°~I Think I Love You~°

Attached Already?

HELLO
First of all,
How is everybody doing?

Anyhow, I just wanted to preface this by saying that in this story both people are adults, so no funny business.
Don't take any of this too seriously, this is vampy mommy fanfiction.

Other than that, ENJOY!

Author-san
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The time has finally arrived. The long not awaited start of college. Summer, freedom, cheeks not stained with tears, and head free of stress are now a thing of the past, and even more so since you are going to a new place.

You slowly walk to the entrance gate, a school bag weighing you down but not as much as your thoughts. Your past years at school were painful, to say the least. Silent, full of tears, full of hopeless attachments to women who barely knew you and who you barely knew yourself, which is why you hoped and prayed that this cycle wouldn‘t repeat itself. Just like always, however, you were wrong.

A few classes and awkward introductions later, you were sitting on a bench waiting for your English class to start. Your worries lessened by the fact that all off the professors so far have been quite casual, however, this class was going to be the make-it-or-break-it of your promise to yourself, because of how notorious English teachers are in the world of teacher attachments.

The bell rings, and you get up, ignoring the invisible weight pulling, pleading for you to sit back down in the comfort of a not-so-comfortable bench. You walk up to the door, open it, and look towards the teacher‘s desk. There sat the most beautiful woman you‘ve ever seen, rivaling that of a goddess- her stature was strong, powerful yet calm and respectful. Her short, black hair was pinned neatly in controlled curls around her face, their darkness complementing the brightness of her cream-colored suit. Even with just a glance, that was taken before promptly sitting down, you could tell that your promise to yourself was long gone.

As you sat, she quietly scanned the room and waited a few extra minutes in silence before speaking.

-Hello to all of you, I am glad that this class can stay silent. You will learn that that is a valuable skill in my classroom. My name is Alcina Dimitrescu, you may refer to me as Miss Dimitrescu if you are feeling chivalrous, if you are not- the teacher will suffice. I will be your English teacher for this year and I hope we can get along without any trouble…

The way she spoke seemed to mesmerize you. Her words flowed from one to another so effortlessly. Miss Dimitrescu’s voice boomed through the classroom, yet she never raised her voice above the casual talking pitch. If she was to talk to a large auditorium, that auditorium would save so much money on microphones and a sound system because it seemed as if her presence alone was enough to make people listen.

She then went on to explain the curriculum and her grading system, yet all you could pay attention to was her-her voice but not her words, her face, her hair, her eyes, her style, her presence, but not the board and certainly not the systems and requirements.

Luckily for you, something snapped you out of your trance and you finally lifted your pen and, when she went over everything again, wrote everything down to a T.

You were quite good at English, you would never admit it but you enjoyed it and the A+s on your worksheets or essays in the past made you feel proud of yourself, so it was important for you to ace this class and you were not sure if the motives of this sudden drive were the fact that English was a subject you dearly enjoyed or if they were a little more… real… and beautiful.

The class ends and you unwillingly get up and, as slowly as you can, but not too slowly to the point where it would be weird, you exit Miss Dimitrescu’s classroom.

As you walk through the hallways towards where your next class is, your thoughts include nothing but her. You hadn’t said a word during her class, you hadn’t asked a question or anything but you already felt so attached to her. Truth be told, she scared you a little, but in a thrilling way.

You slightly forgot how it feels to have an attachment during the summer, but you knew the pain and trauma from past experiences all too well and made up your mind to never let yourself fall into that rabbit hole ever again.

But here you are.

The pleasant and dream-like thoughts of her were now replaced by thoughts of pain and anger at yourself. How you could let yourself fall into that trap again, how this whole year will be a pointless chase towards someone who is not even playing, how stressed you will be about every single thing you do because god-forbid she doesn’t like it and you end up feeling miserable. You are now just walking on autopilot and focusing on not crying and or stressing.

It will be fine

It will be fine…

Right? 

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Sorry that this got a little hefty, but I do hope you will stick around for more because more is on the way... I hope lmao

Author-San