Point of View

by Janaie42

We all have that one. That one person or that one thing that we obsess over a little bit each day. No? Well...Edward does. AH, strong language, and a little lemon zest. Drabble-ish fic.

8. Chapter 8

Fucking kids and their questions.

I don't want to be late for this meeting with you.

Trust me.

If I could get away with telling my students to go fuck themselves and read the damn textbook I would.

For you.

But you probably wouldn't appreciate that kind of candor.

Outside of the bedroom of course.

I'm walking as fast as I can to my office. Shit. I almost spilled my coffee.

After taking the steps two at a time, I hurriedly try to compose myself. I feel a trickle of sweat run down my back. I've never been more thankful for a black button down in all my life.

I check my watch. 2:14.

This is good.

Enough time to check my email. Return a phone call to Professor Wheeler. Straighten up my office.

This is great.

Finally making it to my office, I unlock the door and immediately close it behind me.

I slam myself down in my chair and exhale heavily. Haaaaaa.

14 minutes until my office hours start.

44 until you get here.