For the past year, 18 year old Camille has been getting away with four hours of sleep, a nine hour school day and an eight hour work day overnight. That is until her three teachers and a mystery guy walk into her diner one night.
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As I sit grading papers whilst my class completes a test, my mind wanders to Camille.
The way her eyes shine when she talks to us about cheerleading or her cute little frowns when she works on a paper in class.
Her small nose wrinkles when she laughs.
That girl...
I'm too smitten.
The bell rings and my class files out, leaving the classroom empty for me to clear up from the day.
I stand up, loosening my tie and brushing down my grey suit pants before picking up the trash from the student desks. I shake my head when I see an immature phallic drawing on a scrap piece of paper on the back row, screwing it up in my hands and putting it in the trash.
I sit down at my desk again, checking my phone for any notifications to see one from Camille.
My darling: Are you busy?
I frown at my screen, instantly jumping to think something is wrong.
Me: Come to my classroom, Sweetheart.
I switch my phone off, keeping it close by so I can see if the screen lights up with a reply as I respond to some emails on my laptop.
After about five minutes, I hear small footsteps entering the room.
I look up to see Camille in her cheerleading uniform, her brown hair tied up in a slick ponytail. She smiles at me but it falters slightly, making me frown as I stand up from my chair and close the door.
"What's wrong, baby?" I ask her as soon as the door is shut, moving towards her. Her smile falls, sadness taking over her eyes.
"I can't see you guys as much anymore," she frowns, looking down at the floor as I reach her.
"Why?" I tilt her head up with my fingers under her chin, making her look me in the eyes. Her breathing becomes heavier at our close vicinity and I can't help but glance at her lips.
"I have to start work again," she slumps herself down at a desk on the front row and I lean against my desk directly in front of hers, "My dad has a good job now but he has regular appointments at therapy that interrupt with shifts so he can't cover our bills.... and my brothers are looking but they have trials for college coming up so."
I take a second to digest everything she's said and reach for my phone, typing a message to our separate guys chat for them to come here. When I turn back to her, she's wiping a tear from her eye, making me want to reach out for her.
"It'll be okay, little one," I try to comfort her, desperately waiting for the others to arrive. Within a few minutes, Luka bursts through the door, irrational on his face that immediately disappears when he sees Camille in her crying.
