kitchen chefs! I'm Chef Buchannon, the culinary class teacher at Los Angeles High. Chef Ramsay has enlisted your help in teaching my classes for me today. Please, follow me to the classroom."
She leads us through the long hallways of the school. Along the way, many of the students recognize Chef Ramsay. A gaggle of teenage girls wave at him as they walk past and when he waves back they all drop their heads to the ground and giggle madly.
We reach the classroom and Chef Buchannon opens the door. The inside of the room is beautifully designed. There are stoves, ovens, countertops and even cabinets filled with cookware lining the walls of the classroom. In the center of the room, there is a large island with a stove and oven meant for demonstrations. A tall young man is busy putting away pots and pans at the demonstration kitchen. He looks up as we fill the classroom.
"Hello, Chefs! I'm Henry, I'm here training for becoming a teacher myself. Let me know if you need anything," Henry smiles. He's as tall as Chef Ramsay, who has gone over to shake his hand. His black hair is scruffy in a way that I'm sure drives his female students wild. He is very enthused about meeting Gordon, he grips his hand and gives it a solid shake while his bright brown eyes gleam with enthusiasm.
"The class is all yours, Chef Ramsay. I'll be at my desk if you need me," Chef Buchannon says before peeling away from the group and sitting down at her desk in the corner.
Gordon turns to us and claps his hands as the students settle into their stations.
"Take a minute to decide what you're going to be teaching the class to make. As each pair teach from the front of the classroom, I want the rest of you making your way around to each station and helping where you are needed. Got it?"
"Yes, Chef!" we shout. Some of the students turn their heads to look at us, startled by the noise.
"Then get to it! Go on and decide what dishes you'll be teaching!" he directs us to a corner of the room to discuss our ideas among ourselves.
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