A/N: Cairo x Reader
PART 5! Bamm!
Let's gurrrrrr
HERE WE GO!
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Cairo's POV:
I sit there, patiently, wishing it was her in front of me. Desperate for her eyes to linger, desperate for her eyes to show her care for me. Desperate for her to just fuckin' look at me, even if it's just for a split second. I wait. I wait and wait and wait for this class to be done so that her eyes can meet mines. So that I can feel some sort've pleasure release in the case where she helps me. Especially since I'm on the very edge of a rocky hill where the outcome isn't dying in pain, but dying of pleasure.
Her fingers felt so nice against me and it's torture to think about how she's standing and teaching the class with such grace, such beauty, such easy understanding compared to this boring bumfuck nobody who will forever think he made a difference which he hasn't. I want to watch her stand and walk around as if nothing had happened 10 minutes prior.
I want her to help me, the guide me, to want me as much as I want her. How can she do it?
"... And if the writer were to pick a more bold approach to the story, I believe we finally could've gotten a better arch with the main character as his story still felt unfinished by the end of the short story." Mr Frelander explains, boringly, standing still and glancing between the paper in his hands and the students in front of him with a blank, meaningless, cold stare that proves his sadness with his eyes only. I put my hand up, him looking at me. "Yes, Miss Sweet?
"Can you explain how his arch felt unfinished?" I ask, in surprise, resting my forearms on the desk. "I thought it went in quite a poetical circle." I add, hoping that someone can hear my opinion and agree with me.
"Um, well, do you wanna be a teacher?" He interrogates me, crossing his arms over his chest as he finally sits himself down and waits for my response.
"No, I'm just asking the teacher a question." I respond, brutally honest. He clenches his jaw and doesn't respond for a few moments and when he does, it's not in anyway related to what I've asked him. He's completely disregarded what I've asked and just decided to move on because he knows that I'm right, he knows that it was poetically full-circle even if the ending wasn't a good ending for the main character. It's ridiculous.
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I decide to ask to go to the toilet and when he allows me, I get up, leaving and heading to Y/n's classroom. I knock on the door, knowing she has a class.
"Come in." I hear her say, I open the door, peaking into the class. Everyone is writing something down and I notice Y/n's eyes light up.
"Can I talk to you outside for a second?" I ask her, a few people turning to look over at me. I notice Y/n exhale softly and nod, standing up. She walks over to me, more like a strut and takes her jacket off, hanging it up and stands by the door.
"Yes, Miss Sweet?"
"Outside." I repeat, she glances between my eyes and I plaster on my best smile for her. She sighs and turns to the class while I step out of sight for the rest of the classroom.
"Class, I will be back in a few minutes. Try to practice your lies of why you have your phone out." Y/n teases, a few people laughing as she steps outside and shuts the door behind herself, walking over toward me. "Is everything okay?" She asks me, tucking her hands into her pockets, a serious look on her face.
"Mr Frelander is a fucking bore." I complain, stepping closer to her and resting my left hand on my waist, playing with her tie. "I wish I could come back to your class." I add, glancing between her eyes as I make sure to have a pouty look on my face. She exhales softly, smiling.
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