Madame Williams ( teacherxstudent )

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LOU'S POV:

"I do nothing but let it slide." She sighed, "You know I want to trust you."

Diane kissed me again, and I kissed her back. Then we cuddled and I let Diane sleep off her hangover.

I had many thoughts running through my head.

My main worry was that Diane was going through so much, and I wanted to be there for her, but I was also so exhausted.

I was so tired of playing this game of cat and mouse.

I knew Diane was dealing with her infertility problems, and on top of that there was a huge tsunami in her head regarding Andy and the fact that we had to be super careful.

It was also stressing me out.

I wanted to help, but I was always living in a constant worry, living in constant panic that anytime now I would burst into tears because of how I was stressed out.

Diane cuddled closer to me in her sleep, wrapping an arm around me. And I just let myself fall asleep just as deep as her. I couldn't help but wonder, did I mean it? Maybe not fully, but perhaps just a tiny bit.

*

She drove me back home after we had lunch together. She promised she would call tonight, but I wasn't really expecting her to do so. - Mom was there and she looked at me with concern when I walked in the kitchen with the sudden urge to eat some chocolate chip cookies.

"How was school today?" She asked.

Fuck.

I shrugged my shoulders, "It was just fine."

"You went in your pajamas?" She raised her eyebrows at me, "You didn't even have breakfast, and you must have left really early."

"Yeah, I wasn't hungry." I grabbed the cookie jar and sat down on a chair at the kitchen isle to eat some cookies.

"What's with the pajamas, then?"

I rolled my eyes, "I didn't feel like dressing up."

"Did you get dress coded?" She asked.

I shook my head and hoped that I would finally get some silence.

Mom sipped her tea and sat across from me, "Diane dropped you off."

My hopes were let down, apparently. There was no place for silence here.

"Is that a question or statement?" I asked, not bothering to look up at her.

She put her mug down on the isle and reached out to touch my hand, "Statement."

I took a bite of one of the cookies, and when I swallowed (yes, she waited until I swallowed), Mom spoke again, "Is everything okay with Diane?"

"It's fine." I said.

"You look like it's not fine, sweetheart," My mother said, retracting her hand to grab her mug with both hands and sip it. "You can tell me."

I ran a hand through my head, "It's nothing really," I ate the rest of my cookie.

"What do you mean?"

"Diane's going through something and I just happen to be tired, that's all. It's not like we're breaking up."

"Alright." She nodded her head, "What else?"

"What's with the questions?!" I asked, getting annoyed.

"I just want to know how my daughter's doing! Nicole won't pick up the phone and you keep avoiding me like I'm the plague..."