I knew the moment I woke up this morning that my day was going to be full of anxiety. Waiting for the alarm to ring, my face was buried underneath my pillow, unwilling to face the world today. Chipper, morning-person Emma had been thrown out the window.
A god-awful blaring sound announced that it was time I had to drag myself out of bed. I reached over to try and press the snooze button on my alarm clock, but that didn't seem to work. I leaned farther to pull the cord out of the wall instead, and ended up falling out of bed, and having everything tumble onto the floor after me, including a now-empty glass of water, drenching my carpet, and my phone.
What a wonderful start to the morning.
I stared at my phone uselessly floating in a pool of water. Today was the day that I would encourage the friends with benefits situation. It had been two full days since the therapy session, and yesterday had been a disaster, I was sure Will noticed the expressions on my face. It was getting worse every day. The…erotic thoughts. Daydreams. Sex dreams. Whatever you want to call them.
There was no way I could hold off any longer.
Worry-ridden, I hopelessly sat on the floor, fumbling with the buttons on my cell. The small screen blinked white a few times before it died completely. I found myself wishing that it would somehow, majestically spring back to life.
Yeah, because water and electronics mesh so well together, Emma.
Ever since that therapy session, I had been scatter-brained. Forgetting things, losing things…breaking things.
I took a long shower, inhaling an exhaling the steam drifting through the bathroom. How will I even begin to…seduce him? Is that even the right word? Should I just ask him?
In a fluffy robe, I contemplated what to wear to work.
"Be subtly sexy."
Sifting through my colour coordinated wardrobe, my own eyes widened at the amount of floral patterns that I came across. It took me twenty minutes to find a black, long-sleeved V-neck shirt that I'd never worn before in my life. I was certain it still had the tag dangling from it.
Pulling it over my chest, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. My mouth opened a little bit at how low the cut was - a few inches below my collarbone, dipping in between the top of my breasts. Already nervous about the neckline, I decided on a tight-fitting pencil skirt to go with it, which was at least a modest length, and avoided the mirrors in my apartment before I changed my mind.
I wasgoing to be early to work, until the accident.
The three-car wreck on the freeway, added another thirty minutes onto my driving time to work. Blocking three lanes of traffic, it was now condensed to one, and cars were backed up for miles. I was now half an hour late.
Before today, I had prided myself on usually being half an hour early to work, and had never been late once. Until today.
Noticing that the car-park was nearly full, I got one of my least favourite parks. Right next to Sue's 'Le Car'.
Walking through the corridors of McKinley had an off feeling. Students filled the halls, even though the first bell hadn't officially rung yet, but my co-workers were no-where to be found.
I walked passed Will's tiny office twice before something clicked.
Shit! Staff meeting!
My eyes widened as I turned around immediately, my pumps clicking across the concrete.
I arrived at the staff-room breathlessly, pushing the glass door open. Pushing the hair off my neck, it seemed as though I'd made quite the entrance.
"Well well, Ursula. What time is it in yourlittle world today?" Sue asked in a condescending tone as I stepped into the staff room.
"I'm sorry everyone, there was an accident on the freeway, I got here as soon as I could." Leaving out the fact that I completely forgot about it in the first place. Everyone seemed to nod politely, most of them not really caring, apart from Sue who stared at me like a…demon, or something.
My pulse increased immensely as I saw Will, and I couldn't match his face to an expression. He swallowed and straightened up before gesturing to the seat he had saved me in the back. We usually did this, passing secret notes about the total bull that Sue seemed to drone on about in staff-meetings.
Baffled by the expression on his face, I looked down to see if I'd dropped food on my blouse or something.
I caught my own breath as I noticed the white lacy bra I'd put on this morning was peeking out the top of my V-neck shirt.
The blush came to my cheeks as I subtly attempted to shift it. Then I remembered. It's D-Day. C'mon, you can use this to your advantage.
I looked up at Will to gauge his expression, he just…he gave me this look. This look which made me imagine us sprawled in various compromising positions.
Lingering a tad too long on my shirt, I subtly pulled it up and gave Will a look beneath hooded eyes. I saw him look away quickly and close his eyes. He licked his lips before composing his face to look at me.
I saw him tear out a page in his notebook, and Sue glared pointedly at him, "Butt Chin, I swear to god if you're writing notes to Ginger again…"
Sue didn't have chance to finish her small rant, as he politely insisted that he wasn't.
Watching Sue the whole time, he slowly wrote a note on the ragged piece of paper.
Passing it quickly to me under the table, I accepted it and unfolded it in my lap.
"Liar. What's the real reason you're late?" It was as though nothing had just happened. I did have a small smile on my face as I read it though. He always said I was an open book. As I looked up, he gave me a pointed look.
Settling the piece of paper on my thigh, I wrote in black pen.
"I completely forgot, I've just been distracted lately." As I passed it to him under the table, I brushed his wrist and he gave me that look again.
The room suddenly felt hot, and I crossed my legs, trying to hide how my thoughts were affecting me.
He brushed a hand through his sex hair again, and I closed my eyes and let out a huff of air. It's like he was subconsciously trying to drive me to the stage of jumping his bones.
He wrote back, "I sent you a text this morning to remind you," He cocked his eyebrows at me and I raised my own.
I fumbled with what to say, trying to make myself look a little less stupid than the explanation I was about to give. Unable to think of one, I uselessly wrote, "Phone drowned in a pool of water."
Will laughed loudly as he read it, and Sue glared at him. He ignored it, and focused his attention to me. "What's wrong?"He mouthed to me, referring to the scatterbrained-ness of my life the past few weeks. I sucked the inside of my cheek, almost laughing because there was no way I could tell him.
"Nothing," I mouthed back, biting my lip at him, and he nodded, almost distracted. Finally scrawling on the sheet of paper, he slid across the top of the table this time, falling into my lap.
"You know, you shouldn't bite your lip like that. Wouldn't want you damaging that gorgeous mouth."
I stared at the note, re-reading it about three times before looking up. I watched Will stand up and turn away, walking out of the staff room without an explanation.
The staff meeting finished about twenty minutes later, and I was still perplexed as to why he had suddenly left.
As everyone filtered out of the staff-meeting, I dawdled out, moving to my office and sitting there eating a small bag of grapes that I'd grabbed in my haste to get to work this morning. I was finding it hard to locate the willpower to tackle this mountain of paperwork, sitting on my desk, staring at me, just asking to be done.
To be honest, I was afraid I was going to fill out the paperwork with fantasies about Will instead of student information, hence my apprehension.
During the break, I shuffled into the staff room, mumbling about malnutrition and stealing a few Ritz crackers from Shannon. The preservatives and extra chemicals still drove me to a state of panic, but now after a month and a half of therapy, it had dulled minutely. It was still there, but I had a feeling that the urge would always be around.
"Day from hell?" She asked as she bit into a chicken drumstick.
"Don't you know it." I sighed, curling my fist under my chin, waiting for Will to come sit with us. Where is he?
Powering up the coffee machine in the lunch room, I made a cappuccino for Will because I knew he'd appreciate it, and made small talk with Shannon.
"What's up?" She asked with an underlying meaning.
"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brows, perplexed at her. She just raised her eyebrows at me. I ignored her question. "Do you know what was wrong with Will this morning?" I tried to ask subtly, but the look she gave me said that she saw right through me.
"No idea." She mumbled with a mouth full of chicken. I grimaced and excused myself, heading to Will's office, coffee in hand. Will was bent over his desk, singing to himself quietly, trying to read a composition that one of the kids had written. I moaned inaudibly. His voice…yet another thing that I couldn't control my reaction over.
I leaned against the doorframe and looked at Will for a moment. He noticed me and stood up. I held up the cappuccino to him wordlessly. "Thank you, you're a lifesaver." He said gratefully, staring at the coffee like the light at the end of the tunnel.
The coffee slipped from my fingers as he tried to grasp it.
I let out a small gasp as the coffee (almost in slow motion) splashed from the cup, onto Will's pants, to my mortification. He let out a low, pain-filled groaning sound as the hot liquid seeped through the fabric and burnt his skin. A million thoughts ran through my mind at that moment. I didn't have any time to think. Instead of taking the smart approach though, I panicked and dropped to my knees and began wiping his pants with tissues that I had snatched quickly from his desk.
Now, from another point of view, this would have looked totally different. One of those 'it's not what it looks like!' moments.
I was face to face with his private square. I was literally on my kneesrubbing his crotch up and down furiously with tissues. My mouth popped open as this realization came to me.
Will was hard.
Oh my god.
He placed his hand over mine and pulled me up, swallowing, letting out a shallow breath and looking down at his own crotch.
I turned around with my teeth digging into my knuckles and left, mortified.
Progress, my ass.
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