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critical-thinking-is-mandatory · 2 years

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Makes you wonder how Lila's even so likeable when all she does is brag about all her "achievments" and throws pity parties for herself for all the struggles she's had to overcome. Irl a person like her would be f*cking exhausting, and that's regardless of whether they would even be lying or not about their amazing life.

irl, people like that are some of the most despised people I've ever come across. I've had the immense displeasure of knowing several through my life and holy shit. the novelty wears off very, very quickly. especially when the person who makes everything about themself and their problems and their achievements and me me me all. the. time. never does anything for anyone else.

Lila never does anything beyond "wah help me or you're a bad person" and that does not ingratiate a lot of people to you. she makes everyone else carry her stuff, she doesn't hang out at group events, she doesn't invite anyone to her home, she doesn't organise outings, or take notes for anyone else, she doesn't even seem the type to wish anyone a happy birthday nevermind give them a card or present or cake! tack on the lying, which any ordinary 13/14 year old kid would be happy enough to demand proof for, and you have a classmate who is: unhelpful, selfish, self centered, annoying, and untrustworthy. like??

that's not even getting into the fact that, from the class' pov, Lila is flaunting her wealth and connections and making promises that are never delivered upon. regardless of whether or not she's lying that's pretty annoying and disappointing.

like, i get we're supposed to think Lila is some kind of genius manipulator but like?? she's no Azula, and even then, Azula was betrayed by the people closest to her so... even someone who has power and real manipulative skill and the capacity to follow through on her threats still could not remain ingratiated to her only friends forever.

and Lila? she doesn't have any power, or anyway to follow through with her threats other than with middle school bullying. her time in the spotlight is running out, and when it does she is gonna be the most hated kid in school.

#asks #anonymous #ml salt #lila salt #people like lila irl are literally the worst #and i have known so so so many #they're awful #literally like. give them 2 maybe 3 months of being packed into a classroom together everyday and lila should be despised #specifically because she's constantly interrupting to talk about me me me i i i

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neoperks · 6 years

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Vet Tech College Rant

I guess this isn’t really a rant, it’s just going to be me discussing what is currently going on in my life but I don’t want to fill up everyone’s dash so that’s why it is under read more.

Anyways, I graduated highs chool a year ago and I took a year off just to take a break from everything. I HATED school, it was horrible and exhausting for me from my anxiety and depression and I just... hated it. I always had bad attendance because some days I just couldn’t do it. I went over the absence limit multiple times but luckily I never got kicked out for it and I graduated just fine but I just needed a break. I was originally planning to get a job when I graduated, just so I had something to do and could earn some money in case I wanted to go to college (which I didn’t) but I never ended up getting hired anywhere so I’ve literally just been sitting around for a year.

Well last week I went to tour a Medical Institute that has a good vet program. Here in Arizona there aren’t many medical institutes, especially for vet programs. Obviously community colleges have it and there is a university about 2 hours away that I’ve HEARD has a good program, but this one is a lot closer and from what my mom and I read online it seemed pretty good.

Needless to say, it’s amazing. The lady that was with us and took us on the tour was extremely nice and did a great job at explaining the program. In summary, the program is 2 programs. You start in vet assistant school, and graduated to vet tech. Both of them together are 18 months, so it’s a little less than 2 years. If I make it to the end of this and pass, I will be a NATIONALLY certified vet tech in 18 months which is incredible, but here’s the catch.

It’s an INTENSE program. Obviously, you usually spend 4+ years at college to get a degree in something, so to do something medical in 2 years is a lot of stuff packed into a little amount of time. My classes will be from 12:30pm-5:30pm Mon-Thurs, I get Friday off because my class is an hour longer than the morning and night class, so our professor gives us a 3 day weekend. That’s not terrible, considering a full day of normal school is about 7 hours, but I will have a TON of homework and online work. It’s an excessive amount of homework so my free time will be pretty much 0. It will be mentally tiring to say the least, and with me not ever being good with school this will be hard for me.

The programs are extremely hands on, so while I will have a ton of online work, while I’m on campus I will get to see things done in person. The lab is absolutely amazing, it has equipment that most programs in normal colleges do not have. A state rescue program actually works with the school and they bring in their rescues to get fixed, get their teeth cleaned, and pretty much get ready to be put up for adoption. So there’s always something going on and I will get to see a ton of surgeries first hand which is really good learning wise.

Vet assistants do not do many surgeries, I will be doing more surgeries in the tech program. Vet assistants do work on dental though so I will get to do that. Either way I will be getting to actually do stuff and learn a lot while doing it.

To pass the vet assistant program, I have to keep a 3.0 GPA and have good attendance. Going back to the beginning of this post, I have never been good with attendance and this is pretty much going to make me be someone I’m not. It’ll be extremely hard for me, I don’t even know if I could keep a 3.0 GPA in high school, I’m not exactly the smartest, and THIS is what I’m worried about.

The 1 good thing about this regarding my anxiety/depression though is that the campus is extremely small. It’s a small 2 story building with maybe 10 classrooms in it, maybe less than that. And the afternoon class I am planning on enrolling in is the smallest, so I will get to know my professors personally instead of being in a class with 100 people and not having my professor know who I am. That makes me feel better regarding work, I will be more comfortable with asking for help which is not something I did in school often because of my anxiety. But even with this, I will still be struggling and I don’t want to spend all this time and my parent’s money if I am going to fail.

I really like this program, it seems great. But I am SO scared... I haven’t stopped stressing about it since the tour. My planned start date there is August 20th, so I still have a little over a month, but this Thursday I have to take a math test to enroll. I have a practice packet (thank god) and it seems to be basic algebra but I have never been good with fractions and it’s literally been 3 years since I’ve taken a math class and if I don’t pass then I can’t enroll and I’m freaking out about it.

And with all this, the LAST thing that’s stressing me out is the money. It’s not anymore expensive than a university, it’s about 32k for the program which isn’t horrible because I have about 30k in bonds that will mature when I’m older, but until them I will be using my parents money to pay for things. My family is not wealthy, we’re not poor, but we’re not wealthy and the school highly recommends you DO NOT work while taking this program because it’ll be too much. My sister works 3 jobs and goes to schools, she’s in university now but her first 2 years were at community college and she payed for her schooling. It makes me feel like shit that I won’t be able to pay for anything but I literally won’t be able to because of how intense the schooling is. I’ve always been the one to worry about money, my parents are way in debt and I just UGH I don’t know what to do. I’m having anxiety attacks non-stop... I don’t know what to do.

#personal #vet tech #sorry

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fanfictiooooooon · 6 years

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Love is a curse - part 1 //Stiles Stillinski

Hey! This is the first imagine I’m actually going to upload, but I have more. Hoping to improve my writing skills while writing something I hope others can enjoy too. Thanks for reading, I wish to write more for this series, and other requests are welcome. Enjoy!

Warnings: none

masterlist Part 1(you are here) part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

About: This is about your breakup with Stiles, which never fails to linger over you. The pack are being off, and you need answers! Lydia, your best friend, is going to help you get them. Maybe it all has something to do with Theo being back in town.

(not my gif)

The house is quiet at night, and the only sounds are the rustling of branches dancing along to the sounds of the whistling wind. It’s 2am and sleep seems inevitable. Picking through my mind, I can only find a few things occupying it and causing me to be awake.

The first thought being the pack. Since Kira returned, the pack have never been happier, but in the past week, they seem to have gone off a little. By this, I mean they look so happy when they’re laughing, so I try to join them. But when I do, there’s a sudden awkward tension for a reason no one appears to know. Unless they’re not telling me something.

The second, Lydia. The red head and I never had a problem. in fact, we got along as best friends. Actually, now that I think about it, these problems only began once Kira returned after Scott and Stiles picked her up and brought her to the surprise party we planned. Is it Kira? Does she not like me?

These thought rush through my head, along with more until I actually drift off. I’m rudely awaken by my loud, buzzing alarm, which seems adamant on annoying me. I check my phone, reading the date. Friday the 11th of September, eight days until my birthday. I quickly regain consciousness and manage to get ready for school faster than intended. Checking my phone again, I receive a polite message from Lydia. ‘I’m picking you up in 5, loser. be ready.’.

After 2 minutes, Lydia already arrives, wearing a full face of perfect makeup, putting me to shame with my mascara and eyeliner along with lip gloss. To say this past week has been strange, car rides with Lyds always manage to get me in a good mood. “Honestly, Y/N, I’ve never seen you so fashionable!” she smiles widely. “Thanks?” I respond, not sure how to take that.

We carry on chatting, and that’s all it is until she mentions his name.

“How’s Stiles?” she asks, making me shocked by the sudden use of his name. “I don’t know.” I reply coldly. Stiles and I used to be in a relationship lasting two years, but that all ended about two months ago when he broke up with me. No explanation. No reason. Just out of the blue. Perhaps that’s why I haven’t been sleeping. Never the less, Lydia knows how much I dislike talking about him. Thinking about it, that’s probably what caused tension, considering how we both still hang around with the pack.

“He really didn’t give you a reason?” she pry's.

“No.” I respond, feeling my heart hurt, literally. Lydia is the greatest friend I could ask for. She’s been furious with Stiles since he broke up with me. “Crazy thing is, it happened when Theo came back to school. He just turned more cold towards me.” I tell her. She knows I don’t open up about this stuff and I can feel her eyes glued to me, sadness filling her too.

We pull into school and go about as normal, but today Lydia seems to want a change. Walking in, we spot the pack. Everyone might be uncomfortable with me, but Scott always try’s to be everyone’s friends, and so hasn’t changed around me. We spot him as he smiles and beckons us towards them. The rest of them shuffle, awkwardly, at the sight of me.

Lydia links me arm and pulls me down a different corridor, and I become confused, as does Scott until he’s out of sight and me and Lydia walk down the hall with history classrooms. “What’re you doing?” I ask, genuinely confused.

“I’m not letting this go on anymore. They clearly don’t like being around you because they favour Stiles more. Stupidly, in my opinion. Well, as long as they’re gonna be like that, we’re not going to hang with them.” she smiles.

“And what if they never stop being like that?” I ask, still confused as to what the plan is.

“Then we force the reason out of Stiles and sort out the situation. Until then, those losers can go about being rude.” I smile at her. She really is my best friend.

“I’m throwing a party for you next weekend, and you’re obligated to go.” “Lydia, I-” I begin “No, no, no. You’re coming. End of story. Besides alcohol always helps. And whether they’re going or not, it’s up to you.”

“I really don’t mind. As long as there’s alcohol, who cares if they come or not.” I already know what she means. Will he be there. She shoots me a concerning look, as I shrug. “If you want. it’s your house.” I say smiling, feeling like my heart is painfully breaking, and creating sharp pains through me.

We walk to class. The bell goes once we arrive at the chemistry lab. I walk in and take my seat at the back. I sit next to Scott, and he’s actually the most trusted friend I have, apart from Lyds obviously. I try not to look at the door, but I can’t help noticing Theo taking his seat in front of where Scott’s going to sit. He glances behind and catches me staring. He shoots me a genuine smile, and I don’t pretend to hide the fact I was staring. I give him a weak smile before looking down.

“Hey,” I turn to see Scott, taking a seat to my left. I notice him give looks behind me, clearly to Stiles, but I don’t turn around. “Where’d you go earlier?” “Well, Lydia knows how uncomfortable everyone is around me, so we decided to be alone. Without all of the awkwardness.” I reply, seeing his kind brown eyes. “Well, I could always hang with you too, just us three.” he insists. “You don’t have to do that, Scott,” I smile at how kind he really is “I know you’re still my good friend, even if we don’t hang around together.”

The teacher begins talking and I turn to the front, but Theo catches my eye. Scott is oblivious, but he was clearly eaves dropping on our conversation. My mind wonders back to Lydia’s car, and how I said it all started when Theo came back. What if there’s an actual reason for that?

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles x reader #theo #theo raeken #teen wolf imagine #lydia martin #lydia #scott mccall #kira yukimura #scott #malia #malia hale #beacon hills #beacon hills high school #stiles stilinksi imagine

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earlylifediggysimmonsff · 3 years

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Mia

Next Thursday 8:24 am

I excitedly sat in the car with Gianna and Daniel. He offered to drive us there and escort us in. And I mean, that was totally fine with me. Especially since he was the one that got her into this school.

I wasn’t thankful enough.

“Baby is going to school. Yay mommy!”

I chanted. Gianna smiled brightly, babbling and nodded her head continuously. I really can’t believe I’m excited about her starting at daycare. Usually, I’m nervous, and scared. But for some reason, I know she’ll be in good hands.

Pulling into the parking lot, I got myself together, fixing my Rolex on my wrist and taking a deep breath. My baby looked so cute in cute hairbows and outfit. Hopefully she stays cute.

“Before we go in, I gotta tell you something”

I nodded, turning towards him to give him my undivided attention.

“I.... I told them Gianna was my daughter”

My breathing went back to normal. I thought it was something more serious. I was about to say, I was just starting to like him. I was curious to know why though.

“Why?”

“It’s moral conduct. In order for her to... be able to attend the school, free of charge she would have to be my child If not, it wouldn’t be fair to the other teachers and staff who kids go there that pay 20% less or Board of Trustee’s of pay 50% less. I as the owner am the only one that can have my child attend for free”

I exhaled and nodded. I understood completely.

“I hope it didn’t put you under any pressur-”

He smiled taking his seatbelt off.

“Nah, give me more reason to be up at the school, checking on shit. Make sure ain’t no crazy shit going on”

I smiled, taking a deep breath, watching as he opened the door, letting me out, then helped Gianna and held her close. She smiled, clapping at everybody that greeted Daniel It was cute.

Coming to her classroom, We both walked in. The classroom was so well lit. Bright with colors, appropriate toys and table size as well as chairs. I wanted to cry.

“Good Morning Mr. Bailon and Hi Gianna, it’s good seeing you again”

She hid into the neck of Daniel and her teacher turned towards me.

“And you must me Mia. It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Gianna teacher Danielle Bennett, her other teacher, who you will meet upon pickup is Siggi Nash.”

We shook hands, talking a bit more before she showed me around the classroom as well as the new cubby, and crib assigned to Kyrie.

“And dad says she’s still breastfed but weaning”

“Yes. I’ve packed her 4 bottles. She should only need 3 but a extra just incase. She drinks every 4 hours. She can have her breakfast after this next bottle at 8:30, then her lunch and next bottle at 12:30. After that she’ll sleep for a good 2, maybe 3 hours”

She nodded, and made sure to listen closely at every detail. It felt so good to be heard acknowledged.

“Alrighty. Bottle and food every 4 hours and is it solids or regular food”

“It’s regular food. I’ll send her with food every day. Once she wakes up she can do the 3rd bottle and her canister labeled snack. If she refuses a bottle, it’s okay. I’m trying to wean her complete. I’ll almost always pack extra food or enough food just in case she decided tly not drink a bottle. My goal is to... at least by time she’s 11 months to be fully done with breastmilk and on almond milk”

She nodded with a smile, and I glanced in the corner of my eye, watching as Daniel walked her around the class and looked out the window with her in his arms.

“Okay, got you. So this is her cubby. All of her soiled clothes, diaper and wipes reminder will be in here. We also post in the app we use, but in the even you don’t see it, we’ll always have it posted over her cubby”

“Okay, and I brought her a box or wipes and diapers. 2 sets of change of clothes, 2 pair of socks. She has a pacifier that can be kept here. If she doesn't keep her bows or socks on, they can just go back in her cubby. And I ask just all her clothes be returned”

“Absolutely, we don’t wanna loose those”

Walking over to Daniel and Gianna, I kissed her cheeks, grabbing her as he handed her to me. Taking in her scent, I took a deep breath and handed her to her teacher.

“Have a good day baby. See you later”

She smiled me out the door, literally. No tears or anything. I scoffed, walking down the hall beside Daniel.

“What you got to do today?”

I exhaled and shook my head.

“Umm, I just gotta head to the office and plan a reception for a wedding on Friday. What about you?”

“I have a few High-IQ meetings. Less than 20 minutes. Then, I have a luncheon with Roc Nation around 2:30. If you’re free you should join me”

I exhaled and shrugged.

“Mmm I’ll see. I’ll text you”

He nodded, leaning in to kiss my cheek then opened the back door for me

Daniel

“Okay, closing statement from our Owner and CEO Mr. Daniel Bailon”

I exhaled, as I stood up from my chair at the head of the table and looked at everyone around the table. Like I said, I don’t like meetings unless they’re vital and extremely important. This wasn’t one of them. I was brought in to view number and progress. And while all of that was great, the product can use some work

“So first give yourselves a pat on the back because reviews and revenue are amazing... but, a word of advice”

I cleared my throat and pointed to the product in the middle of the table.

“Spend less time on finances, spend less time in a conference room, spend less time on PowerPoints, and more time on trying to make this product as amazing as possible. Statistically speaking, out of 5 stars this is a 4, with 30 negative out of 100 collective reviews. That’s just okay. I want better. So, let’s work on that. In 2 weeks I want 5 starts with better reviews. Thank you guys. Lunch is also available”

They all nodded, shaking my hand as I walked out. With my security ahead of me, I walked to the elevator. Taking a deep breath, my phone began to ring.

Daniel: What’s good

Quest: Nothin nigga. You free, we gonna pull up on you-

Daniel: I’m about to head to this luncheon, meeting with Tidal. I’m hit you after see what’s good

Quest: Iight my nigga

Hanging up I shook my head as I got off and hopped into the back of the SUV. Yeah I’ll admit life is good. But I’m still young. And the shit I wish I could do, I really can’t do. In the end though it’s all worth it, but my mind is still blown that a lot was cut short due to popularity, money and fame.

5:04 pm

“So uh.... how’s life man. How’s it treating you?”

Jay-Z spoke as I sat along side him, overlooking the pool of his Bel-Air home. Sipping a Dusse mix made by his bartender I nodded. Never in my life did I think I’d be rubbing elbows with Jay-Z, let alone having more money than him. Besides the money thing, this nigga stay dropping jewels. I’m a student. Since I inherited this money, he’s been a father figure to me, teaching me what and what not to do. How to run a business and a enterprise correctly. Like I said, he’s like a father for the past 4-5 years. Since I was a teen. I don’t even call him Jay, I call him pops.

“It’s all good. I met this .... this chick. She’s a planner. She got a daughter, I’m feeling her. But, she been through some shit, and I ain’t trynna fuck it up with her. I just know how I am, and I don’t know what it means to be in a healthy relationship”

He nodded. I told Mia I wasn’t like other niggas, but I got my ways. Not that I haven’t worked on them, I’m just worried about relapsing. Being a part of my fucked up environment.

“We don’t have to be circumstances of our environment son. We have mistakes and we have choices. Things that happened in your past were mistakes because you were young, careless, and unaware of the impact. But now, as a conscious man, we can’t repeat the same bad habits. Because at that point it would be a choice”

I nodded, understanding his view and continued listening.

“I know you see in your generation.... a..... uh.... fad to be a man with multiple women, and hoes, and so forth. But think of it this way, would you rather be a trend, or you rather be Ralph Lauren? You know what I mean; like, you rather be a trend, or you rather be forever? A trend dies out, hoes die out, a relationship last, love is forever”

I nodded, taking another sip of my drink and exhaled. See what I mean, puts it in better perspective.

“You feel me?”

“Yeah, I feel you”

He nodded, patting my back then sitting back in his chair.

“I love you and care about you like a son. Bring her by, and bring her daughter by. Anytime you both need a break, she is welcome to come and play with the kids. You’re like my son man”

“I ‘preciate. And how about I take you up on that offer”

I laughed lowly.

“You not gonna give it a week or something?”

I laughed standing up and shook my head.

“I’m your son right. I think I should have unlimited babysitting services”

“I got you but don’t push it”

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peacefulwriter88 · 7 years

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Space in Between - Part 2

A/N: Remember this old gem? Sorry it’s been a while – because I work for a school district work comes in tides and waves. Things have slowed down a wee bit that I can dedicate my luv to this sweet little space nerd. Also I might post part 3 after the 2:00 NFL games....

Warnings: None yet :)

Tag List: @sleepretreat @lancetucker @xxhuffelpuff-girlxx

Day 1

It was wearing on him. He looked down at the neat, signed papers resting on his desk, looked at the perfect penmanship of his wife – correction his ex-wife – signature and re-read the words staring up at him from the page.

He didn’t know how it had ended like this.

He had wanted to make her happy, make his son proud. But she couldn’t handle his obsession of space, still constantly needed to unveil all of its mysteries with their family. Didn’t want to deal with the disappointment anymore. Even after she moved back North, he had followed her. Tried to work their marriage life. Tried to lead a normal life.

But it hadn’t worked. He had found the whole situation dull and she knew it. It wasn’t like him. He wanted to continue to push the continuum, not settle down and read about it.

So, a year and a half ago they separated. Three months later, he was delivered divorce papers.

He tried therapy. Tried reconnecting with her. But her mind was made – divorce. Not only was the process shamefully painful, but it was also a prolonged son of a bitch.

These were the last papers after the meetings with lawyers, after hundreds of emails and even more calls. After strained smiles and moving out. After rebuilding his life alone. He had his son, of course, but only twice a weekend and one Wednesday. Elijah was still only two, still too young to understand the consequences of their decisions and he wanted to maintain some normalcy around that.

He looks back down at the papers, sighing deeply before picking up his pen and signing his name on the crisp line. He pushed the paper back into the envelope before licking it closed, the dark letters of the law firm peering back at him.

The past three years of his life was disappearing in the form of ink and paper.

Life was a son of a bitch.

Day 7

It was only a week, but as he sat in his apartment, a cold beer in his hands as he looked down at the book in his hands he knew there was a problem.

Beth didn’t have a problem bouncing back. According to Alex and his fiancé, she was doing just fine. Barely made eye contact with him when he picked Elijah up, barely acknowledged him when he dropped Elijah off. Her hair was different. Cut short, framing the fine features of her face. She had color back in her cheeks and smiled more.

She was probably seeing someone.

That was what had caused this distraction. He wanted to move on and couldn’t.

Day 17

Autumn was coming. You could smell it in the air, feel it when you walked from building to building on the large campus. His senses were coming back again. Food wasn’t bland anymore. Was chilled when the east coast air flew in. His brain started applying things he saw in real life to how they could function in space. He laughed at dumb jokes Alex, or Mark or Rick called.

He was starting to feel like him.

Day 25

It was too soon. It was a month into the semester, a month into his inherited role as professor of Environmental Sciences. He had adjusted to his role on campus – half professor, half infamous astronaut that had been one of the few who had gone to Mars. He shielded away from his celebratory status, trying to deny talking at any events or going to any special dinners. Trying to keep to himself as he tried to figure out what the hell he wanted to do next.

And then you had happened.

It had been in late September, a few weeks before homecoming. He hadn’t forgotten about you, hadn’t forgotten about the way you had shed light to his celebrity.

But now you were different.

You were attentive. You came to class over-prepared, your laptop at the ready as your eyes followed him throughout the classroom. You pushed back on theories that he synopsized about, providing new solutions. You questioned everything, wanted to know everything.

At first, he had thought it was a child’s crush. A lot of the women (and men) had made it obvious they were attracted to him. Alex even teased you about it, also working on campus on a few science projects.

“Every woman on this campus, student and faculty alike, are curious about Dr. Chris Beck.” He would coo, resulting in a soft punch or a chuckle.

It was flattering but it was the last thing on his mind.

Until there was you.

You weren’t asking dumb questions, like everyone else would after class. You would dig to the root, genuinely curious as you shuffled through your piles of paper, presenting them to him as he tried to pack up. When you showed up to his office hours, it was with articles on articles that ran parallel to lessons he was teaching in application to what it would look like in space.

And that was what drew him in.

You were just as obsessed about it as him. You would bite your bottom lip as you shuffled through papers, looking at your laptop trying to spot differences as your free hand would write out equations. Your eyes would furrow together, your hair falling in your face as you absently pushed it aside. The way your face would light up, jumping in enthusiasm as you would point out something to him.

It had him excited. Had his blood pumping to do just as much research – wanted to gauge your response when he brought up something new to you.

Had him looking forward to class. And he knew that was a problem.

Perhaps he needed a hobby. Or get laid.

He probably just needed to get laid.

Day 31

You were wearing mustard. It was a color he didn’t have any opinion on before until he saw it on you. Mustard patterned dress that accentuated your breast and stopped a little above your knees. Intricate designed tights that stuck to your skin like it was a part of them. High brown boots that moved past your calf. Your hair was thrown up in a bun as you laughed alongside the two friends you always came to class with, finding your seat as he brushed through the pages.

He cursed himself again.

Freshly divorced and barely halfway through his first month teaching and he was in full heat over you – a student.

He had tried dating. Tried to have casual sex. It was useless because he already knew that he belonged to you.

“Who’s the girl?” Alex had asked, bringing a beer to his lips as Rick quirked up an eyebrow.

“Girl? There’s a girl in newly single Beck’s life?”

Rick had flown in the night before and they had decided to quickly catch up for dinner after work. He had rolled his eyes, falling back in his seat as he shook his head.

“There is no girl. I have no idea what Alex is referring to.”

Rick, always happy to instigate, turns back to Alex who’s shaking his head chuckling.

“You’re full of shit and you know it. Lisa’s been trying to set this guy up with everyone she knows. Every woman so far, who have literally thrown themselves at his feet, haven’t been called back for a second date. Haven’t been invited to his home. So either Beth made you a eunuch or there’s someone else preoccupying your mind”

He had tried to brush it aside, taking a swing of his drink as Rick exclaims,

“You have females throwing themselves at you, newly free and ready to party and you’ve been throwing that away.”

“Listen,” he finally says, their eyes watching him carefully. “I’m not trying to jump back into another relationship. Not trying to just mess around with a woman. Did that enough in my twenties.”

“Now you’re in your mid-thirties and got all the time in the world.” Rick continues and he scoffs.

“I’m just trying to enjoy being with me.”

They had watched him, rolling their eyes before jumping into another conversation. He was grateful, grateful for the distraction as he tried to remind himself of the same thing.

But now you were in his classroom, wearing that damn dress that hit your curves just right, and he was stuck questioning if he was full of shit. He tried to ignore you as you leaned into your friend Mara, turning his attention to the white board. He only gets through half of what he needs to write before he hears your exclaim,

“What!?”

He turns back to the group, sighing before clearing his throat. Perhaps he could feel you out. Maybe you were also just as into him as he was you. He thinks back to the conversation he had earlier with Alex,

“Listen, I wasn’t trying to call you out in front of Rick last night.”

He had shrugged it off, scrolling through his phone while they waited at the coffee cart and Alex sighed.

“Come on – we’re going to dinner this weekend. Will probably go out dancing after. You should come and have a good time. Lisa has this friend ...”

“No more Lisa dates.” He cuts Alex off and Alex chuckles, slapping him on his back.

“Well you gotta get out since you’re a newly single man. Beth’s dating – don’t see why you don’t.”

They take another step forward and he groans, shaking his head.

“Beth’s been dating for months. Good for her. I’m just not sure I’m ready.”

Alex snorts, shaking his head before pointing to his phone. “Please. Let me guess – you were answering a text from that woman you’ve been talking to.” Chris gives a blank stare as Alex continues, “Listen, I know you haven’t blatantly said it out loud but I know there’s another girl because of the signs. You always bring up this mystery woman that you’ve been meeting for coffee to discuss environmental science theories because that’s a thing. You always are checking your phone to see if she’s sending you messages and when she does, you smile. Don’t play dumb with me Beck, I know a crush when I see one.”

He had tried to mask the smile that was inevitably spreading on his face as Alex finishes,

“Just invite her or whatever. Do it for all of us – her included. Sure she’s tired of you leading her on.”

It couldn’t hurt to see. He did like you. And if you weren’t into him, then he could go back to feeling miserable for himself like had been for the past year and focus on his future.

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