As my alarm rings for the school day, a notification lies open on my screen.
The screen glaringly bright as I brush my hair in the mirror. Rummaging through my closet, I find an autumn orange polo.
Throwing the shirt on, I button my jeans. Finally turning my attention to the gray text bubble.
you're coming to prep hour, right?
Gulping, I shove the phone into my back pocket.
My backpack is heavier than the shame I feel in my stomach.
Waving to my roommates as I leave the dorm before the Sun comes up. They're sitting at the table eating cereal, like every college kid should be at this hour. Yet, I'm up hours before my classes to catch a bus to the lab.
City transit is more affordable for undergraduates, I remind myself.
Riding the bus gives me no clarity. I receive another notification.
hello? i'm here if you want to go through your test corrections.
YOU ARE READING
"older"
RomanceHave you ever dreamt of being with someone a little bit older than you? Have you ever toyed with the idea of going for that one hot teacher? The one that pops into your mind when I say those words. He's charming, intelligent, and best of all, able t...
