𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

16│IT'S IN HIS KISS ( THAT'S WHERE IT IS )

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ɪᴛ's ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴋɪss 
( ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs )꒱


❝ DOES HE LOVE ME I WANT
TO KNOW / HOW CAN I TELL
IF HE LOVES ME SO? ❞

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Somehow, every single class in the following days had some kind of pointed lesson about the Maya-Riley-Lucas debacle. History? That one was pretty obvious due to who their teacher was. Science? They were studying the changes between states of matter, which were represented by deltas. Geography? Their current unit was the Bermuda Triangle. Math? Actual triangles. English? Sense and Sensibility. That was the class they were currently in and, much to Riley and Maya's dismay, Harper had written Jane Austen: Does Love Make Sense? on the board.

The Hart pointed at the words in alarm, chanting, "no, no, no, no, no, no, no," loud enough for everyone to hear.

Harper began to walk around the class, holding the book in her hand for all of them to see. "Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility focused on the multiple loves of two young women."

"Well, would you look at that?" Riley breathed out, sitting tensely next to her best friend.

"Miss Austen felt there were two approaches to love," their teacher continued. "Sense meaning what?"

"Good, intelligent judgment," Farkle offered.

"And sensibility?"

Lucas glanced up from studying the book's cover where it sat in the corner of his desk. "When feeling is getting in the way of that."

"So, what you think you should feel versus what you feel," Harper explained.

"You. . . you know what's a good book?" Maya spoke up, her voice wavering with uncharacteristic tentativeness. "Hop on Pop."

"Come on, Maya," her teacher encouraged her. "What's not to love about figuring out love?"

The blonde twisted around to meet Miya's gaze from where the Asian girl sat behind Farkle. "Help me!"

Miya shook her head apologetically. "This is something you have to figure out for yourself, Maya." Then, she addressed the older woman: "I saw the movie of this."

She shrank in her desk as everyone turned to look at her as they asked in unison: "why?"

Miya felt her face warm, regretting ever sharing anything. "Because I'm Dyslexic," she mumbled, "and watching the movie is easier than reading the book."

"Ohh," the class responded and, although she received a few sneers from Sarah and her friends, most of the other students went back to paying attention to their teacher.

"Did you learn anything from the movie, Miya?" Harper inquired.

"I. . . noticed that in order for a relationship to work, you need sense and sensibility," she shared quietly, glad that Harper wasn't the kind of teacher that quipped 'what?' when students spoke more softly than normal.

"Why?" Lucas wondered loudly, then glanced around at the other students as he realized he'd spoken alone. "Where was everybody?"

Harper smiled approvingly. "Oh, you noticed that, did ya? Miss Austen teaches us that romance comes with conflict. Two young women with different ideas about what love is. One hid her true feelings to protect others. She thought this made sense. The other had more feelings than she knew what to do with. She was overwhelmed by sensibility."