After much consideration, I've decided to continue this fic!
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Indy's POV
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I sat placidly in my office, enjoying the lunch hour when no students dared to disturb teachers. My only leisure time during the day. Not that I minded helping out troubled students but some, mainly the girls, appeared to be inventing reasons to stick around. As well you know I'm not stupid, I knew and still know why they came to my office. I remember my own schooldays and the crowd of girls who stayed behind after class because they had a crush on the teacher. I didn't think they would still do that in a university. Just goes to show how wrong you can be sometimes...
Not that I didn't enjoy the attention. For the first few weeks at least... After that, it was just more of the same. Nothing new, nothing entertaining enough for me to favour teaching over my exploits... Until her...
It was on that day that it began. Or rather that I finally noticed it had begun already...
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"Alice," he called.
"Yes sir," came a faraway reply.
"James."
"Yes sir."
"Megan."
"Yes sir."
"Carmen."
She loved the way he said her name. His deep Chicago accent could make any word sound good.
"Yes sir," she replied, trying not to sound too eager to answer. Sophisticated as she was, Carmen couldn't quite control certain emotions.
She was last on the role call. He got up from his desk and headed to the blackboard, writing an assignment for the lesson. She read it as he wrote it, and was already two questions in before anyone else had started.
"Pretty simple stuff..." He spoke as he walked around the classroom. "But this is all in practice for the exams, you'll get these simple questions and they can be pretty tricky if you don't know how to answer them..."
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I hovered around Carmen's desk for a while. I had recently noticed an improvement in her work and wondered whether there was a reason for it. I walked past her row at least three times, catching a glimpse of which question she was on. She was miles ahead of the rest of my class already.
The fourth time I passed by, however, it wasn't her work I was looking at. On the dark, wooden desk was an etched loveheart, clearly engraved with a pencil or something similar. I read the letters inside it.
I . J .
My initials. For the first time in a very long while my heart jumped into my throat. It shocked me slightly. I knew full-well the magnitude of girls who had a crush on me in my classes. Why should this one make me feel any different? Why did she, above all others, bring a smug smile to my face?
I had to find out. I just had to...
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Hope you enjoy the way I'm taking this story. Lots of feedback and ideas!
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Indy's POV
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I sat placidly in my office, enjoying the lunch hour when no students dared to disturb teachers. My only leisure time during the day. Not that I minded helping out troubled students but some, mainly the girls, appeared to be inventing reasons to stick around. As well you know I'm not stupid, I knew and still know why they came to my office. I remember my own schooldays and the crowd of girls who stayed behind after class because they had a crush on the teacher. I didn't think they would still do that in a university. Just goes to show how wrong you can be sometimes...
Not that I didn't enjoy the attention. For the first few weeks at least... After that, it was just more of the same. Nothing new, nothing entertaining enough for me to favour teaching over my exploits... Until her...
It was on that day that it began. Or rather that I finally noticed it had begun already...
***
"Alice," he called.
"Yes sir," came a faraway reply.
"James."
"Yes sir."
"Megan."
"Yes sir."
"Carmen."
She loved the way he said her name. His deep Chicago accent could make any word sound good.
"Yes sir," she replied, trying not to sound too eager to answer. Sophisticated as she was, Carmen couldn't quite control certain emotions.
She was last on the role call. He got up from his desk and headed to the blackboard, writing an assignment for the lesson. She read it as he wrote it, and was already two questions in before anyone else had started.
"Pretty simple stuff..." He spoke as he walked around the classroom. "But this is all in practice for the exams, you'll get these simple questions and they can be pretty tricky if you don't know how to answer them..."
***
I hovered around Carmen's desk for a while. I had recently noticed an improvement in her work and wondered whether there was a reason for it. I walked past her row at least three times, catching a glimpse of which question she was on. She was miles ahead of the rest of my class already.
The fourth time I passed by, however, it wasn't her work I was looking at. On the dark, wooden desk was an etched loveheart, clearly engraved with a pencil or something similar. I read the letters inside it.
I . J .
My initials. For the first time in a very long while my heart jumped into my throat. It shocked me slightly. I knew full-well the magnitude of girls who had a crush on me in my classes. Why should this one make me feel any different? Why did she, above all others, bring a smug smile to my face?
I had to find out. I just had to...
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Hope you enjoy the way I'm taking this story. Lots of feedback and ideas!