Hi guys, so first of english is NOT my first language. I write this in french actually, but some of you told me how disapointed they were because of course google translate sucks. I was like really flattered that some of you guys try so hard to read my fic! So here I am with my so little english and this massive translate work =) Anyway, please be super tolerant here, I learned and still learn your beautiful language with TV shows (thanks OITNB and so many other I guess). Have a good reading! x
It's 6 am, and as every day the alarm clock rings:
Bathroom
Turn on the light ; Run the water; Look in the mirror, new pimple.
Brush your teeth; Wash your face ; Turn off the water ; Pop the pimple; Make up the pimple; Turn off the light.
Open the closet; Zoned out; Choose an outfit; Change the outfit, change again; End up putting on the one of the day before.
Kitchen
Start the coffee machine; Fill my mug; Burn myself with the coffee; Swear, or even freak out; Wait for the coffee to cool down; Drink my coffee; Find it pretty gross; Fill my thermos with the rest of the pot.
Grab my bag; Leave the room; Go back (forgot the thermos) Pick up the thermos; See Nicky in the hallway; Listen to her making a joke; Listen to her bragging about her late night booty call; Listen to her making a joke about her booty call, and laugh because honnestly, I wonder where she finds them!
Get to the classroom; Sit down; Say hi to the people who comes in; Wait for the teacher.
Teacher's here; Teacher says hi, Teacher begins his class.
- Good morning every one, I am your philisophy subtitute teacher.
I raised my head off my book.
-Ms. Figeroa is on maternity leave and I'll be here until she's allowed to come back, which is planned for the next year. I'm Mrs. Vause, but you can call me Alex.
She is tall, wearing a black high waisted trousers, a white loose blouse tucked back into her pants and black heels. I look at her, scan her, examine her. Her hair is black, she wears it in a bun, very neat, and placed on her nose was black glasses with thick temples.
Nice, I thought.
While she introduces herself, she goes from head to head, and mine is no exepction. I don't know exactly the first impression I gave, but I immediately looked away when I realized that once again I was staring. I tend to do it often, and it gets me misunderstanding, sometimes even animosity.
- It'll be helpful if you could write your first and last name on a piece of paper and present it in front of you on your workspace. I think you're studying Camus right now? Could someone confirm that?
Already all the male hands were rising. I couldn't help but smile at this sight.
I took advantage of all the tumult to admire Mrs. Vause once again. The more time went by, the more I learned about her. Her gestures were easy, and there was a natural elegance into it. She used to put her glasses on top of her head each time a question was asked, requiring reflection from her. She had a note pad, on which she wrote regularly, and when she had to sit somewhere, it was surely in her desk and not on the chair provided for that.
She crossed her long legs thereon, and occasionaly bits her lips, that I took for a reflection's tell. She was gorgeous, and there was something as confidence, and calm about her.
I was staring at every detailed of her as a board in an art gallery, head on my hands. I was lost in my thoughts, and I made a jump when Nicky gave me a nudge in the rib. The whole class turned around, including my professor. Nicky burst out laughing next to me, and I became red …
All of the students had returned to their activities, and I tried to do the same, but when I raised my head to spy on my teacher again, I came face to face with her piercing look. I keep my eyes this time. Not by excess of courage, but because I drowned myself literally inside. From where I am, I could perfectly see her eyes. They're green, they're sublime, and deep. I felt paralyzed, I couldn't look somewhere else, but this tetatny was soft and pleasant. As a velvet embrace, or a paralysis after shot-up. I was high, literally. And when she eventually lookdown and start to take notes again, It took me a moment to come back. I shake my head and try to regain control of my mind, but unsuccessfully. I fell like I smoked pot.
The bell rings, indicating the end of the class. I feel exhausted. I tidy up my stuff and go to the exit. By crossing the door I feel eyes on my back. I turn around towards the room and I could see the look of Mrs Vause before disappearing in the hallway.
Noon comes and I'm in the cafeteria, Nicky is in front of me. I spent my morning to daydream about my philosophy teacher. I sit in front of my food and I didn't touch anything of it. I have butterflies in my stomach since this morning, and whenever I'm about to take a bite, I relive the eyes contact between Ms Vause and me, and the butterflies start up all over again. I eventually gave up the idea to eat anything.
Nicky devours her meal, sure that her last night activities justify her hunger. I hear her, but don't really listen to her. Something nice about Nicky, is that she doesn't need to feel listened to holding a conversation, and usually my blackouts goes unnoticed. usually …
I realize that she's not speaking anymore. I look at her, she's staring at me.
- What?
- Where are you since this morning? I am used to going through monologues all by myself, but hey, at least you usually fake the listening!
She has a moquing smile on the face.
- Nothing, a bit tired. I work pretty late currently. You know, exams and shits ... I've a hard time with philosophy, Fig can't stand me so I study on my own.
- Speaking of that. Man the new teacher is smocking hot … I easily picture her lower with the secretary glasses…
- Oookay Nicky, spare the details!
I smile, generally Nicky and I have no secrets for each other, and shame is not a part of our conversations. But in this particular case, I don't want to picture anything.
- You play the prude today, what's going on? She's a bombshell!
- Nicky!
- What?!
- Ok, I have to go to the bathroom, I'll meet you in class?
- Alright ! I stop here, I can see you getting all weird out, you nun...
She burst out laughing, gets up, leaves the table and give me a wink. I watch at her leaving while smiling. I love this girl.
I'm heading to the bathroom and open the door, but something run into me and I fall to the ground.
- Sorry !
- I'm the sorry one, are you okay?
I freeze. I don't dare to raise my head. I know this voice. I thought about this voice all the morning. I feel somebody kneeling down. I inhale deeply and raise my head. These same eyes are studying me, with the same intensity. I blush immediately. I don't feel embarrassed but, this view is affecting me. I look at her attentively, she is so closer than this morning. My curiosity takes over the reason, I try to memorize everything I can and It takes me long enough. I slowly switch from correct behavior and courtesy, to weird or even inappropriate.
But one more time, I find myself in this soft tetany. In this unique and solitary space-time.
Her empathy brought her to get closer enough so that I manage to analyze new informations about her. Her perfume, the one she sprayed on her before leaving her home this morning. It's good, and it's her
- Is everything ok?
She puts a hand on my shoulder, certainly feeling me disorientated, while repeating her question. The contact brought new butterflies to me. But these don't stop at my stomach, they're in my whole body now, and I've the sensation that an ant-hill was born inside me. The heat is psychic, as much as physical and it goes out from this contact becoming hardly bearable. I stare at her hand, a common gesture, getting me so many sensations. I look at her again and see all of the concern in her eyes. I do must look totally lost. I mumble a " Yeah, thank you, sorry. " Get up abruptly, and leave as fast as possible.
Fuckin weirdo, fuck !
I'm locked in a bathroom on the opposite to the cafeteria, and I curse myself for several minutes.
My thoughts goes again to Mrs Vause, and I blush in the memory of her closeness, her perfume, which I think will be unforgettable to me.
I sigh while crouching in the small space.
Naughty thoughts on my philosophy teacher … Nicky would say that that would be a good title for a porn!
I burst out laughing at the idea. I get up and agree to be tolerant with myself.
Shits happens right ? You'll apologize to have acted like a moron the next time.
I certainly don't want that she takes me for some jerk. I am way behind in philosophy, I need to be taken seriously.
I splash some water on my face, and leave.
I begin the next day with philosophy again. I thought about it all night and decided that I'll leave earlier today to have a chance to talk to Mrs Vause.
I go out of my room and see Nicky's head by her door frame.
- Wake up early?
- You spy on me now?
- You kidding? I hear you practicing I don't fuckin know what since 5 this morning!
- Shit, sorry …
- Where do you go like that?
- Seriously. Are you polices me or something?
- Not really, I just find your attitude pretty suspicious since yesterday!
She answers with this mocking smile on her face. That's her thing, I know it, she knows it, and we know both how much it can be annoying. But I like her for that too.
I smile as well, I know exactly where I'm going and to what end. I also know why I seem "suspicious" since yesterday, and because of whom.
Nicky sees that right away and her eyes and smile widens immediatly.
- Wait, don't tell me that you're gonna get laid this fine morning?
- Ok, now you're talking crazy ! By the way, not everybody fucks every chicks of the campus every night pinhead. And I feel perfectly fine as I am anyway.
-Yeah well, 'fine' is pretty lame dude…
- Whatever, I guess that you're not alone so … See ya jerk!
I hear her chuckle and close the door behind me.
I got near the classroom door's. It's half-opened and my heart speeds up as I get closer. He beats so hardly that I find it disturbing. My hands become sweaty, and when i'm in front of the door I realize that I am holding my breath.
I got myself an earful. Come on Sissy !
I knock quietly.
- Come in!
I put a hand on the door and push it. Mrs Vause sits to her office, and seems to read notes. She wears a new white blouse. Her hair is raised in a bun, looser than yesterday, and some strands of hair fall lightly down her nape, when others draw the shape of her neck to stop on the edge of the first button of her shirt. She seems focused, and doesn't raise immediately the head. I stay motionless. I admire her, contemplate her. The butterflies are everywhere, in my head, in my belly, everywhere. My heart is beating so fast again. I'm stunned and unable to make a coherent sentence in my head, let alone a gesture. I fear that my legs could fail me.
I think I see a smile on the corner of her mouth just before she looks at me.
I collect myself.
- Hello, Mrs Vause. I am sorry to interrupt, I am in your class and …
-Are you okay?
She cut me off.
- Sorry?
- Yesterday I asked you if you were okay, and you ran away ! You aren't going to run away, do you?
She has a smile on her face, challenging me.
- Yes…
She raise an eyebrow
-I mean, no, not at all ! In fact I came to apologize. I don't really know what happened, I was tired yesterday and …
- It's Piper right?
Her smile is still there, it seems that the more flustered I am, the bigger it becomes.
- Yes, Piper Chapman.
She looks at me for a while with malice in the eyes, and I can't feel nothing but the blush on my cheeks again.
She gets up from her chair, and slowly approaches me. I hear her heels clicks on the ground, and my mind couldn't focus on nothing. I see her getting closer, and can't help from detailed everything, again. Her lips are red of make-up, her skin is perfect and the contrast between the brightness of it and its full and colored lips is delightful. His dark hair waves as she moves towards me.
The first buttons of her blouse are open giving a glimpse of even more of this skin seeming so delicate and soft. I don't manage to take my eyes off it and eventually bite my lips hoping that the gesture will be discreet and allows me to contain this feelings flowing through me.
She arrives at my height, and my eye didn't move. I can still smell this perfume that I craved for, and the heat coming from her body envelops me.
I see a hand moving in my direction and I go out of my trance.
I raise the head and notice that she offers me her hand. I meet her burning eyes, focused on me and no doubt on the obvious eagerness that I show. The smile didn't leave her face, and an uncontrollable desire to rip off this smile by bitting its perfect lips coming on.
I catch the hand as an official introduction. All the sweetness that I had imagined texturizes her skin. All the butterflies are now to this impact point. A volcano is in eruption inside me.
- You can call me Alex, everyone does.
She stops a little in her sentence and takes this opportunity to stare at me. She begins by our still bound hands, goes back up along my arm and lingers a few moments over my neck. My pulse is visible and I know that it's faster than the usual, betraying quite the feelings that I live. The eyes rises slightly up to my lips and pauses there. For a long time, too long for something without purpose. She's touching and undressing me with her gaze. I hold my breath for some time, refusing to let it become erratic in front of her.
- Breath beautiful.
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