Privet Education (GxG) Teacher x Student

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I was in my lunchtime class with Scarlette on Wednesday Nina couldn't make it today but I had made a promise to my dad about this so I had to go to this with or without her. I was eating my lunch with her before the lesson began like I had the last two days and the silence was killing me so I had I think and then asked Scarlette a question.

"Um Scarlette can I ask you something," I said and she smiled.

"Of course go for it," Scarlette said.

"Well I was wondering why you chose to teach art," I said.

"Well I went to art school and I was good but when it got to proving myself to those who have been in the art game for most of their lives I couldn't cut it," Scarlette said.

"What happened," I said.

"Well, I guess I didn't take into account just how brutal and cutthroat this art game can be and it is," Scarlette said.

"Any advice if I chose to play," I said.

"Don't let anyone tell you what true art is you make your own version of true art?" Scarlette said.

"What do you mean," I said.

"Well when the time came for me to make the decision to try making my own art a lot of people told me that it would never be worth my time," Scarlette said.

"That's horrible," I said.

"It's okay in truth but in a way, it's my fault as I let it get to me and began to believe it but I don't want you to believe them just do what you do and you will make it," Scarlette said.

"Right," I said.

"Look art is not about recreating what you see it's more about showing the world what you see and how you see the world everyone sees it differently and well you will too, art is to show just how differently you see it," Scarlette said.

"That's an interesting viewpoint," I said.

I finished my lunch and Scarlette told me a little more about her time at art school it was a brief summing up of her time there and I was hoping that it was just like that for me. Art school sounded like fun, all the drama, fun, parties, friends, classes and the success at the end of the road this was just what I was looking for and it was Scarlette that gave me the idea.

"Do you still keep up with any of them?" I said.

"Who," Scarlette said.

"Your friends the ones you hung out with at art school," I said.

"A few," Scarlette said.

"What does that mean," I said.

"It means that some of them made it big in the art industry and after a good few years we lost touch with one another" Scarlette said.

"Do you miss them?" I said.

"Not as much as I should and one in particle more than I should," Scarlette said.

"Why is that," I said.

"Oh, nothing just that she was my first girlfriend and well we left with little less than an I love you," Scarlette said.

"Word of advice I would keep the fact that you like girls to yourself," I said.

"What do you mean," Scarlette said.

"Well as a teacher you may be safe but when the other kids found out about the fact that I liked girls it didn't exactly go down so well," I said.

"Did they bully you?" Scarlette said.

"Only those with a death wish, I have a dangerous reputation," I said with a coky smile.

"I see," Scarlette said.

I got home that day and texted Nina about what I heard and she began teasing me about me talking with Scarlette and learning about her life I may have walked into that one but I told her to knock it off and she did. After texting Nina a thank you for stepping in earlier I told her how fun art school sounded and that I may have found where I want to go next and Nina said she would miss me but not to forget her when I made a name for myself. My mind was focused on the fact that Scarlette liked girls just like me it did make me like her so much more now that I had a shot with her if she wasn't a teacher. It broke my heart to know that she was so close and yet out of my reach because it was wrong to date a teacher more impotently your teacher then I remembered something I heard. It was something that my mother used to live by it was like her mantra "If society doesn't care what you do then don't let it tell you what to do" and I smiled.

"Annabel dinner" my dad called for me.

"Down in a sec" I called back.

"There you are I made pizza," My dad said as I appeared.

"Great hey dad I need you to sign this," I said handing him the form that Nina had got me.

"What is it," My dad said.

"Just a permission form so that I can get a tattoo not being 18 yet and all," I said.

"Not that I am saying no but why do you want one," My dad said as he took the form and I sat down.

"Girls like girls with tattoos or so I've heard and well it's a personal and prideful right of passage for me," I said and my dad had his thinking face on.

"Fine just don't go crazy," My dad said as took a slice of pizza.

"I'm eccentric, not crazy," I said as my dad signed the form.

"How did you get a form anyway," My dad said handing it back to me.

"Nina she knows a guy," I said.

"Another one of Nina's people huh she seems to know a lot of people," My dad said.

"Nina knows everyone to some extent I wouldn't be surprised if she knew the damn mayor," I said.

Me and my dad ate and talked for a good half hour before I headed upstairs and grabbed my phone I shot Nick and Nina a quick text on the group chat saying my dad signed the form then lay down and watched Netflix before going to bed. The next day before leaving I grabbed a drawing of my own that I had been working on for some time to ask Scarlette the best way to improve and or finish it. As drove Nina to school she was talking about the tattoos we should get I hadn't really given it any thought apart from the fact that I wanted to get one.

"Hey so you know my mum's old mantra," I said.

"That thing about society not giving a fuck yeah," Nina said.

"Well I'm taking it to heart and going to at the very least try and have a relationship with Scarlette," I said.