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Grace sat in her car in Dimitri's driveway, trying to psyche herself up for whatever happened. She finally gathered all her courage and approached the door, and knocked.
Mr. Dimitri appeared quickly, wearing a Yale tee shirt, khakis, and his hair tied back in a ponytail. He led her inside to the living room, specifically avoiding the kitchen.
Grace sat on the couch, and Dimitri sat on the bench of an old piano opposite of the sofa. Grace felt uncomfortable. She could sense that he felt the same way.
"Grace, we need to talk about what happened last night," Dimitri said, lacing his fingers together and staring at them with empty eyes.
Grace nodded, feeling a lump beginning to form in her throat. She felt tears stinging her eyes. She looked at the floor, trying to hide it.
"What do you want me to say?" she asked in a small voice. Dimitri heaved a sigh, and smirked, averting his eyes to the corners of the room. A cloud of awkwardness had cumulated over the room.
"Say....say what you feel," he said finally, frustrated with dancing around the fire and knowingly leaping into the flames. Grace felt a tear trickle down her cheek.
"You don't want me to do that," she warned, brushing the tear away shamefully. Dimitri stood up and began pacing around the room, staring at the ceiling and rubbing his eyes.
"Yes, Grace, I do. Isn't that what I've always taught you to do? Be brave, be honest, express yourself-"
"I think I expressed how I felt last night," Grace commented. Dimitri laughed at the ceiling.
"Don't laugh at me!" Grace said indignantly. Then she herself couldn't help but crack a smile. A cloud of silence rolled in to join the awkwardness, and a storm was looming overheard.
"What do you feel?" Grace finally asked. Dimitri sighed again. For the first time in his life, he was having trouble finding the right words. They didn't seem to exist in his endless vocabulary.
"I think that you're right," he said. "It's...it's not fair." Tears shimmered in Grace's eyes.
"That they're keeping us apart?" she asked timidly. Dimitri stopped pacing and stared blankly.
"Not 'they', Grace. Fate," he said.
Grace looked at him, not caring that she was crying. She didn't comprehend.
"Nobody's ever really......gotten me," Dimitri said in an indistinct voice. His tone quickened with irritated excitement. "And now fate is cruel enough to make the one person who does get me, at long last, a seventeen year old girl?!" he exclaimed. He sat down on the piano bench again.
"And my student, nonetheless! It's just so, unfair," he concluded, his voice soft and melancholy. Aside from the sadness, Grace could hear Dimitri's feelings coming through in his words. She realized that he was right, she did get him. She slowly approached him, and knelt down in front of him. She locked her eyes into his, and they no longer needed to 'discuss' anything. It was all there, out in the open, on the table. She carefully took his hand in hers, and reached up with her other hand to touch his face.
"I think fate knows what she's doing," she said tenderly, leaning towards him. And then it happened. Again. They kissed, mutually, innocently, with a sense of relief. When they pulled away from each other, Dimitri squeezed Grace's hand, and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"Yes," he said, "but do we?" Outside the window of Dimitri's house, Eli sat in his car, in disbelief. No way. What was this pervert doing to Grace? He had to restrain himself from going in there and pounding him. Instead, he drove off.
Grace smiled at him, both with her mouth and her eyes. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm doing what you taught me to, and that's to go with what I feel," Grace said. They then kissed for a third time. Dimitri's head was reeling with the sheer anarchic situation his derailed life had been led into.
"You've taught me that, too," Dimitri said quietly. "But we can't do this...." he mumbled. "We can't not do this," Grace whispered seriously. She figured that would be the best place to end this. She stood up, and left without saying goodbye.
*
Grace sat in her car in Dimitri's driveway, trying to psyche herself up for whatever happened. She finally gathered all her courage and approached the door, and knocked.
Mr. Dimitri appeared quickly, wearing a Yale tee shirt, khakis, and his hair tied back in a ponytail. He led her inside to the living room, specifically avoiding the kitchen.
Grace sat on the couch, and Dimitri sat on the bench of an old piano opposite of the sofa. Grace felt uncomfortable. She could sense that he felt the same way.
"Grace, we need to talk about what happened last night," Dimitri said, lacing his fingers together and staring at them with empty eyes.
Grace nodded, feeling a lump beginning to form in her throat. She felt tears stinging her eyes. She looked at the floor, trying to hide it.
"What do you want me to say?" she asked in a small voice. Dimitri heaved a sigh, and smirked, averting his eyes to the corners of the room. A cloud of awkwardness had cumulated over the room.
"Say....say what you feel," he said finally, frustrated with dancing around the fire and knowingly leaping into the flames. Grace felt a tear trickle down her cheek.
"You don't want me to do that," she warned, brushing the tear away shamefully. Dimitri stood up and began pacing around the room, staring at the ceiling and rubbing his eyes.
"Yes, Grace, I do. Isn't that what I've always taught you to do? Be brave, be honest, express yourself-"
"I think I expressed how I felt last night," Grace commented. Dimitri laughed at the ceiling.
"Don't laugh at me!" Grace said indignantly. Then she herself couldn't help but crack a smile. A cloud of silence rolled in to join the awkwardness, and a storm was looming overheard.
"What do you feel?" Grace finally asked. Dimitri sighed again. For the first time in his life, he was having trouble finding the right words. They didn't seem to exist in his endless vocabulary.
"I think that you're right," he said. "It's...it's not fair." Tears shimmered in Grace's eyes.
"That they're keeping us apart?" she asked timidly. Dimitri stopped pacing and stared blankly.
"Not 'they', Grace. Fate," he said.
Grace looked at him, not caring that she was crying. She didn't comprehend.
"Nobody's ever really......gotten me," Dimitri said in an indistinct voice. His tone quickened with irritated excitement. "And now fate is cruel enough to make the one person who does get me, at long last, a seventeen year old girl?!" he exclaimed. He sat down on the piano bench again.
"And my student, nonetheless! It's just so, unfair," he concluded, his voice soft and melancholy. Aside from the sadness, Grace could hear Dimitri's feelings coming through in his words. She realized that he was right, she did get him. She slowly approached him, and knelt down in front of him. She locked her eyes into his, and they no longer needed to 'discuss' anything. It was all there, out in the open, on the table. She carefully took his hand in hers, and reached up with her other hand to touch his face.
"I think fate knows what she's doing," she said tenderly, leaning towards him. And then it happened. Again. They kissed, mutually, innocently, with a sense of relief. When they pulled away from each other, Dimitri squeezed Grace's hand, and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"Yes," he said, "but do we?" Outside the window of Dimitri's house, Eli sat in his car, in disbelief. No way. What was this pervert doing to Grace? He had to restrain himself from going in there and pounding him. Instead, he drove off.
Grace smiled at him, both with her mouth and her eyes. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm doing what you taught me to, and that's to go with what I feel," Grace said. They then kissed for a third time. Dimitri's head was reeling with the sheer anarchic situation his derailed life had been led into.
"You've taught me that, too," Dimitri said quietly. "But we can't do this...." he mumbled. "We can't not do this," Grace whispered seriously. She figured that would be the best place to end this. She stood up, and left without saying goodbye.
*