Funny How Love Is (Maylor AU)

Chapter 71

Roger gasped and slammed himself up against the wall beside the door, the cigarette he had between his lips tumbling to the ground and fizzling out in the small puddle created by the water fountain beside him. He held his breath, his heart pounding against his chest, and prayed Chrissie would forget she ever saw him, or at least choose to ignore it. Though it didn't seem like it, Chrissie wasn't what the blonde was most worried about—it was the possibility that Timothée had seen him too, violating the headmistress's demand and jeopardizing any future he had at the university and with Brian.

He closed his eyes, the dreadful click of shoes ringing in his ears. It wasn't until a hand fell down on his shoulder that he took a breath, his vision coming back to him as his eyes followed up the arm the hand was attached to, landing on Debbie's smirking face.

"Hey there," the provocative student purred, leaning her body into the music instructor and bringing her lips closer to his ear to whisper, "I noticed you haven't come to see me yet. I hope it's not because you lost the list I gave you."

Roger huffed, turning his head back over his shoulder and responding as quietly as he could've, "Now's not a really good time, Debbie. Maybe later."

"Are you sure?" she asked, the hand she had resting on his shoulder trailing down the length of his arm to his waist, "Because you've been walking these halls for at least twenty minutes, and I haven't got class until three, so if you asked me..." her fingers trickled down the front of his pants, cupping the growing bulge contained within them, "...there's no better time than now, and I know just the place for us." She gave him a slight squeeze, eliciting a nervous chuckle from the blonde.

"Y-You know, I...I'm kind of in the middle of something right now," he stammered, gently plucking her hand away from him, "So, if you could—"

"What, are you shagging the headmistress too?" the student scoffed, offended by the idea that he wanted some old hag over her.

"What?" Roger asked in disbelief, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion, "No. No! I'm not—" His voice tapered off, his attention returning to the office, where things became eerily silent. He leaned forward a bit—Debbie moving with him—as he tried to see if Chrissie had caught him. The blonde's eyes widened as they met Timothée's instead, the husband's hand pressed against the window. "Shit!" Roger shouted under his breath, grabbing the student by the hand and going to drag her down the hallway with him when that unfortunately familiar deep voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Roger?"

The music instructor's eyes squeezed shut, his lips pressed together as he gained the courage to turn around and face the man who put him in this position. "Timothée," he greeted, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, "W-What are you doing here?"

Chrissie's husband only stared at Roger, practically stripping the blonde with his lusty eyes as he tucked his bottom lip under his front teeth. Debbie raised a suspicious eyebrow, her gaze shifting rapidly between the two. Timothée noticed this and snapped out of the daze he'd fallen into, adjusting his suit jacket and muttering, "You...You look good."

Roger's cheeks burned a bright shade of red, knowing that anything he'd say would only worsen the situation.

The lingering student, on the other hand, blurted out, "Wait, do you two—"

"Know each other?" Chrissie finished the girl's sentence, stepping out of her office with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face, "Yeah, they're good friends who I thought parted ways after a little predicament they had."

"That doesn't mean we can't be cordial with him, dear," Timothée sneered, slinging his arm around his wife's shoulders and pulling her close, a forced grin curling his lips upward. "After all, it's only polite."