Positive Correlation

Pilot

For 19 years she was always told how smart she was, thats why getting kicked out of her program and being forced to go into night school was a shame she just couldn't bear. She had always seen the night school students as slackers, and people who weren't capable of the same mental tasks that she thought she was. Now, she felt just as pathetic. It was 6:00pm on a Tuesday night, a half hour before her first General Psychology class would begin. General psychology... even the class name sounded so dumbed down. The teacher will probably be some old lady, with lipstick stains on her teeth, who speaks in only the driest of ways, she thought letting her artistic imagination pull her away from the real world.

After a few steps down a wide, dusty hallway, littered by fast-food wrappers and other students playing all kinds of music she didn't fancy, she finally arrived in class. She quickly spotted a seat by the window, on the left side of the classroom a few rows from the front. When she was settled, she looked around to find that she was the first one there. Watch only 10 other students show up, if that! She thought to herself as she opened her laptop to check the time. 6:15pm.

She had been a pessimist for practically as long as she could remember. Never had many friends, if any at all, and was often left alone to navigate her way through her own mind. Thats probably why many of the people she did meet saw her as a little bit unstable, to say the least. She closed her laptop and gazed out the window, overlooking the courtyard. It looked different at night, but she could just as clearly remember the sunny days underneath the gazebo, spent with old friends from last year. That all seemed like an eternity away now, just another distant reminder of what could have been if she hadn't been such a failure in all aspects of her life.

A couple of girls entered the classroom, laughing obnoxiously. She glanced at them, heavy makeup, pin straight hair, pushup bras and designer bags, so, basic. She didn't pay them much attention after that, and continued gazing out the window. She always hated those kinds of girls, or so thats what she wanted everyone else to think. Part of her had always envied that privileged, simple minded way of being, but as hard as she tried, she could never fit into a box like they did.

A few other students started to file in, one after the other, or sometimes in small groups of twos or threes. 6:25pm. Five minutes until class. One hour and a bit until she could go out for a smoke and three hours until she could go home. She still sat, gazing out the window, glancing over at the door once and a while.

Just as she was about to rest her eyes for the final five minutes of her freedom, she spotted a tall, lean man walk into the classroom. He looked to be in his early 30's, with blue eyes and brown, casually slicked back straight hair. In night school, there were people of all ages, so for the split second that she had assumed he was just another student, she considered making a move, maybe on break, after all, he was pretty good looking.

After that split second, when he walked up to the teachers podium and placed his things on the desk behind him, would be when her real fantasies would begin. She had always had a thing for older men, especially those in positions of authority and theres nothing she was drawn in by more than a potential student and teacher fling.

She was a bit of a rebel to say the least, and generally just got a buzz of excitement and determination when doing or thinking things society deems as wrong. Taking her course schedule out of her bag, she was quickly able to learn that his name was Valentin. She believed that was a Russian name but couldn't be sure.