ChristopherThe test was relatively easy. I had expected it to be much harder, but it wasn’t so bad. Maybe I had a knack for the Greek stuff. It was interesting and I was enjoying the class, and not just because the teacher was hot. It was actually very intriguing stuff. I had been reading up on the subject, far more than I was asked to.I would start reading one story and then there would be a link to another story and before I knew it, I had spent hours reading about the Greeks. I had a lot of questions and was hoping to have lunch with Leila to talk about a few of those questions.I quickly finished the short paragraph answer and then reviewed the entire test. It looked good. I was convinced I was going to get an A. How could I not? Feeling confident, I got up and made my way to her desk.“Hi,” I said, keeping my voice very low.“Finished?” she asked in a cold tone, barely looking at me.“I am. I think I did pretty well.”“Good. I’ll have the tests graded before tomorrow’s class. T
ChristopherI wished I was the type to bake cookies. I would love to surprise Olin with some fresh cookies for when he got home. I supposed he was a little too old for that. I had missed my chance to see his face light up when he walked through the door. Carlie had gotten those moments. I had been at work. I had envied her and even been a little jealous. I felt like I was the one sacrificing to give her the big house and a comfortable life.It had caused many fights. She had always told me she would have been just as happy in a small house with us barely getting by. I had never believed her back then. I did now. Now that I saw how short life was and how precious every minute with loved ones truly was, I believed her.“You’re home early,” Olin said walking into the kitchen.“I thought we could hang out,” I said.I got the same look I always did when I suggested we spend time together. It was something between the look of gas and the look of someone who stepped in dog shit. “Why?”I shr
LeilaI felt like everyone was looking at me. I had stopped by the faculty lounge to grab my usual donut and coffee and could practically feel the eyes on me. I had looked around and while it appeared no one even knew I was there, my guilty conscience was eating at me.I had stared at my reflection in the mirror for several long minutes that morning. I wanted to make sure there was no sign of my mistake written on my face. There was nothing obvious, but I felt like everyone would just know.I was being ridiculous. I knew that. The rational part of my mind knew it was the guilt freaking me out, but the irrational part of my mind was very strong. I took my coffee and headed out of the lounge without speaking to anyone. I kept telling myself the class was over in a week. I could make it another six or seven days.He’d get his credits and we would never see each other again. If I was lucky, he would decide school wasn’t for him and my dirty little secret would never see the light of day.
LeilaI winced. His cold shoulder was deserved, but I hated it. I hated that I had to push him far, far away. It was about the last thing I wanted to do, but it was necessary.With all the students gone, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was tempted to go to the café in the hopes I could accidentally run into Christopher grabbing some lunch. I wanted to talk to him and explain my behavior.I couldn’t. I had to stick with my plan to keep things strictly professional between us. No lunches. No funny stories. No sexy smiles and definitely none of those heated looks that always seemed to pass between us.Hands off the goods.“Knock, knock,” Dean Johnson’s voice cut through the room.A cold knot of dread filled my stomach. I turned to look at the doorway, hoping like hell it was in my head and he wasn’t really standing there. “Dean Johnson,” I said, my voice higher than usual. “What brings you by?”Guilt pounded in my brain. I looked down at my chest, making sure there wasn’t a giant scarlet
ChristopherI got to class early, but instead of hoping to catch a few minutes with Leila, I wanted to talk with Alan. It was the last day of the class and I wanted to make sure I kept in touch with him. He was the only friend I had made in Texas thus far. Leila had made it very clear she didn’t want to talk with me outside the classroom. Hell, she didn’t want to talk to me in the classroom, for that matter.Class had been tense. At least it had been tense for me. She’d been very cool, ignoring me as best she could. I had stopped asking questions about the material and opted to do my own research. I hated that one blip in time had created a huge divide between us.I liked her. Not just because of the attraction I felt towards her, but I liked her in general. I had enjoyed talking with her and getting to know her better. Now, I hoped I never had to see her again and be reminded of the momentary lapse in judgment.I paused in the hallway, almost afraid to see her sitting at her desk. It
ChristopherI nodded in agreement. “I know. If I can’t get him to play baseball, I might try to get him involved with fishing or something outside of school. I have to get him involved in something. Right now, he spends his days in his room with the door closed. I don’t want him shutting down.”“It’s a tough road, but you seem to have a good handle on things. Olin is a lucky kid to have you looking out for him.”I scoffed. “I don’t know if he feels the same way.”Our conversation came to a halt when Leila walked into the classroom. I hadn’t said much to her beyond the casual good morning and have a good day as I left the class. She had been right to shut me down. I didn’t need the distraction.Things were definitely icy between us, but I suspected that was for the better. If she had been nice or smiled at me, I would get my hopes up that there was a chance we could see each other outside the classroom. I didn’t want there to be any chance at all. If there was a sliver of hope I could
LeilaI had finished my last class for the year. I was officially on break. It was freeing and alienating at the same time. I liked teaching. I liked the interactions. I liked having somewhere to be. If I was smart, I would take advantage of the break and get some of those little projects done around the house. Unfortunately, I had been saying that with every break, and usually very little actually got done.I shut the door to the class and headed for my office. I would spend the night grading tests, which might not sound exciting to some people, but I was thrilled with the idea. I liked the quiet nights at home when I could burn a fire in the fireplace and sip wine while wearing my pajamas. Grading papers could be cathartic at times.Other times it could be a serious headache, but mostly, I liked to see the fruits of my labor. I liked to see how much or how little of an impression I made on my students. I needed to pick up a couple of things from my office, swing by the grocery store
Leila“What idea was that?”“To talk with the dean. Let him know you met Christopher in class, and you would like to see him outside of the university on your off time.”“No!” I shrieked. “Are you crazy!”“You were the one who wanted to tell him what had happened.”I shook my head. “I got over it. The class is done. I want to keep it my little secret.”“Keep your secret,” she said easily. “Tell the dean you are interested in dating Christopher. Don’t tell him you banged the guy in the library. Sheesh. You know you don’t have to tell everyone every little detail.”I rolled my eyes. “I’m not telling everyone. I told you.”“Talk to him.”“I don’t have his number.”“I’m sure you could get it.”“He has my number,” I told her.She looked surprised. “He does? You gave it to him even though you told him you could never see him?”I grinned. “It’s on my email. I emailed him a couple of weeks ago. If he was smart, which I know he is, he would look for it there.”“But why should he look for it? Y