Desire

1

I straightened out my outfit for today. A black and white striped pencil skirt, with a matching black and white striped long sleeved crop top, that had a scarf as the collar. I wore dirty pink pointed toe pumps along with my long hair out.

I grabbed the coffee from my kitchen counter, and grabbed my car keys heading out my house door. Something I've been doing for 1 year, since I was twenty-one. Which means I'm twenty-two! To be quite honest, I enjoy my job.

I began to drive down the road, to the location I was supposed to go to. I made sure my phone was in the purse I had in my car, which led me to finding out I was correct.

I turned on the radio, putting on a decent radio station where they played music from today's hits. I'm twenty-two people!

After a few minutes, that felt like hours, I arrived at my job. I got out my car, and grabbed my purse, and coffee. Alright, another day another nickel! I walked to the entrance, and walked inside the building. I walked past the main office, seeing a couple people that I enjoyed conversing with.
"Good morning, Ms. Parker." Ms. Smith greeted.
"Good morning. And I told you, Ava, call me by my first name!" I smiled.
"I know, I know. It's an instinct!" She says, making me chuckle. I winked at her jokingly and carried on walking. Gosh, this building never fails to amaze me with its beauty and largeness. I walked to my destination, and unlocked the door, stepping inside. It was still empty, but not for long.

I sighed to myself, in a good way. I shut the door behind me, and walked to my desk. I sat down on my rolling chair, facing the huge seating area that soon will be filled.

I grabbed all my paper work from my purse and folder, and set it on my desk. Alright, today we're... I trail off, scanning my papers. Discussing the plot of Freedom by Jonathan Franzen which we finished! I finished my thought. I heard a bell, and the sound of students filling the halls and footsteps coming close to my door. Here goes another day!

Students began to walk inside, as I took sips from my coffee. I drink too much of this, no wonder I stayed five feet and two inches tall since the beginning of middle school. Lord. Students began to sit down in their seats, now filling in rows. Once they all took a seat, and settled in, I spoke.
"Good morning class!" I smiled at them.
"Good morning, Ms. Parker." They boringly say.
"Awe, I know, college sucks. Well that's too bad!" I say making some students laugh. "Alright, as we all know, we finally finished Freedom!" I leaned against my desk. The class cheered making me laugh. I loved moments like these with this class. They were indeed my favorite class, out of all. "So, here's the bad part." I put air quotations around 'bad part'. "I want you guys to write me an essay about the plot of the whole book, and what you think the book is trying to teach you. Easy stuff." They all gave a satisfied yet annoyed murmur. "Two pages minimum!" I smiled, crossing my arms. They all groaned. "Sorry guys." A hand rose up. "Yes, Nora?"
"Do we get extra credit if we do four pages?"
"There's no extra credit." I earned a groan from the class once again. "Unless you---" the class' head turned towards the opening door. I looked to the door and find one of my troubling students.
"Sorry I'm late." The boy said, meaninglessly.
"Harold. You're late." I scrunched my eyebrows up.
"It's Harry. And I know." He rolled his eyes, taking a seat in the second row. I decided to let it go. I sighed.
"Alright, Harry you missed out on an assignment---"
"Say no more! I'm probably not gonna do it anyways." He chuckled, making the class snicker along. I tried not to get angry at this kid.
"Uh, it's an important grade, Haro--"
"Harry." He corrected me. I frustratingly clear my throat and decide to move on.
"Alright." I shake off. "Prick." I say under my breath. "Nora! As I was saying, you don't get extra credit on the assignment, UNLESS! You write another essay on what you liked about the book, which is a page long." I explained. The class said a few Yay's and a few groans. "Well that's that! Now, let's just get some opinions. What was your favorite part of the book?" I sit on my desk, sitting leg crossed. "This will sorta help you if you plan on doing the extra credit assignment." Nobody bothered to speak. "Oh come on guys! Fine, I'll call people out." I smirked. "Uh lets see," I paused, "Harold! What's your favorite part?" I smiled, ready for a stupid answer.
"He probably didn't even read the title." Chaz, one of the students, said.
"Cha---" I was about to chastise him, until Harry impressed us all.
"I liked the part where Joey begins to act rebellious, and he becomes sexually attracted with his teenage neighbor Connie. It's quite interesting to see things in that point of view." He finished, in his English accent. It was awfully too sophisticated for him, while he's wearing black skinny jeans and a white t shirt with those brown dress shoes he wears. Interesting combination you can say.
"... O-oh! Okay! Well, uh, that's good!" I clapped my hands together. "Let's move on.."

After a while later the class ended and students were getting out there seats. "Harry, please stay until the room is empty." I tell Harry, as I walk to my rolling chair.
"Oooooooo!!! You're in trouble!" Chaz teased again.
"Chaz, shut up." Harry shoved his shoulder.
"Stop." I told them both. "You. Out." I pointed at Chaz, playfully but serious at the same time.
"Yes ma'am!" He played along and walked out. I sat at my desk, and waited for the whole class to leave. The class left alas.
"What did I do this time?" He asked, annoyed.
"Absolutely nothing!" I rest my chin in the palm of my hand.
"Then why am I here?..." He asks.
"You really read the book?"
"No, I searched it up on Wikipedia." He sarcastically said.
"Damn! You really read! I'm surprised!" I stood up. He was very tall, even when I had heels on! He was ten inches taller than me!
"What's so surprising..." He furrowed his eyebrows.
"To be honest, your grades buddy?? Not so good. So knowing that you read that, is sorta surprising for a frat boy like you."
"I'm a senior student, Ms. Parker. The same age as you. I'm sure that I have intelligence in me. Just because you're a few months older that me doesn't mean that you're smarter than me." He smirked.
"I never said I was smarter than you." I raised my eyebrows.
"Ah, but I'm sure you're ready to start an argument with me." He cheekily said. "That's not smart, is it?"
"Okay. Cut that attitude, Mr. Styles. I'm not your friend."
"And I don't need you to be, babe." He winked at me. What the heck?
"Uh, excuse you?"
"You got something coming, Ms. Parker." He whispered, huskily.
"Ha---"
"See ya." He walked away from me, and outside my class. What the actual heck just happened?

Alright I guess I didn't introduce myself to you, right? I'm Olivia Parker. I teach senior students at New York University. Harold Styles is one of my bad students. But time to time, he shocks people with things he intends to do. It's utterly annoying yet satisfying too.

Teaching is actually fun to me, at least! But, this... This was just weird.

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It was the end of the afternoon, and all the students were walking around campus, chatting their mouths away. I didn't believe in the friendship or relationship type of stuff. Love is just something that brainwashes our minds, when we are oblivious to the fact it just ends up hurting us in the end. And friendship? I don't believe in that either. It always ends in some type of betrayal. I smiled at the students, doing something other than sticking their pupils onto their phone screens.

Even though that's what I do.

I saw Harry, sitting alone under a tree, writing or drawing something on a sketch / notepad. I decided to walk to him, and speak with him. I arrived to him, and greeted him.
"Hey, whadda you up to?" I sit next to him.
"Gosh, are you just trying to ruin my day on purpose?" He groans. Well damn.
"Ouch. That hurt." I scoff. He shakes his head, and puts his items away. "Why'd you do that?" I frowned.
"Because it's private. Do you know what that means?"
"Shut up." I rolled my eyes. "I want you to stay after school, with me. I want to help you--"
"After school? What is this, 6th grade?" He deeply chuckled.
"Harry stop." I sternly say.
"Okay, jeez." He huffed.
"Stay after school, tomorrow. If you don't, I'll make sure to fail you." I say, getting up.
"That's not fai---"
"See ya!" I smirk, walking away.
"And I'm not a prick!" He called. Crap, he heard that?? I ignored him, and continued to walk.

He better show up tomorrow!