Brittany O'Neill and her family packed up everything and moved to Berkeley, California for a fresh start. Her brother and she were excepted into Berkeley University and she thought it would be the great college experience. With little to no stresses...
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Chapter: Thirty-Seven
Niles told me not to worry about it and I tried to do just that. When we arrived in class, Niles walked me to my seat and Max greeted me with a smile. I knew what subject I wanted to discuss with her. If things were going well with Jay and Mattie, and hopefully they were next.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey. How did things go with Tamron?"
She blushed but sighed good-naturedly.
"I feel like we're closer than ever, but neither of us is brave enough to make the first move."
I would never make the first move, either. But as her friend, I was going to act like them being together was easy to do.
"What's the problem? You clearly both like each other. Your relationship makes sense."
"I don't know. It's so hard."
"Well, then again, I've never had to do anything like this either. But I think you guys are meant to be. You'll find your way to each other. Besides, if not him, you might have to date, Louis."
We glanced back to find him leaning in his seat flirting with two girls in the class while Niles shook his head. We chuckled as we turned around. Liam didn't come to class, and I tried to make myself believe I didn't care that much, but I did. I didn't want him to feel bad or upset.
"Class, do you feel guilty?"
We all looked at Mrs. Pearcings like she'd gone insane. Was she under mind control or something? Of course, I felt guilty. The universe was bent on making me suffer extreme emotional torture.
"Only guilty I haven't taken you to dinner yet," Louis said, causing everyone to laugh.
"Louis, I doubt you could handle a woman like me."
There was a chorus of whoops and hollers, and I chuckled openly. If Louis dated our teacher, then maybe that meant A's for all of us. Now that was a nice thought. Also, a nice thought was making it out of Berkley alive. Come on, Louis, make it happen!
"I'll keep trying," he chuckled.
"Now, class, answer the question. Do you feel guilty?"
"Should we feel guilty?" Max questioned.
"You tell me? Should you or should you not feel guilty?"
Why did she insist on asking these thought-provoking questions? This was a woman who could teach a typical English class for two weeks and then turn it into something totally different.
"I suppose it depends on what we did or didn't do," Niles answered.
"I see Niles. Good answer. Now, suppose we agree with his statement. If we have done something wrong, should we feel guilty? Likewise, if we've done nothing wrong, should we feel guilty?"
