Monday morning.
The day had finally come where I couldn't hide in my peaceful bubble any longer. I was gonna have to face her eventually and I think I've finally come to terms with that.
I'm a student, her student and for now that was all I was gonna be, at least until she was ready to open up to me the same way I did to her.
I wasn't wanting to be her rebound considering she was still in the middle of a messy divorce. So in this case that meant I needed to give her space to figure things out without my constant persuasion in the matter.
I threw on some jeans and a black tank top, the weather in the city deciding to be warmer than usual as I paired it with some grey and white nike dunks. My hair flowed down my back as gold hoop earrings dangled from my ears.
I wasn't trying to impress anyone, however I did in fact get hit by a car last week and didn't exactly want to give off the fragile currently dying vibe I was still partially feeling.
My body had the odd bump and bruise on it however they were fading, my cut slowly healing although ill probably have a small scar above my eyebrow. As for my head, the concussion was still prominently there but the headaches were kept to a minimum not really affecting my daily life anymore.
I grabbed my school bag scurrying off to class being extra careful as I crossed every road. You can never be too careful, as I've learned the hard way a red light doesn't always mean stop.
I had my sociology class first which was a big fat snooze fest, as the balding man mumbled away about social norms and how as a society we're basically doomed.
He's a very positive guy if you couldn't tell.
Class was finally dismissed and I had ten minutes to venture off to my favourite class with my favourite teacher who I hadn't seen in a couple of days.
For some reason my palms felt clammy as I tried to cool my nerves down. Why was I even nervous? I literally see this woman 24/7, it was just another normal class day where I was her student and she was my friendly teacher.
My feet paused momentarily in the crowd of students as I saw her off in the distance standing right at the door greeting students as they came in.
Well this was new, I hadn't yet prepared myself to have such an up close and personal interaction with her until possibly after class. I took a deep breath telling myself I was overthinking this as I began walking with the sea of students again. Since she had yet to notice me I took in her appearance and good lord was it magnificent.Her hair was down in light waves, with minimal makeup as her body was accompanied by a black blouse, skinny jeans and heels that made her look rather intimidating.
Is it hot in here?
Her eyes looked passed the student in front of me as I got closer towards the entrance where she finally recognized my presence. Her blue eyes danced across my face seeming pleased to see me as a smile crossed her features. "Ms Summers good to see you in class again." Her figure towered over me as I felt her gaze glowering down at me.
"Yeah." I gave her a small glance before walking to my seat instantly scolding my behaviour.
That was all I had to say to her? I barely even gave her a second glance and now she's probably thinking I'm giving her the cold shoulder for whatever reason.
I grumbled nonsense to myself before taking my usual seat noticing Justin, by no surprise he was asleep but I was happy to see him again.
I really missed that guy.
"As you all know next week is our midterms. Today we'll be covering Chapters 10-12, so please keep up in the readings as it will be easier to understand the material I'm gonna be talking about in class."
YOU ARE READING
Don't Deserve You (GxG)
Storie d'amoreBlake Summers a nineteen year old student beginning a new chapter of her life at NYU. Blake came from a rough childhood having to deal with everything on her own from quite a young age. She liked to have fun, study hard and be miss independent 100 p...