This is an alternate reality scrubs story. Robin and Patrick are high school teachers. Robin is not HIV positive. The rest will be revealed soon.
Chapter One:
Beep Beep Beep; the alarm pierced the quiet and Robin reached over to shut it off? Groaning, she turned over onto her back and sighed. Another sleepless night, what the hell is wrong with me? She thought as she slowly blinked and woke up. Something was keeping her up at night, a dream of some sort, but what was it? What did it mean? What was she trying to remember? She stretched and asked herself the same question she had asked herself over and over again.
Heading into the bathroom to get ready for work, she took a shower and thought about how many times there had been that same dream. It's not like she was clairvoyant or anything, she thought, but there had to be a reason for this. Putting on her bathrobe, she walked over to the mirror to look at herself. Great, she thought, I look like I'm sick. She had bags under her eyes and her skin was so pale. Ugh, she thought, forget teaching how about I just scare the kids with my morning face, she laughed to herself as she brushed her teeth. She was distracted when her cell phone went off. Looking at the caller ID, she saw it was Elizabeth. She sighed, what could possibly be wrong at 6 in the morning? "Good morning sunshine!" she said with a cheery voice.
"Robin, you need to help me out, can you pick me up? My fricking car won't start." Elizabeth said with an exasperated voice. Elizabeth worked with Robin at South high school. Robin taught English and Elizabeth taught Science. They had been best friends since before Robin could remember; there it was again, remembering…she remembered how things used to be. That's how the dream always ended. Suddenly, a flood of memories came. She remembered how she used to hope things would be different and that her life would be exciting- just like in the novels she was now teaching in school. "Robin, get your head out of the clouds," mom would tell me. "Stop living in a dream world." She stood in the bathroom and became lost in the memory. She remembered hating the mundane world and all it offered. She had wanted excitement and romance and thrilling adventure. She wanted to be someone everyone else knew and respected. She wanted to be a superstar- okay, maybe not a superstar, but she wanted to be different and unique and special, well, at least to some people. She was so naïve back then.
"Robin, Robin? What are you doing? Are you there? Are you okay?" Snapping back to reality, Robin heard Elizabeth screaming into the phone.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I just spaced out a little. Of course I'll pick you up. But what about Brad?" Brad was Elizabeth's husband, and Robin figured he would help out.
"Brad has to go in later and didn't want to get up and take me now." Elizabeth said.
"Lizzie, is everything okay with you guys?" she began to question her.
"Robin, please, I don't want to get into it. Can you just pick me up?" Elizabeth said.
"Of course, be there in 15." Robin said and hung up.
Robin got dressed in her usual black pants and button down shirt. She finished drying her waist length dark hair and looked at herself in the mirror. I have a nice figure, she thought, more curves than I would have liked, but I was okay. She spoke aloud as if she needed to convince herself. Robin had never really been noticeable, and she sort of accepted her role in society. She was meant to be the fun girl, not the sexy vixen who stole hearts two at a time. So much for being someone special, she laughed. She put her long hair in a twist, careful not to make a bun. Smiling, she thought, "I never wanted to be "that" teacher." She fed "Toots", her cat, and picked up the piles of grading she had brought home the night before. Having done none of it, she laughed as she gathered everything. She was the same kind of teacher as she was student, never doing things until the last minute. Getting in the car and heading over to Elizabeth's, she frowned as she thought about Brad. They were always bending over backwards for each other. She hoped it was nothing serious. Pulling up to her house and honking, Elizabeth came down the drive, carrying a small bag. She opened the door and plopped in with a sigh.
"Thank you so much! I was totally freaking out." Elizabeth said as she put on her seatbelt. "You look so cute today," she said. I turned to look at her incredulously when I saw her smile.
"That was low," I said referring to the "cute" reference. It was a bad old joke between us. We headed toward school and made the usual stop; turning the car into the local coffee drive thru. "What do you want?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Large hazelnut double cream and sugar," she said with a smile.
"How'd I know that," I laughed. Her drink had been the same since we were 15. I ordered and we made our way to school, drinks in hand. "So, how did it go last night?" I asked her, knowing she had planned a special evening for Brad.
"It wasn't really anything. Brad got home too late and then he was mad that I didn't tape his favorite show. We argued and he just went to bed." Elizabeth saw Robin's worried look. "It's fine, really. You need to stop worrying about me so much. Everyone goes through rough spots in their marriage. One day you will see." She said.
I hated that, "One day you will see," like after I got married I would suddenly understand all issues between couples. I decided not to push it. "Okay, I hope things get better. You know I'm always here for you." I smiled at her.
I was setting up for my morning class when a few students came into my room. I overheard them talking about the new social studies teacher who was starting today. I had completely forgotten about that. I knew I should go to the lounge and be cordial, but I just wasn't in the mood. I would see him later. The only thing I knew about him was that he was 30 and his name was Patrick. I made a mental note to be a good colleague later.
"Good morning ladies," I said to my students as I walked by their desks.
"Hi Ms. Scorpio." They said in unison. They went back to discussing the new teacher.
"He is so cute, I wonder if he is single," One of them said. I smiled as I began writing vocabulary words on the board. It was always interesting teaching high schooler's. I wondered what kinds of conversations I would overhear if I taught first grade. I heard my door open and saw Elizabeth come in. She smiled at me and motioned for me to come to the door.
"Did you see the new guy?" She asked.
"You are as bad as the students," I said and smiled. "No, I have been stuck in my room."
"Robin, you live in this room. You need to go out and mingle. You are never going to meet a nice man stuck in your classroom with hormonal teenagers all the time. Now, come with me and be cordial." Elizabeth took my arm and led me to the lounge.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming, you're hurting me," I said with a smile.
Elizabeth stopped outside the lounge and smoothed her skirt down. She straitened her hair. "Um, did you forget that you're married?" I laughed at her.
"Doesn't mean I can't make a great first impression. Fix yourself up." She looked at me.
"What's that supposed to mean? I am as fixed as I am going to get. This is ridiculous." I said as I turned to leave.
"Not so fast," Elizabeth said as she led me into the lounge. There was a small group of teachers sitting around talking with Patrick. I stayed back and looked at a copy of the school news. I hated being around some of these people. I didn't know why, but I just didn't feel comfortable. Elizabeth made her way right to the center of the group, as she usually did. I smiled at her. She was such a flirt. I couldn't really get a good look at Patrick, as he was being hidden behind a bunch of people. I poured myself some more coffee and sipped, watching the drama.
"So, Robin, how was your weekend?" a male voice asked from behind me.
"Oh, hi Tony; It was nice, thanks." I smiled. Tony was a nice enough guy. He taught special education and was constantly hitting on me. He was harmless, but still annoying at times. I inched away from him a bit. Come on Elizabeth, let's go, I silently spoke to her.
"So, Robin, I was thinking," Tony began. "There is this great conference coming up on borderline personality disorders and I know it is more my thing than yours, but I wondered if you might be interested in joining me?"
Oh my god, could this get any more awkward? I silently cursed Elizabeth. "I am not sure, Tony. I have a few huge projects coming up in my classes and it would be really hard to miss school right now. I appreciate you thinking of me, though." I said and smiled. The bell rang and I said a silent thank you for the interruption. I caught Elizabeth's attention and motioned for us to go. She nodded and finally made her way over.
"You are so in trouble," I grumbled to her as we walked back towards the classrooms.
"What's wrong? Why didn't you come over and meet Patrick? He is amazingly handsome," Elizabeth said.
"Because I was too busy being smothered by Tony, again," I hissed.
Elizabeth laughed, "Oh, Robin, I'm sorry. You know he likes you, just go out with him already,"
"I will do no such thing. I am not interested in him. He is a nice man, but he is not my type. He has no personal space respect. He is all like "Hey Robin," I said getting all in Elizabeth's face.
She laughed. "You are going to be single forever."
"No, I just refuse to settle." I said as we reached my room. "I'll see you at lunch," I said as she made her way to her own classroom.
"Thanks so much for showing me around," Patrick said to Jodi, a teacher in his department. Her perfume had been making his stomach turn and he was trying to politely extricate himself from her clutches. "I think I am just going to go to my room and get ready. I don't have a class until next period, and I need to do a few more things." Patrick said politely as they got to his hallway.
"Okay, but anything you need, just ask." Jodi cooed and walked away
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Patrick made his way to his classroom, dodging the blocks of kids walking in the hall. He smiled at the stares he got; those were usual for him. He knew he was handsome, but he was really nervous. He had been teaching for a few years, but any time you start a new job teaching at a new school, it is nerve wracking. He walked into his room and sat at his desk. He looked around at all of the empty desks and smiled. He was excited to be here. He was also excited to meet the woman he had seen earlier. The one who didn't come over to say hello; the one who stood politely trying to brush off the guy hitting on her; the only one he felt was worth getting to know. He grinned to himself, unable to get her out of his mind.
Chapter 2:
"Could this job get any crazier?" I asked Elizabeth as we sat down in the teacher's lounge to eat lunch. "I mean, how is it that I am supposed to write a million letters of recommendation, grade tests and write a new curriculum, all by Friday?" I took a bite of my salad.
"I hear you, that's why I teach science. We do an experiment, it's over, and we move on. No papers that aren't lab reports." Elizabeth said and chewed her sandwich. "I did have a kid almost light himself on fire during 3rd hour, but that was my only excitement." She shrugged. Suddenly Elizabeth nudged me. "There he is," She said pointing to Patrick who was walking into the room with his lunch.
"Hey Patrick, come join us," Elizabeth sang out.
"Liz, stop it," I hissed, not wanting to meet the new teacher. I was so not in the mood for this. Patrick came to the table and smiled. It was the first time I got a look at him and I had to agree, he was hot. He must have been at least 6 feet tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. He had the most amazing dimples, which he flashed when he smiled at us. "Hi, I'm Patrick, I don't believe we've met?" He extended his hand to me.
"I'm Robin, nice to meet you," I shook his hand. My breath caught in my throat as I touched his hand. It lasted only a second, but I felt weird, almost faint. What am I, 13? I thought to myself. I looked down at my salad; suddenly I had lost my appetite.
"It's nice to meet you, Robin." He said flashing his dimples. Elizabeth cleared her throat. "So, how was your first morning?" She asked, breaking the silence.
"Well," Patrick began just as Jodi burst in the room. "There you are, I was looking for you to eat lunch with me. Oh, Hi Elizabeth and Robin," She said with a sneer.
"Hi Jodi, why don't you join us?" Elizabeth said with a sickeningly sweet smile.
There was no love lost between Elizabeth and Jodi. I couldn't stand her, either.
"Yah, that's not going to happen, so are we going or not?" She asked Patrick.
"Um, well, I just," Patrick said, amused at the exchange but unsure of what to say.
"You know what? Just go ahead and join Jodi, We were done anyway," I said to ease his discomfort.
He seemed reluctant to go, but Jodi smiled at him and stood in front of me.
"Come on, I want to introduce you to some other people." She said and Patrick followed her.
"What a bitch, how are you so nice to her?" Elizabeth asked me.
"I felt badly for him, he looked really uncomfortable." I said, still thinking about his touch.
"He looked uncomfortable because he didn't want to go with that skank." She said. I laughed. "Come on, I need to go copy some handouts." I said and we left.
Patrick watched her leave. He had the strangest feeling about her. He had felt this connection when he touched her hand, he couldn't explain it, but he wanted to talk to her some more and soon.
I pulled my car into my garage the sighed. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. I had to grade my papers before Tomorrow and I just wanted to take a shower and go to bed. Oh well, I said to myself. Sleep would have to wait, papers were my priority. I took my bag and walked into my house, turning the lights on. "Hi Toots" I called out to my kitty. She came bounding into the foyer of my apartment and nuzzled my legs. "Hey, pumpkin, how was your day?" I scratched her ears and she purred. "Let's go change into something more comfy so I can get to work." I said and walked to my bedroom. I heard my cell go off and looked down to answer it. "Hi grams," I said. I smiled. I was definitely a gramma's girl, and I spoke to my grandma a couple times a day. She still called me after school as if I was still a student. I pretended to be annoyed, but I loved it, and I loved her. "Work was fine, same as usual," I said as I pulled off my shoes. I sat on my bed and chatted for a bit. We said goodbye and I hung up, heading into the bathroom.
Patrick made his way to the bar for dinner with a group of teachers. He had hoped Robin would be there, but it didn't look like she was going to show up. He laughed with the others at a joke that was being told. He had a nice day, although it was a bit stressful. He was glad to get settled with a beer and his new colleagues. He had become friends with Neil, another Social Studies teacher, who was in the process of giving him the low down on all of the teachers. Neil warned him about Jodi, and Patrick laughed. "I kind of figured," he said. "I'll watch my back. What do you know about Robin?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Oh, forget about her," Neil said. "She never dates anyone here. She sticks to herself a lot and Elizabeth. The two of them have been friends since birth. She is a great woman, but totally off limits." He smiled and took a swig of his beer. "You need to stick to an easier target." He smiled. Patrick laughed, more intrigued than ever.
"Elizabeth, I do not have the time to do this tonight! I have so many papers to grade. You are such a bad influence!" I yelled at her. It was dinnertime and Elizabeth had begged me to go to the bar with her for a bite and a cocktail. I knew it was mainly because she didn't want to be home alone, because Brad worked late. I reluctantly agreed, figuring it would be a nice distraction. I had on my jeans and t-shirt, and my hair in a ponytail. I knew I looked like a kid, but I didn't care, I was not in the mood to dress up. We walked to a table and I saw the group of teachers there. "Ugh, I do not need this now," I said as I saw Neil wave us over.
"Come on, it'll be fun," Elizabeth said as she led me over.
"Hey, Neil, how are you doing?" Elizabeth asked as she sat down. She motioned for me to sit next to her, which was also next to Patrick. I smiled and sat down.
"Hi Robin," he said. I was impressed that he remembered my name.
"Hi. How was your first day?" I asked him, aware of his eyes on me.
"Fine, the kids are great, and I really like the staff," he said with a smile that showcased those dimples. Gosh, they were gorgeous. I was about to respond when I heard a voice interrupt us. "Robin, since when do you go out after dark?" Jodi said to me as she pulled up a chair on the other side next to Patrick.
"Only when I know I will have the pleasure of your company," I said without missing a beat.
Jodi looked at Patrick. "Robin has a thing about hanging out with us after work, she never does it. She is too good for bars and beer. She prefers staying home with her cat," Jodi said and looked right at me.
"Wow, well that was great, Jodi. It's good to know you spend so much time figuring out my schedule." I looked at Patrick. "I am glad you had a nice day. I'll see you tomorrow," I stood up to leave. This was precisely why I didn't go out with the group. I just didn't fit in. "Elizabeth, I'm going home, I'll see you tomorrow," I told her.
"Okay, have a nice night," Elizabeth smiled. She knew it was a big deal for me to have come out, and she wasn't going to argue with me. I was glad she didn't hear what Jodi had said, because I wasn't in the mood for more verbal sparring.
I made my way to the door when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned around, "Look Elizabeth, I said." I stopped short when I saw it was Patrick. I blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were Elizabeth."
"I know, but I don't want you to leave," Patrick said.
I looked at him, not knowing how to respond. "Well, that's sweet, but I have a lot of grading to do," I said.
"Jodi is a jerk," he said and put his hands in his jeans pockets.
I laughed. "You're a quick study," I said. "She doesn't bother me, there are many Jodi's in the world." I said. "I really do need to get home. Thanks again." I said and smiled as I left.
I got into my car and felt tears stinging my eyes. What is wrong with me? A cute single guy wants to spend time with me, and I go home to my cat. Why couldn't I stay? What is my problem? I wiped the tears away that had fallen down my cheeks. I was a loser and a fraud. I was destined to be alone because I couldn't trust that anyone would ever want to be with me.
"So, how late did you guys stay at the bar last night," I asked Elizabeth the next morning. We had met in her room before class started. I had been thinking about Patrick all night, and wondered if he had a good time after I left.
"A bunch of us stayed until 10, but some left right after you." Elizabeth looked at me knowingly.
"What do you mean? Who are you talking about?" I asked, afraid to suggest Patrick.
"Patrick left a little while after you did. He tried to pump me for information about you, but I told him nothing." Elizabeth smiled at me.
"There's nothing to tell, because there is nothing to me." I said.
Elizabeth got that mad look in her eyes. "Dammit Robin, I hate it when you say things like that. When are you going to give yourself credit for being the amazing person you are? For someone who is so smart, you are acting like a moron," she said.
"It's not that easy for me. I have issues." I said, knowing it was a weak argument.
"We all have issues, honey. I have known you your whole life, I know all about your issues, and I love you. Why won't you let others see who you are? History is not going to repeat itself," Elizabeth wiped my hair away from my eyes and smiled at me. The bell rang.
"I'll talk to you later. I need to stay in my room today during lunch because I have to give a make-up exam, but I'll see you later." I said and left the room with Elizabeth looking after me, concerned.
I was making my way back to my classroom, deep in thought when I walked right into someone. I dropped all of my papers on the ground and almost fell over myself. Strong arms grabbed me until I was steady. "Oh my, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," I looked up into the deep concerned brown eyes of Patrick.
"I see that," he said as he knelt down to help me pick up my papers.
"I've got it, thanks," I stammered. His close proximity made me feel things I haven't felt in a long time.
"Did I do something to offend you?" he asked me in a sincere voice after we were both standing.
"Of course not, why do you ask?" I asked, taken aback by his question.
"You can't seem to stand being in my presence for more than a few moments. I am not used to seeing women react like that," he said.
"Well I am sorry to wound your male pride, but I just have some things on my mind. I am sure you are a wonderful person to be with, but I don't think you would enjoy spending any of your time with me. I think Jodi has a free hour if you want some company." I said and hurried away, leaving him staring after me open mouthed. I had absolutely no idea why I just did that. I felt absolutely horrible.
What the hell was wrong with this woman? Patrick asked himself as he watched Robin walk away from him. What was her problem? He had been nothing but nice to her and she had blown him off continuously. He was irritated, but also concerned and he didn't know why. Why should he care that this woman seemed to have the weight of the world on her shoulders? She obviously didn't want his friendship. He shook his head and walked back to his classroom.
I got home after work and walked up to my spare bedroom. Toots followed close behind me, as she always did when she sensed I was in a "mood". She was so cute. "Well, Toots, your mumma messed everything up again," I said aloud. I went to the closet and pulled a box down from the top shelf. I sat down on the floor and sighed. Toots rubbed up against my legs and meowed. I scratched her ears and smiled. At least you are here with me, good or bad. I said. I opened the box and picked up a picture. I lightly touched the face on the image and felt tears come to my eyes. "Hi Tim," I said aloud. "I miss you so much." I held the picture to my chest and curled up on the floor. I cried softly while Toots curled up next to me.
"Thanks for the class, Mr. Drake," his last student said as she walked out of his classroom. He smiled and sat down in his chair at his desk; He exhaled and ran his hands through his hair. This was a tough day. He had to teach a unit on World War 2 and the Holocaust. It was always taxing because it was hard to get the kids to understand the gravity of what had occurred. He was trying to think of ways to change up his teaching tactics to engage more kids when he heard a soft knock at the door.
"It's open," he said, not looking up from his desk.
Elizabeth walked up to him. "Hey Patrick, do you have a minute?" she asked.
"Of course, what's up?"
"I want to talk to you about Robin, if that's okay," she began.
"What's to talk about? She can't stand to be in the same room with me for more than a few minutes. I got the message. I'll leave her alone," he said and looked back down at his lesson plans.
"That's not why I'm here. Actually, she doesn't know I'm here and she would be really mad if she did, but she is my best friend in the whole world and I want her to be happy. I think you could make her happy, Patrick. Don't give up on her." Elizabeth said softly. "There are some things about Robin that have made her very cautious. It isn't that she doesn't like you, she is just careful. I hope you keep pushing, she is worth the work." Elizabeth said in a voice that showed the emotion she felt for her friend. "Thanks for listening, and please don't tell her I was here." Elizabeth stood up to leave.
"I'll think about it. You know, she is lucky to have such a great friend." Patrick looked at her and smiled.
"No, I am the lucky one. Robin is my family." Elizabeth smiled back and walked out.
The phone rang and startled me awake. I sat up and realized I had fallen asleep on the floor of my spare bedroom. Every part of my body ached. Great, I thought. This day just kept getting better. I reached over to get my phone and didn't recognize the number. "Hello?" I said in a sleepy voice.
"Robin? It's Patrick, is this a bad time?" Patrick's voice came through the phone. I felt my heart jump at the sound of his voice.
"No, no it's fine, what can I do for you?" I said and then silently kicked myself for such a lame response.
"Well, I kind of think that we got off on the wrong foot and, well, I was just wondering if you weren't doing anything tomorrow night, I would love to take you to dinner, I mean, as colleagues, you know, no pressure or anything. I have some curriculum questions and I think you would be a good person to talk to." Patrick closed his eyes, humiliated at how stupid he sounded and mad that he was rambling. What the hell did this woman do to him?
I smiled at his rambling. "That sounds great; I would love to talk business with you." I said and realized I was smiling.
"Okay, great. So, shall we meet somewhere? I mean, or I can pick you up?" he stammered.
"I can meet you that will be fine. How about we figure out the details tomorrow at work?" I said, trying to end the conversation on a good note.
"Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow, Robin," I loved the way he said my name.
"Okay, good-bye," I said and we hung up.
I looked down at Tim's picture in my hand. What am I doing? I thought, immediately nervous. I stood up to put the picture away and the box back in the closet. I had to call Elizabeth.
Patrick hung up the phone and realized his hands were sweating. It was a phone call, Mr. Suave, he laughed at himself. He was a player. He had his share of women and he never had a problem leaving after he was done. There was never any attachment, any nervousness. He was flustered because this woman affected him, more than he wanted to admit.
"So, what are you going to wear?" Elizabeth asked as we ate our lunch in my room. She was smiling this stupid grin at me and I had to laugh, in spite of myself.
"Clothes; It's not a date, just two people talking shop." I said and ate my salad. I refused to meet her eyes; afraid something would be revealed. What, I didn't know, but just to be safe, I kept my eyes on my salad.
"Robin, you are the worst liar in the world. I can tell you are excited, even if you won't say it. Besides, can't you let me live vicariously through you for a bit?" Elizabeth asked.
"Why, what's wrong? Is it Brad? Is something going on with you two?" I asked, instantly concerned for her.
"No, it's nothing," Elizabeth said and I could see tears forming in her eyes.
"Please tell me what's wrong." I said, a bit angrier than I intended.
"Calm down, we just had another fight. I don't know why I keep nitpicking on the smallest things. I love him, I really do, I just don't know what's wrong with me." Elizabeth said quietly.
I squeezed her hand and handed her a tissue. "That's because you put so much pressure on yourself." I stated the obvious as she began to interrupt. I held up my hand. "I know you hate it when I talk badly about myself, but this is no different. I have known you my whole life. You would never settle for a life less than extraordinary. You and Brad fit perfectly together; perhaps a piece is just broken and it needs to be fixed?" I gently prodded.
"I think it's me. I need to be fixed and then maybe I would be the wife he deserves." Elizabeth said.
"Oh, sweetie, that's not how a marriage works. It should be give and take, not all give. Brad has always been all about your magnificence. You need to talk to him. If you are so bothered by this, chances are he is, too."
"You're sweet to worry, Robin, but I'm fine. Like I said, all marriages go through rough patches" we completed in unison. I smiled. "Okay, I'll drop it for now, but you know you can talk to me any time. " I stood up and hugged her. I heard someone clear their throat at my door and startled, turned to see Patrick standing there. Elizabeth looked embarrassed and wiped her eyes.
"We are kind of in the middle of something, I'm sorry," I began but Elizabeth interrupted.
"No, it's fine. I need to go clean up and get some things done before class starts." She looked at Robin. "Thank you for being so great to me," she said.
"You deserve it." I said and smiled as she walked past Patrick and out the door.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to interrupt anything. Is she okay?" Patrick asked, aware of Elizabeth's teary state.
"It's okay, like she said, we were done. She'll be fine." I said and smiled. I certainly didn't plan on going into details about Elizabeth with a virtual stranger.
"How has your morning gone?" I asked; why was it harder to breathe when he was near?
"Not bad, but I have a meeting right after school so I wanted to set up our plans for tonight," he said and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"Okay, did you have a place in mind?" I asked.
"Actually, yes, I do." Patrick said with a smile. He loved how her mouth turned up at the side when she thought about things. He had the biggest urge to kiss her and it was incredibly distracting. "Have you ever been to the Lake house on Main?"
"No, but I heard it is great. I'll meet you there. What time?" I asked.
"7:00; is that okay?" he asked.
He smelled so good. "That's great. I'll see you then." I smiled at him. He stood there for a minute and then left.
This was going to be an interesting night, that's for sure. I thought to myself and got ready for class to start.