Knowing Me, Knowing You | (S/P)

Chapter 30- Part II

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Nathaniel

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I used to love rollercoasters when I was a kid. Whenever my parents took us to an amusement park, I'd fill my sister with loathing as I'd insist to ride rollercoasters multiple times. It was a thrill, I loved the excitement and the adrenaline. Right now, I feel like I was in the highest part of an endless drive and now my body is experimenting the falling action, with an imminent and abrupt halt that is causing me dizziness, as I look at Georgina standing at my door while Alexia is sprawled in my living room solving a jigsaw puzzle and eating cold pizza.

"It's Tuesday. We always have dinner on Tuesday." We don't. We used to, but we haven't since I started actively dating Alexia.

"Oh, right. We haven't done that in months." I stumble with my own words, holding the doorbell until my knuckles turn white. My other hand touches the wall, creating a kind of barrier.

I can't let her come in.

I would have to explain to Alexia why she is here and how exactly we're —were— involved.

"Aren't you letting me in?" Being Georgina, she doesn't wait for an answer and instead pushes her way through inside the apartment.

I squeeze my eyes shut and take a big intake of air, getting ready for the shitstorm that is positively, most likely, coming my way.

When I finally gather the courage to turn around, I spot Alexia standing up in the middle of the living room, her eyes darting between Georgina and her high heels clicking on the floor and me.

"I'm not alone, Georgina." She is, needless to say, realized this by now as the two of women stand quietly in their place, looking at each other.

Georgina glance over her shoulder at me, a dry and questioning smile playing on her face.

What does she expect me to say? 'This is my student which, by the way, I've been sleeping with for months? Also, I don't owe you an explanation so can you please leave?'

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Alexia." Alex, thanks to all the heavens, senses my lack of communicative skills due to an obvious state of panic and steps in for me, offering her hand to Georgina.

"Georgina." She greets Alex dryly. There's an awkward moment of silence as neither of us says anything, but Alex, I might add, is sending daggers towards my direction. "Who are you, exactly?"

"She is my TA." Alexia's eyes drop the floor. Georgina eyes suspiciously the half-eaten pizza and the puzzle we were previously solving, letting me know she's not buying it. "I had a lot of papers and exams to grade considering the time of the year; Alexia gently agreed to work over-hours."

"Oh."

I am fucked.

I, Nathaniel Rowlins, am fucked. I sense it in the way Georgina's shoulder square up, in how Alexia refuses to meet my eyes.

"Professor, I should go now. Considering that you have company." Alexia grabs her phone from the coffee table, attempting to walk out.

"No!" I mentally slap myself at the abruptness of my reaction. You don't have to go, she does. "We still have a lot to cover, I'd appreciate if you stayed."

"Come on, Nate," Georgina inches closer to me, her hand closing around my forearm. "It's late, let the poor girl go."

I want to vomit.