uniform ↠ h.s ON HOLD

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idk why i really like this chapter hehe it's so mysterious.. also i'll also try to update saturdays bc i have time on my hands since i'm homeschooled so i figured why not?

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It was very obvious that my little incident bumping into that teacher had affected me in some type of way. I felt hot to the touch, my skin burning and my heart beating rapidly inside my ribcage.

I didn't like the fact that I felt so flustered. I should've felt bad that I'd done that, that I made him drop all his things. But I didn't, and it was a strange feeling not be sorry. It was almost like I didn't care, I was just glad that I'd bumped into him.

As I walked into my dorm, I shut the door behind me and walked over to my closet. I began to take off my formal uniform to get in some pyjamas, despite the fact it was only a little past 7, I didn't have anywhere else to be.

I didn't know how much longer the dinner lasted either, maybe students were aloud to just stay in the hall for however long they wanted? Which is probably what I should've done, that way there I wouldn't have bumped into that strangely attractive man.

I couldn't stop thinking about him, as I walked over to my bed and collapsed onto the small mattress, his green eyes filled of aggravation flashed before my eyes. His musky scent filled my nostrils continuously.

Even just his hair, the way it was long and spilled down the sides of his face. Everything about him kept replaying in my mind and it was sickening yet so beautiful. I wanted him to go away, because I felt bad for thinking he was any kind of attractive.

This wasn't why my father had sent me here and if he only knew I'd been thinking about the man who's name I didn't even know yet, he'd scold me for it. But no matter how hard I tried to erase him from my memory, change my thoughts, he always seemed to reappear.

"Hey," a voice shook me from my thoughts and I sat up from my bed, arms behind my back as I watched Diane enter the room and place her jacket on the hanger outside her closet door.

I smiled and greeted her as she walked over to her mirror and used a brush to comb out her tangled hair. "Did you enjoy dinner?" She asked me and I nodded.

"It's was good," she laughed before setting down her hair brush and walking over to her bed. Sitting down, she bent over to begin unbuckling her shoes. I stared at the way her long nimble fingers pulled at the velcro tie.

My mind kept thinking of the mans fingers, the way he harshly ripped the papers from me and told me to leave. "Diane..." I wondered and she looked up, pulling her shoe off and setting it aside.

"Yes?"

"Who's that man," I asked simply, my eyes fluttering shut softly as I remembered the structure of his face. His strong jawline and the way his eyebrows seemed to furrow deeply when he didn't get his way.

She giggled softly, standing up and walking over to her closet, shutting the door. "Which man?" I could hear the zip of her skirt being undone and slipped down her legs "There are many men here, Elizabeth."

I shrugged because I knew she was right but I had assumed she would know who I was speaking of. He seemed to be the youngest teacher here, probably in his late twenties and everybody else seemed to quiet down when he'd walked in.

"Yeah," I muttered to myself. "He's younger, I think."

Diane's closet door opened and she walked out in a pair of pyjamas as well. The same pair as me with small black anklet socks covering her toes. "What does he look like?" She inquired, her eyes squinted slightly in thought.