"Be on the look out for some emails. I will be sending them out." Professor Jenkins mumbles over the sound of students gathering our books. It's 3:30, meaning whatever else he had to say now needed to be an email. We all have "places to be".
I toss the black bag over my shoulder and huff at the thought of seeing Styles. The entire interaction we had last night made me cringe every time I thought about it. I rightfully felt like a bother. Luckily, Ryder isn't here to tease me. He skipped school today to do God knows what. I assume he's dealing with his family seeing that his cousin will be out of jail in a few days.
"Where you gotta be at, honey?" Amanda's outback accent calls. Her makeup was usually done, but today I noticed she wore a red lipstick in addition to the perfectly arched brows. I didn't realized how quickly I was shuffling through the bodies.
"Stuff for my Law program," I tell her. Which is true.
"Oh, I see. Well, I'm having a little get-together thing with a couple of friends tonight, if you wanted to come. It'll be at my place. Her hand flips her perfectly flat ironed hair over hear shoulder.
"I'll have to see, these sessions end kind of late."
"Well, just let me know, you have my number."
"Thanks, I will." I shoot her a smile and she returns the favor, twisting on her heel to leave walk down the somehow empty hallway. It felt like everyone had completely disappeared and to be honest, I hated it. Everything that was happening with me now had already put me on edge. I even wore overalls today. I haven't worn overalls since last year. My brown waves were fallen practically over my face. I was constantly tucking the strands behind my ears.
Taking the city bus to the study is by far the worst thing I've done in a while. Though Ryder and I had taken it before, it felt worse being alone. At the thought of him, I pull out my phone to send a text. He wasn't able to ride it with me because he had errands to run. But if we're being honest, it's Ry. What kind of errands could he possibly have?
Me: u good?
I find my stomach churning as I step off of the squeaky bus and into the freezing February air. The usual short walk up the pavement and to the large mirrored doors of the building somehow felt like a mile. This is the part that made me regret agreeing to anything. Fuck.
"Logan."
My eyes are adjusting from the glaring, yet useless winter sun. I can't see who is at the receptionists desk, but I recognize the weary voice as Sharon's. How exciting. The son shone down from the skylight above her desk in a diagonal gaze towards where my converse were planted on the tile.
"Sharon." I respond sarcastically. One hand gripped the strap on my bag and the other lazily waved at her. Whatever she was typing came to a halt as she watched me walk towards the hallway. I'd be lying if I said it didn't weird me out, "Do you need something?" I drawl as her eyes follow me until I'm almost in front of where she sat.
She gives a smile to a brown haired woman who rushes passed us to leave the building and I recognize her as the girl that was here a while ago. Apparently she always has somewhere to be.
Once the door swings open, Sharon's small brown eyes seize me from above her glasses. She stares for a moment before saying, "How's your mother?"
My brows furrow at her question and I'm instantly reminded of the conversation I had with Ellen when she told me she had no idea who Sharon was. I'm not sure if the lady was just weird, but this conversation most definitely was. What is her deal with my mom.
"She's fine."
"Hm..." And then she continues at the keyboard.
"Alright."
My legs carry me to F17 and I shake the moment away.
"Come in." I hear Harry's voice after a single knock.
"What's up?"
"Usual." His feet were kicked up on the cherry wood desk and his eyes scanned a large book as he munched on an apple. Seeing him in a suit and glasses seemed strange after seeing him with sweats and slides on. He looked like a completely different person. Sexy, but different.
His hair was ruffled and a strand lied on his crinkled forehead. Whatever he was reading had his eyebrows pulled together in concentration.
"Cool. So what today?"
"I'm thinking RBG" The apple is tossed passed my head and into a clear trashcan next to the door. His feet come down from the desk and he slides the chair up while clearing his throat.
"What?"
"Ruth Bader Ginsburg." He says, my mind is still blank. Not only from his nonchalant attitude, but from the name. It sounded like it came out of a a Harry Potter book. I peel the backpack from off of my shoulders and place it in my lap. Unzipping it, I fish for my binder. "I dunno who Ruth Vader Williamsburg is."
"Bader Ginsburg. And you will. Get out Dissenter on the Bench."
I grab the large book from my bag and look at the cover, confirming the title. It's then placed on the desk in front of us and I adjust myself in my seat. It's crazy that I went from being scared shitless that he'd show up at Ramon's house to going back to our usual sessions. It's almost anti-climatic. I was still bothered by Sharon's weird behavior, but in all honesty I had no reason to be.
"So did you find anything out?"
"Excuse me?" His accent dominates his words as he flips through the pages of the book I'd pulled out.
"You know, with the case. Did you find anything?"
"Not yet."
"Oh..."
There is a painful silence and I find myself staring at his large finger maneuver across the old pages. A few moments later, he speaks again.
"I think we'll start on chapter five, actually."
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Fanfiction"I expect that if we're going to be working together you learn to trust me." He demands hastily, his eyes boring into mine. Something in my head told me that trusting him was a bad idea, but I needed the help, and he violently attractive. The hyp...
