If Mr. Marco could have it any other way, he'd take it, but unfortunately he made the mistake if marrying Page Turner, the literary genius. The marriage was boring, of course it was boring, a comic illustrator who teaches English and writing and reading strategies, married to a woman who occasionally draws, and actively reads, it had to be boring what else would it be? You'd thing she would encourage his creativity, especially with it meaning she would get to read and draw as well, but no, she found it dull. As did he. That was the problem, when Marco had married Turner, he had expected a glorious adventure to last through their marriage, but no.
Instead, she criticized him while she did the same thing, found an interest in any story but his, and over all was just, well, dull. With how adventurous she seems to be, you'd expect her to be rather adventurous in the bedroom, but no, yet another boring thing about the boring marriage. He needed something new, he craved it, and with a craving comes a satisfaction, in one form or another, and he had just found his satisfaction, caught the prey he had been hunting. Finally....
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To say Mr. Marco was shocked when a student had been blatantly hitting in him was an understatement. To say he was stunned, suited the situation better, however still wasn't the best in terms if description. By her looks, she was stunning, (h/c) hair that matched her skin tone perfectly, an astrordinary paring that could lead shivers down a spine, the body of a model it was beautiful. Just by looks and looks alone, a man or woman alike would easily fall to their knees and worship, and that's exactly what Mr. Marco wanted to do, but not now.
He spoke in a smooth, composed manner, obviously by the time he had reached sixth period he would know what he was doing, and have practically every like perfectly memorized, and that led the girl to a sense of- comfort almost, and even as he stuttered when coming to certain parts of his lecture, the parts he had trouble explaining or was given many questions, resulting in a lack if rehearsal, she felt like she could melt into his voice.
No other student thought this, at least not to (y/n)'s knowing, and she was able to play it off as if someone else had really had a crush on him, and she hoped to keep it that way. She slyly flirted, keeping it under the radar with students, but clear to her teacher, and she was note than glad to keep it that way, she wouldn't change that if it was preventable, and at the moment it was. She could see her own reflection in his glasses, covered in a shroud of the darkest green she could identify, and her eyes would always meet his, and his eyes were always the first to look away, a fault in his body behaviors, and a tell sign for her.
If she wanted him, then she would have to try a little more than she believed she would, and that was becoming more and Kore obvious as the time she spent in his class over the first quarter went by, quickly, too quick for her own liking. She tried her best to impress him, staying silent for the most part, except for the flirting, she kept her grade above a B to the best of her own ability, wrote notes faster than anybody else, studied before tests and usually aced them, and made it a point not to socialize much in his class. When other kids acted out she stayed silent, sometimes merely raided an eyebrow and scoffed at their actions, just to seem a little bit more mature.
She was always his best student, she hoped that and he knee that, but the flirting had to stop, it seemed like she could never take her eyes off of him, and he wasn't sure if she was just observing, or memorizing. His wife was a little like that when they first got married, but after the first year, he became miserable, her constant seemingly hatred towards him was wearing him down, to the point that a year ago he genuinely couldn't take it. He had grabbed a fee bottled of pills, and failed. He was used to being a failure by that point, he hadn't written a note, and went to sleep as usual, his wife never found out, and didn't need to. But, he would always remember the sensation that went through his body, one that he almost craved, one of pain, a numb kind of pain.
There, of course, was a reason that he never got involved much in dating, in middle school he had learned that the same reasons you fell in love with somebody could be he downfall of all of it, he had learned love was a hard to earn and receive being, a god that was tantalizing, and he merely had infatuations, they never lasted more than a year. That was the year he discovered true pain, la douleur exquise, the excruciating and heart wrenching pain of loving somebody and knowing you'll never be lived back, that was pain. And from then in he craved it, to be marked from the heavens as a spawn of rejection, of suffering and guilt, to be known as the very person to cause joy and sadness, love and anger, infatuation and hatred, that's when he learned.
To disguise himself as the master, the most important pawn in the game, he did what he had to, he found a passion outside of pain, one that led to marrying a boring wife, an Clive a boring life. And that was his biggest regret. To try and change, disguise himself among others, and to free himself, once and for all, and for a student no less, would be the true pain of existence. As once, always, she would be claimed ad his, and his hers, if he could keep her.
