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"My only love sprung from my only hate...and known too late...That I must love a loathed enemy" - Romeo & Juilet: Act 1 Scene 5
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Nothing was going to be the same, I knew that the second I felt the butterflies when walking to school. I couldn't get the dream out of my head.
I was so nervous to see her that I found myself staring at the entrance.
But I had to go in, I didn't want to be late. I managed to grow the confidence to walk through after fighting myself.
I could tell my face was red which only made my nerves worse. And my face began to grow crazily hot when Ms.Venable looked up to me at the doorway.
She could sense it, my anxiety and embrassment wrapped up in one.
"Good morning Y/n?" She prompted, I guess I normally said it first. "Good morning Ms. Venable". She nodded turning back to her work.
I made my way to the seat watching her, it was no surprise I had a thing for her. She was beautiful.
I stared at the busy woman, completely enchanted. Her nose, complimenting the glasses hanging from it, scrunched up slightly at whatever she worked on,
My gaze fell to her lips, the bottom tucked under the top. I thought back to the dream.
Then I met her eyes, which had slowly looked into mine. They were a deep amber shade framed by thick eyelashes.
I was brought into reality as her pen tapped on the desk. She noticed I was staring, I hadn't realized how long I was doing it.
I went red quickly averting my attention to my hands.
She let out a curious hum watching me like I had her. I kept looking up making eye contact with her seeing if she was still looking at me. She never stopped, not until class began.
I avoided her for the rest of the day, in the hall, at lunch, but after school I couldn't.
Once I walked into her room, she ignored me. I sat across from her like the days previous.
The phone number from yesterday came into my view. I kinda wished I could use it, since today was Friday I wouldn't see her for two days.
Which felt like forever, even if I had met her only a week ago. She finally cleared her throat making it apparent she wanted me attention.
"Would you like to go with me?" she acted as if what she had asked me was not unusual. "Go with you where?".
She paused sighing, "to the store". It was an odd offer. I gave a quiet ok making her light up.
"Grab your things" she left, seemingly to the car. I rushed after her.
She didn't tell me where we were going, just that it was a store. When she stopped she didn't let me open my door.
She went around to the side to. And she insisted I walked in front of her, by the time we entered the building I saw what we were here for.
Unsure I looked to her, she nodded forward. "Pick anyone you like", I bit my lip. "Really?".
A worker already made their way to us, casually waiting to help me. She nodded again.
"Are you looking for an IPhone or android miss?" The person at the desk asked. I hesitated, Venable took this as her chance to speak.
"Get the newest of any", just like that she bought it immediately handing it to me. Back inside her car I spoke my thoughts.
"You didn't have to-" she cut me off smiling. "I suggest the first thing you do is put in my number".
The rest of the ride I contemplated if this was because she felt bad for me or if she liked me. Either way it was working in my favor.
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That night I slipped under my comforter plugging in my new phone. It felt weird that I had one, I set it down.
Ping.
I looked back, there, from the only contact I had, was a message.
W.V.- Let me know when you've got your phone working.
It wasn't a question, it was a demand.
Yes, thank you
I wasn't used to texting, it seemed like she wasn't either.
W.V.- Good, now get some rest.
Part of me refused but another was anxious about not sleeping per her request.
She won't know.
I knew she had her ways, so I shut my eyes and dozed off.
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The first thing I noticed the next morning was the prompt text.
W.V.- Good morning sweetheart, I'll be at your house by 8:00. Be ready.
I turned my head to my clock. It's Saturday. Why is she coming to get me.
I guess I should get ready then.
I threw on a sweater making my way to the steps. I slipped past the sleeping man to the sidewalk where I sat waiting for the familiar purple sports car.
It didn't take long for the engine to roar down the street. She smiled at me. I only ever saw it when we were alone.
"You shouldn't have waited in the cold" she scolded as she pressed the unlock button. I ignored her, "Why did you come?".
She hesitated patting the seat. I climbed in opening my mouth to ask again. She cut me off, "seatbelt".
I rolled my eyes doing it earning a satisfied hum. "Why-" she stopped me a second time.
"You've worn the same thing three times this week". I bit my cheek out of spite, "You didn't answer the question".
She finished avoiding my gaze. "I thought maybe you needed some new clothes" there was a sweetness to her voice. One that made my heart stop.
I mumbled nervously, "You don't have to buy me clothes". "I want to" I burned holes in the side of her skull.
"I'm not a charity case Ms.Venable" suddenly her hands gripped the wheel tighter and her expression seemed to harden.
"I don't give things out Miss Y/l/n. I don't waste my time with the unfortunate", the tone she held was strong.
"Well then what have you been doing for me?" I decided to retort. A horrible mistake.
"You will go in each store I take you to, you will tell me what you like and I will buy it. That's final, now behave". She raised her voice at the end causing me to shrink in my seat.
"Yes Ms.Venable" I whispered feeling it was my obligation.
"Good girl".
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