Pressing my eyes closed, I lean my head against the cheap plastic seating.
Taking a deep breath and holding it in my chest, I respond.
i'll be there.
Three dots that signify he's typing appear.
I take yet another deep breath.
great! see you soon.
Gripping the guardrails, I wait out the bus ride.
Heart racing faster as I sprint across the dawn-covered campus.
Knocking tentatively, my books are tightly hugged to my chest.
Strands of my hair sticking to my forehead. A painful moment of waiting arises.
Where I sit in silence for longer than I wish to.
Seconds later, the gargantuan wooden door opens.
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...
