TEACH ME

Obsession

She was so.... Different now. Grown. It was hard not to stare at her from the front of the room. My student.

Back in high-school she looked like she went into a goodwill and picked out the clothing that said "I am a hippie who smokes weed on the beach". Who could forget a girl like that? Just seeing her in the hallway caught anyone's eye who she walked past because her style and demeanor was so unusual. Even though she was two years younger than me and we didn't have class together, there was no doubt I knew that it was her.

I can't help but slide my eyes over hers in the sea of students as I speak about the course and what it entails. She looked so different, and yet, completely the same. Her skin was still tan and smooth like she'd been sun kissed just the day before; her hair still filled with soft Beach waves. Just now she had a more mature and utterly college like appearance with leggings, a tank top, and a gray cardigan. But the comfy clothes didn't hide her, it brought out her features in a seductively beautiful way.

The tank top showing the smooth curve of her chest, the cardigan showcasing her dainty and elegant collarbone, the leggings wrapping around her legs in a way that you could tell she her thighs were- I peeled my eyes away from her in agony. Stop.

I had to beg myself not to focus on her. She was only a girl you knew in school, and I was teaching a lecture.

I avoided her for the rest of the day like a visible plague.

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It was after the class was over that was the issue. See she walked right past me with not a glance in my direction, and it made me want to run after her and grab her shoulders and yell "Do you remember me?!"

But I didn't. I swallowed my thoughts, and another sip of coffee, and grabbed my briefcase before walking to the door. But right before I was about to exit, I saw it. A little black leather notebook on the floor by the door. It couldn't be.

Picking it up I open the first page: Emily Fields
Yup. It was hers. Fuck. How did she drop it? I could have sworn she had it in her hand even after she bumped into the door. I grab it and step into the hall, looking around the sea of students in crowds going to and from classrooms. She was gone.

I would have to take it home with me and talk to her tomorrow.