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Hot chocolate and pink hippos

These are my words. They do not belong to anyone else but me. Do not steal them.
I mean are we 11?
Hi, I'm nervous guys. And also really bad at grammar, if there's a teacher in the house say hey! Anyways. This is a first time go. Working on a few other but this is the one.
Hey so I feel like this is to short for a chapter and it's lacking something. Honestly I didn't think anyone would read it yet so thank you! Please follow anyways I need some input. Should I make this like supernatural? Or something of that sort not like animals but some kind of gift or power? Help me out? Be my friends guys. Also if you want me to read your story let me know!! I reply back! Lots of love
1.
"Hi my name is____, and I am a nymphomaniac.
There I said it not so bad.
They say the first way of solving a problem is admitting there is one or something like that. I didn't say my name but that's a start, right? I can at least semi admit my small problem not my big one. Not the one my family has hidden from me. That's all for now friends.
Looking over messages in my phone I reply to some simple text, ignore any from my repulsive ex, and regard myself in the mirror. Rubbing my face I frown at my reflection fix my hair into a messy bun smiling because not many adults do that; children yes, not the latter.
You are basically a child
There she is,my 'inner voice', or as others like to call your conscious. Well mine is a bitch!
Finishing my morning routine and smoothing down the front of my fitted button up top then straightening my clip on yellow bow tie with white polka dots. Because who can bother tying one for four times out of their week? Not I.
I walk out my spacious house down a few blocks into to the main plaza.
Ready or not world here I come! Mentally chanting as I make way through the hoards of fellow humans the busy life takes a hold of me, I smell bacon and syrup, even smoking meat from the local 'BBQ joint' my mouth is watering. It takes about 15 minutes to walk 10 blocks to work with 5'2legs (really 5'2" and a 1/2 but let's keep that between us) that's not to bad. I'm use to it.
I look around at all the wonder possibilities walking to my one dead end job at cafe blue. I have had this job for years, strictly for use to hook up by either customers or band members from the many aspiring artist, and groups. No judging, I do repeat I am a nymphomaniac. It keeps my dating life separate.
What about the other life hmm
Shut up! Oh did I mention my inner voice has a Russian accent and it's not a real one, just my voice trying to be.
Anywho.
I don't need that around my school or real job, besides with all this on my plate having a true meaningful relationship is near impossible not to mention I'll hump anyone attractive that is interested in slightly awkward curly haired me.
"Hey girl"
Snapping out of my thoughts I look to see my gallantly gay best friend setting up shop.
" Mario my love how is your morning ? "I smile and wink at him washing my hands and signing in on the time sheet.
"So much better now that my beautiful partner in crime is here."
I look around to see what else needs to be done. "You are a flirt and a flatter Mario and your mother will even say." I scoff at him for rolling his eyes. We have a coffee and scones for opening. It's slow and Mario is the owner so we do what we want.
"So tell me something juicy it's been three days and nothing has happened." We have yet to take about all of last week.
Sighing he turns to me his long lashes hooding his light blue eyes. " hermosa, there is nothing, no billionaire bachelors, small time actors about to be big or anything around, and believe me I made sure to look for us! Nye single, straight, gay or in between in a 50 mile radius"
Chuckling at his confession while simultaneously turning on the open sign I give him my signature smile (silently signaling I have a plan) Mario returns with a wink as he walks to open the door, he really does have a nice bum. Thank goodness he is gay. The bells on the door jingle reveling the first customer.
It's a man, giving him a quick once over.
tall ✔️
handsome ✔️
smile✔️
ring on finger.
Mental sigh. ❌
At least you have some morals. Tsk.
I smile as he reaches the counter. "Good morning what can I get for you"
He smiles giving me a intense raking over, I mean you could just feel him undressing me with his eyes! ew creep level five. After some time of that and glancing at the menu he speaks "I'll take a chai latte 16 oz" he replies cooly. Well flipping finally holding up the line, some people!
I ask him his name making a point to glance at his ring. I write Mr. Patrik name wrong on the cup on purpose, take that! He hands me a 5 and in return I give him his change counting it back. I walk to other side of store giving the order Mario.
""Did you see the level five C? Not even shy about it" I half whispered
"Sì, could feel the creep vibes with my back to it" he whispers back. "Chai latte" Patrick makes his way over frowning at the name on his cup.
Giggling I move on to the next customer. It continues on like this for two hours, and then we switch off I make the drinks he takes the orders. We chit chat with each other and the customers and My favorite part; making the shapes in the lattes.
No one of interest came in today, not even the women are giving off any sexual frustration vibes. I blame Monday and Dutch bros that nasty place and their sleazy cheap staff. That coffee is burnt the ingredients cheap and not light on the colon either. And I swear not being bias!
The morning slowly drags on.
After a 5 hour shift I head home to change. Ditching my coffee cladded pants and long sleeve top I venture into the walk in closet and I simply adore it.
Walking further into my walk-in closet, in all my 'naked glory' as my late Nini use to call it, I ponder if it's fall fashionista or elegant chic today. Making up my mind in a haste I grab a sheer tunic long sleeve nude bra and thong putting them on in front of the full length mirror. Hearing the oh so familiar chime, and answering the phone I press it to my ear.
" Hello?"
"Hey what are you doing, wait, don't tell me!"
"Fyra you know I don't have time for this, I told you last night I have class." Teasing . "You need to lay off the pot, well at least slow down" I add in for good measure.
" Oh haha, I actually do remember. What I forgot to mention last night, Miss Rude is Draco wants to host a dinner party, and of course his pretentious girlfriend wants to have tea time to discuss it all. I don't like her!" She whined
"You don't like her for one reason only. She has the vanilla to your sweet caramel mix" with out pausing I put on dark gray leggings. " when is this said tea time and date?"
" Draco will send it out via group message tonight after work he is checking to see everyone's work schedules and such, also he wants us to bring dates for the dinner party" she half laughed at this. Pitiful performance that was,I know she is bothered by the fact he won't mind seeing her with someone else.
"Bring someone to make him jealous and we will find the perfect cocktail dresses. I have to go now darling love you. Kiss Lora for me." She agreed and hung up. Thinking of my god daughter for a moment I smiled while sliding into a leather jacket, looking myself over fixing my hair. Now for the finally piece my beloved combat boots!
After admiring myself in the mirror I head out the door. Leaving with plenty of time to beat traffic and have ample time to prepare for class.I hop on my bike putting on my helmet. Remind me again while I'm always fixing my hair? Winding my way through traffic I arrive to campus Parking my bike and locking the helmet away, I make way to class back pack slung.
Walking and thinking was never a strong suit of mine and with my luck was not my side today because next think you know I turn the corner into someone hard, someone that felt like the most comfortable place in the world when his arms wrapped around me to keep me from falling. Woah is me my faint heart this man smells intoxicating. I couldn't see him all to well with a beanie and glasses covering his face, but what I could see my temptress wants to come out and play with
Keep it in your pants Siren
"Are you alright Miss?"
Staring dazed into this mans coat I simply gulped nodding my head trying to collect all the miniature thoughts going on up stairs. This is not the place for these thoughts
Control yourself women
"Alright. I'll be seeing, you be careful." this stranger gave me a lopsided grin before we parted ways. I'm still shocked by as all the billions of tingles and butterflies in nano seconds just because a simple stranger kind of gave a non sexual hug, it wasn't even intentional for fox sake! I am starting to sound like an asshat.
You are an asshat obviously.
Walking into the "anything" arts hall this is my second home; the art studio, and releasing a confused sigh I get ready for class. Today is beginners pottery 101, my new assistant when ever he arrive will go over getting familiar with different clays. I'm overly excited to say the least first day of fall semester shall be brilliant. With two hours to kill I start my class day glazing forgotten project from spring submersing myself into the different colors and textures. Working one the last one for my morning; a little hippo dipping it in first grape, then ballerina pink I set it aside.
Going over to the two identical red coffee makers I start getting the hot water ready for tea and coco and the other for it's real purpose coffee, setting out assortment of biscuits and cookies. All we need now is some sweet music and it will be perfected. A knock on the door gets my attention and I hurry to open it and the first thing I see is him; a show casing a lopsided grin that cannot be mistaken as no other than the man I ran into earlier.
"When you said you would be seeing me I didn't realize you meant so soon." Stating as I let him into the room and turning towards him "You must be my new assistant."
" Yes I am looking for my T.A. job Miss. Siren. This is the right class, or are their two poetry classes?"
The way he worded that sentence got my heart racing (go ahead reread it). Oh goodness help me! This is my assistant?! My ovaries are crying right now.
Calm down women you sound as worse as your mother.
I mentally cringe. My inner voice is a bitch.
"No, no this is the only one, I am Miss. Siren, and you are?" I asked extending my hand for a shake, smile plastered on. I hope I don't look as I assume, like an asshat.
"What a pleasure to be working with you Miss Siren, I am Acrux but every one calls me Crux." He is still standing unnervingly close to me hovering my small frame.
Mental note: You need to take more defense classes.✔️
" You're an hour early Acrux, is there something you needed?" I hope I didn't sound rude but no one picks poetry and art TA to be an overachiever.
"Oh I know, I am always early. It's a habit really." Crux smiles at me, and I find it infectious smiling right back.
Way to go pantywaist!
"Alright let's get started then, have you worked with clay before?"
"In middle school, but that was a long time ago."
He looks at me, the beanie and glasses still obscuring his face. I wish he would take them off..
"Okay we can work with that, I'm going to turn on one of the kennels so we can start with that." Walking towards the back area I don't wait to see if he's following because I know he is I can feel is presences behind me.
This room was small really only meant for one person, he's so close I can smell him he smells just as delicious as before. I shut my senses off and go into the motor skills forever etched inside.
"First you want to make sure it's empty. That way nothing already done blows up or cracks." I open the top showing the open middle and small shelves on the side for smaller piece set up from last burn." All these pieces can be moved and set up and moved how ever you may need it to be."
"Seems simple enough, so I put them in how they need to be, guessing I shut the lid and then.."
"Then you press which temp you need, if it's glazed or not, these are glazed and turn it on." I smile at him and gesture for him to make his way out of the small space. " I've already set everything up for the class and next class is art so now we can do which ever." Leading him over to the clay I pull some out and go to the cubby wall.
"These are amazing, each one it's own style and finesse." He leans forward examining the art work inside the cubby holes. I explained that the advanced class does the walls outside and the newbies get the cubby holes to paint.
"Each pottery student will pick from a pro-folio and choose which student they want to paint theirs or they can paint them themselves."
Just then the door opened, my first student coming in to escape the cold.
A young girl with thin mousy brown hair and light brown eyes, her nose ears and cheeks are cold. She looks slightly familiar.
"Hello Miss. Siren, I am Vela."
She didn't offer her hand like I would expect from someone unfamiliar. I did not like contact if it's not needed or avoidable. " My brother Pavo was in your class 4 years ago, he told me all about you and your amazing class."
"I remember Pavo well "He is now one of my play things when I head or that side of the state, but I didn't add that. "It's nice to meet you Vela please find a seat and a cubby hole put your things in there for now."
Slowly the class started filling up time ticking away getting close to starting time. I take my seat in front of the class waiting for everyone to find their way in. Not everyone finds it the first time, a large garden hides the side building entrance from the main area.
"Welcome everyone to pottery 101, this year things will be different, but since everyone is new besides me, I'm the only one that has to get use to it. Today we will go over our seating and cubby wholes. Pick which ever one you like, but it can be changed. I'll go over it more in two weeks on that. Once everyone is sitting down again we will go over introductions."