A Fractured Lover (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 10

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The next week went by in a blur of homework, wine, and most of all; avoiding Mr McCoy.

I had his class on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. On both Monday and Wednesday, I arrived to class just before it started and left the second he dismissed us. So I would say my plan of avoiding him had been going pretty well. That didn't mean to say he was making it easy for me.

On Monday when I walked in, it was like he knew I would be the last one in and was standing at the door waiting for me. My heart lurched the moment I saw him. His eyes were tired and defeated. His hunched over body, straightened right up when I walked in. It took every bit of my strength to walk right past him and to my seat, never making eye contact the entire class.

Wednesday was supremely easier. He barely paid attention to me in class besides for calling my name for role. It seemed as though it finally got through to him that whatever connection we had, was diminished into nothingness at the Gala.

I should have been relieved when he didn't seem to notice me, and I was, don't get me wrong. Yet, there was the ever present feeling of disappointment at the finality of our little fling; if you could even call it that.

Today was Friday and I started it off with my usual run in the mornings then I hopped in the shower to get ready for Mr. McCoy's class. Throwing on a pair of white shorts and a light blue tank top, I put some light make up on and set off.

Traffic was absolutely absurd and I ended up parking in the school lot two minutes before class was supposed to start. Grabbing my bag, I bolted out of my car and sprinted to class. Before I could even make it in the building, I crashed into someone and fell straight to the ground on my ass.

"Aw, fuck," I groaned as my back made contact with the cement. I tried to open my eyes only to be welcomed by the blinding sunlight. I rolled over onto my stomach and supported myself with my hands. Looking up, I noticed the man I ran into just kept walking, not even bothering to help me pick up my stuff. He had got a baseball cap, pulled down just far enough on his face that I couldn't even see what student it may have been so I could have confronted them later.

"Dickhead," I muttered under my breath as I slowly started to pick up my things. Standing up, I cracked my back to try and help ease some of the tension from the fall. I bent over and grabbed my bag off of the ground. I then realized that I didn't hear anything around me.

Snapping up like lightening, I looked around to see that I was the only student left outside.

"Oh no, no, no!" I tried to embody as much of The Flash as I could and took off towards his class. The last thing I needed right now was a detention from him. I threw open the building doors when I reached them and bolted down the hallways. Almost there!

Flying around the corner, Mr. McCoy's classroom came into sight. I reached out and gripped the door handle of his classroom, throwing it open and practically collapsed into the classroom.

Hunched over, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath, I knew that everyone's eyes were on me; including Mr. McCoy's. After a few seconds, I daringly looked up into his amused, deep blue eyes, awaiting his verdict.

"You're late."

My jaw dropped open. "You've got to be kidding me?" He shook his head, desperately trying to conceal his smirk.

"Afraid not, Ms. Merrick. See me after class."

Fuck.

I sighed dejectedly and sulked to my seat. Ben was trying his very best to stifle his laughter when I got there. Totally not in the mood, I gave him a swift punch to his arm and sat my sore ass down. My tailbone was already starting to bruise from the fall.