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When the next Monday morning rolls around, I hurry through campus, praying I don't break an ankle in the shoes I half heartedly decided to wear.
Heels are not going to be my friend these next couple of months, I can already tell.
"Good morning!" I smile wide as I move to the front of the lecture hall, taking place on the podium.
They all repeat my words in a nice, disorganized way while my eyes scan over all the faces. I want to make sure Adam's here, because I have continuously told my students that finals are not to be made up. You're either here to take it, or you aren't and Adam has been skipping my class more often than not.
I think it's because of Betsy, but then again I don't know. He's more of his own person, so I can only hope she didn't brainwash him into believing whatever it is she thinks.
And my pregnancy really shouldn't affect his schooling, especially when he needs to graduate to move up the rank at his office. A business degree will do him wonders.
"Does everyone have a number two pencil?" I ask as I start passing tests down the rows of students, making sure they're all at a perfect distance apart. "You have two hours to take your test. Good luck!" I half smile the moment my eyes land on Adam, who is slouched down in her chair.
I sit at the desk for the next couple of hours, staring into space almost.
I have so much on my mind, but that really isn't too shocking.
I can't stop think about Lindsey and the fact that I feel like we're constantly spinning in circles. We can't raise two kids together when I don't even know where he lives.
I've been telling myself that I have to open up to him and he has to do the same for me if this is really going to work... because as of right now, I'm not so sure we're all that fit to have children. Well, we weren't anyway, but we really aren't when I start thinking about it.
"Here, Professor." One of my students sets her test down on the front table, and I just now realize how many people have lined up to turn in their finals.
"Have a great Christmas break." I give them all a smile as they file through the door and into the hall. "Stay safe!" I add as my biggest class disbands for the semester.
It isn't long until everyone's gone, except for Adam. He brings his test up to the front, and I already know he wants to talk about it. He's usually the first person to get done in class, and he does wonderful on everything. He's just one of those people who can easily slide through school and even life with simplicity. So, for him to be the last person in my classroom means that he wants to get me alone for a moment.
"Hi, honey." I hold out my hand, taking his test to set into my folder.
It's going to take about four hundred years to grade all of these, which is the worst thing about this whole professor thing.
"I'm really sorry about how Betsy behaved a couple of weeks ago. That wasn't cool and-"
Holding up my hand slowly, I stop him. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Adam." That's true, very much so.
He can't control her actions, just like I can't control her either. She is who she is, and it's impossible for anyone to tell her that she's wrong, because she simply believes that she's always right.
