In celebration of finishing my thank-you letters I'm posting the next part!
5.
I haven't heard from him since that day on the front lawn. It's been nearly three weeks and though there's been no sign of him, I can't help but think he's still around. I can still feel him, but maybe it's just me. I tried to stop thinking about him but found I couldn't. Thinking about human Angel.
Richard wasn't completely ignorant of my feelings towards the mysterious guy he'd met on the front lawn so he stopped anything between us before it started. And I refused to talk about with either him or Carol though she remained suspicious. She thinks he's Aya's dad, in a way I wish he were but he isn't. I'm just being stupid and letting him affect me. I promised myself I wouldn't let him disrupt my life but I haven't seen him more than twice and look what's he's left me like.
"Beth, could I ask you a favour?" Mr Head asked, as he poked his head round the door of my office, giving me a welcome distraction from my thoughts.
"Yes, of course." He'd just recently been appointed Manager and knew next to nothing about sport or fitness and this appointment and everything else went to his head. It was an appropriate name; he did have an enormous head, he was enormous full stop, stupid man. I pasted my faux smile on as he told me about how he wanted me to talk to a guest lecturer and instructor.
"Are you sure you need me to do it? I hardly ever consult with the guest instructors and it's Max's job to liase with them and run the visit smoothly, where's he?" I tried very hard to not sound annoyed.
"Max is sick and I wouldn't normally ask but he hasn't been here before. There was no one else available. It would be great, thanks Beth." He said as he took off through the door, no doubt on his way back to his office to a coffee and a snooze. I didn't need this.
When I went down to the sports levels and came face to face with Angel, again, I knew even more that I didn't need this.
"You're the instructor?" I asked, the disbelief in my voice masking a huge annoyance.
"You work here?" He asked pointlessly as he took in my small black trouser suit and sleek hair pulled back tightly in an almost painful tie. I only dress like this when I have no classes. I couldn't help noticing his lightly tanned skin covering his flexed muscles and his top open shirt. He looked good. I couldn't do this, could I?
"So, you haven't been here before?" I asked him, trying to get back to my work self.
"I think I'd remember, wouldn't you? I'm all right. You okay? You look pale."
"I'm fine Angel."
"I can see through this you know. This façade you've put on."
"Why don't we get on with it?" I told him; angry again, though it faded quickly, because he was right, it was a façade.
"Buffy, can I take you home?" Angel asked later, following me down the corridor to my office.
"I've got my car." I told him as I gathered my coat and bag and locked my office behind me.
"Can I still take you home?"
"You aren't going to give in are you?" He gave me a classic Angel look, telling me I was right.
"Fine." I replied.
The journey was silent, and not exactly comfortable. We'd always used to have so much to say to one another. Maybe we still did, but where do we start?
"Do you want to come in for a drink?" I asked hesitantly as we sat in front of my building.
"Yes, I'd like that." He said smiling.
What the heck made me ask that?
More in a bit.
5.
I haven't heard from him since that day on the front lawn. It's been nearly three weeks and though there's been no sign of him, I can't help but think he's still around. I can still feel him, but maybe it's just me. I tried to stop thinking about him but found I couldn't. Thinking about human Angel.
Richard wasn't completely ignorant of my feelings towards the mysterious guy he'd met on the front lawn so he stopped anything between us before it started. And I refused to talk about with either him or Carol though she remained suspicious. She thinks he's Aya's dad, in a way I wish he were but he isn't. I'm just being stupid and letting him affect me. I promised myself I wouldn't let him disrupt my life but I haven't seen him more than twice and look what's he's left me like.
"Beth, could I ask you a favour?" Mr Head asked, as he poked his head round the door of my office, giving me a welcome distraction from my thoughts.
"Yes, of course." He'd just recently been appointed Manager and knew next to nothing about sport or fitness and this appointment and everything else went to his head. It was an appropriate name; he did have an enormous head, he was enormous full stop, stupid man. I pasted my faux smile on as he told me about how he wanted me to talk to a guest lecturer and instructor.
"Are you sure you need me to do it? I hardly ever consult with the guest instructors and it's Max's job to liase with them and run the visit smoothly, where's he?" I tried very hard to not sound annoyed.
"Max is sick and I wouldn't normally ask but he hasn't been here before. There was no one else available. It would be great, thanks Beth." He said as he took off through the door, no doubt on his way back to his office to a coffee and a snooze. I didn't need this.
When I went down to the sports levels and came face to face with Angel, again, I knew even more that I didn't need this.
"You're the instructor?" I asked, the disbelief in my voice masking a huge annoyance.
"You work here?" He asked pointlessly as he took in my small black trouser suit and sleek hair pulled back tightly in an almost painful tie. I only dress like this when I have no classes. I couldn't help noticing his lightly tanned skin covering his flexed muscles and his top open shirt. He looked good. I couldn't do this, could I?
"So, you haven't been here before?" I asked him, trying to get back to my work self.
"I think I'd remember, wouldn't you? I'm all right. You okay? You look pale."
"I'm fine Angel."
"I can see through this you know. This façade you've put on."
"Why don't we get on with it?" I told him; angry again, though it faded quickly, because he was right, it was a façade.
"Buffy, can I take you home?" Angel asked later, following me down the corridor to my office.
"I've got my car." I told him as I gathered my coat and bag and locked my office behind me.
"Can I still take you home?"
"You aren't going to give in are you?" He gave me a classic Angel look, telling me I was right.
"Fine." I replied.
The journey was silent, and not exactly comfortable. We'd always used to have so much to say to one another. Maybe we still did, but where do we start?
"Do you want to come in for a drink?" I asked hesitantly as we sat in front of my building.
"Yes, I'd like that." He said smiling.
What the heck made me ask that?
More in a bit.