A/N: Okay, I have been writing non-stop since the last time I updated last week. I don't think that's the brightest idea considering I'm putting off my term paper that is due in a week, of which I've barely started researching for, but I work best under pressure, so I don't really mind.
Anyway, I just realized something as I was finishing this chapter up. I'm a dork. The line in the preview, "It was November and Fall had begun," should actually read, "It was October and Fall was in full swing." I totally skipped over a month of the story and didn't realize it. Oops. But now it's fine. We're barely hitting October in this story. Chapters 7 & 8 are in October and then we go from there.
And I guess I should pay attention to the fact that this story takes place Toronto, Ca NOT Southern California, where I am from. So I betting that their falls are different than mine, considering we're in November and in So Cal, we're barely getting fall leaves and such. Oh well, I guess you'll just have to imagine a Canadian fall/autumn. :D
I think that's all I was going to say. Oh, wait. I got a new job! Yay me! Not so yay for this story (or my either story), but it's not that bad since the next like five chapters are almost all written in a sense. I hope this job doesn't get in the way of this story! I'm going to make sure I have a notebook on hand just so I can write. :D
Mini-Disclaimer: Oh wait, there is a little hint of Teach Me in this chapter, but I don't know if anyone will spot it. And as always I don't own Starbucks (I wish!). :D
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'My Theme For Advanced Composition':
But he knew they would never be a normal couple. As long as he was her teacher and she was his student.
And even with that fact daunting over his head, he hoped he hadn't made the single most worst mistake of his life by letting her walk away.
Don't Stand So Close To Me
Chapter 7
"The First Workshop"
The fall leaves crunched underneath the students' feet as they made their way home or to a different location on campus. It was October and Fall was in full swing. Jude loved the bare trees and cold air against her skin.
But she wanted to be anywhere other than where she was dragging herself at the moment.
"Please don't make me go, guys," she whined to Kat and Jamie as they shuffled towards their end destination. She was making her way to the first Advanced Composition workshop of the year.
Well, it wasn't the first actually. It was last one of the month. She had purposely waited until the last workshop of the week to make an appearance.
After that fateful day, she could hardly look at Mr. Quincy without wanting to slap him, run away, or cry.
Sometimes all three.
And he knew it. He felt it. He saw it. It wasn't his fault, she knew. She just couldn't get over the fact that it had almost happened and he had pushed her away.
And now she'd have to spend even more time than the one period she had already shared with him that day.
Jamie handed Kat her Starbucks after she placed her last glove on and turned towards Jude.
"Don't go then," Jamie stated.
Jude rolled her eyes. She had to go. She didn't want to fail the class. And she sure as hell didn't want to give Tom anymore reason to push her away.
"Jamie," Kat said as she playfully pushed him sideways for his remark. "She has to go, it's for her grade. What kind of a friend are you?"
"Okay, then go," Jamie conceded.
Jude scoffed. "Thanks guys. You are so helpful."
"I try," Jamie replied, holding his warm coffee against his cold hands.
Jude looked down at her watch as they rounded the dreadful corner to his room. She had three minutes before she was officially late.
She put her free hand into the pocket of her leather jacket and grabbed her keys. She dangled them in front her, waiting for her friends to react.
"Pick me up at 4, guys. Not a minute later," Jude announced. She was not about to spend any more time at school than she had to. More specifically any more time with him.
"Gotcha," Kat replied, taking the keys from Jude and placing them in her jeans pocket.
"Ay ay, Captain," Jamie responded, saluting to Jude who laughed lightly. When he saw Kat place the keys in her pocket, he frowned. "Hey, how come I can't drive it this time?" Jamie asked.
"Get your license, Andrews, and then maybe she'll think about it," Kat replied, knowingly.
Jude snickered. Jamie still hadn't gotten his license, but always wanted to drive her Mustang. She knew that was not about to happen any time soon.
"I don't allow unlicensed drivers behind the wheel of the Pimp Mobile," Jude stated, trying to hold back a smirk.
"Hey, that rhymes," Kat said, high-fiving Jude.
Jamie looked at his best friends and pouted. He hated with they acted superior to him, just because they had their license. It wasn't his fault his Nana didn't trust him behind the wheel.
"And it's against the law, Jamie," Jude whispered, smirking.
Jamie rolled his eyes as the door in front of them opened with a bang.
Jude looked at the door and the person who stood in the threshold.
He was not laughing.
"You're late, Miss Harrison."
Jude quickly glanced at her watch. She still had a minute. She was about to give Quincy a piece of her mind when Kat spoke.
"Pick you up at 4, got it."
Jude stared at Kat, clenching her jaw. Feed me to the wolves. Thanks Kat, Jude thought.
Jamie stared at the trio in front of him, instantly knowing it was his time to go.
"Bye Jude."
Jude just nodded, never looking at her friends as her gaze was on someone else.
Kat turned around and Jamie made one final comment before following her.
"See ya, Quince," Jamie said, giving him a heads-up goodbye.
Mr. Quincy's jaw clenched. "It's Quinc-E!"
Jamie didn't look back as he fought to catch up with Kat who had already turned the corner.
Jude smiled widely, thankful for her best friends, no matter how dysfunctional they were sometimes.
Tom turned his face as his eyes bore into her body. She stared back at him, her face emotionless. In one swift movement, she walked underneath his extended arm and through the threshold, leaving him with a view of the air.
He clenched his jaw tighter and pulled the door away from its position against the wall, letting it fall back with a bang.
He wanted to get the workshop over as soon as possible now.
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It was 3:45 and they were still working. Jude was counting down the seconds before she could run out of the class and go home. They hadn't said a word to each other and Jude was thankful.
But Tom Quincy wasn't going to let her get away that easily.
He looked up from his stack of papers and out into the small group of students in front of him. She was staring down at her paper, twirling her pen like she had done a month before. He silently smirked to himself, thinking over his words before speaking. He needed her to comply.
He cleared his throat loudly, causing some students to look up but when he didn't say anything they went back to their work. He put his pen down and leaned back into his chair causing it to creak slightly. "Miss Harrison, can I speak to you after the workshop is over?" he asked the blonde sitting in the back of the group. Her head shot up and she glared at him.
Jude swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to say. She wanted him to understand. She clenched her jaw tightly before putting her pen down. "I don't think that's possible, Mr. Quincy. I don't have anything to say," she responded roughly.
The six other students in the room listened intently although they never looked up. They knew Jude to be rebellious, but they hadn't seen any type of friction between the pair before that afternoon. How anyone could deny Mr. Quincy was beyond them. They all liked him and they thought Jude did too.
How much she liked him, well, that they didn't know and never thought to ask.
He sighed heavily, seeing Jude as reluctant to give in so soon. It had been a month. Shouldn't she have already gotten over his slip-up?
It's not as if he hadn't wanted to kiss her. He just knew it couldn't happen here. At school.
"Five minutes, Jude. That's all I'm asking," he asked, his eyes pleading.
She stared at him and all of her resolve faded away. His eyes always got her. No matter what he said, she could tell what he was thinking, what he was feeling, when she looked into them. "Whatever," she muttered, trying to keep up her attitude, but he knew otherwise.
"Thank you."
She looked down at her page, trying to displace her attention from the situation at hand. "You're not welcome," she huffed. She looked at her worksheet. One more question. And then she was free. Well, almost.
He slightly smirked, but regained his composure quickly. "Once you turn in your worksheet, you may go," he announced to the group.
Five students immediately shot out of their seats and placed their papers on his desk before leaving the class.
Jude looked around her and saw only one other student beside herself in the classroom. She silently groaned at the scene in front of her, knowing if she didn't finish the last question on her worksheet fast, she'd be alone with him.
And that was something she didn't want. At all.
She glanced over the question for what seemed like forever, racking her brain, replayingthat day in her head. What was said. What wasn't said. How she felt. The way he looked into her eyes. When he completely crushed her by saying, "I think you should go."
She was so focused she didn't notice the other student finish and leave the room.
Despite her tries, she still was alone. With him.
"Jude?"
"Hmm?"
She glanced up from her paper and noticed he was the only one there. She clenched her jaw tightly as she realized she'd now have to speak to him. There was no other excuse.
"Can we talk?"
She looked away from Tom towards her paper, deciding to leave it blank. She didn't really care about the meaningless sheet anymore. She picked it up and got out of her seat, making her way towards Tom who sat behind his desk.
She placed the paper on top of the others and stood in front of him with her arms across her chest.
"I think I've said all that I need to say, Mr. Quincy," she announced, her eyes staring at him.
He slightly sighed. "Then let me talk and you can listen," he offered, hoping she'd warm up to him.
He stared at her for a few seconds and Jude could feel her knees shake underneath her. "Fine. Five minutes remember?" she replied.
"Yes," he responded with a nod. She was giving in, slowly but surely. And he knew it.
"Okay, you're down to four minutes and 53 – 52 – seconds," Jude replied, looking down at her watch.
She saw him staring at her and she knew what she was doing was going to make him mad. Maybe, just maybe, then he would feel as she had.
"Jude," he said, sternly, watching her gaze at her watch.
"50 – 49 – 48 –" she continued innocently.
He angrily rolled his eyes at her action. It was juvenile and they both knew it. "Jude!" he cried, his hand banging on the arm of his chair loudly.
"What?!" she yelled slightly, looking at him, her hands now on her hips. She clenched her jaw tightly, trying to keep her strength up. She knew the longer she stared at him, the worse she would be. The weaker she would be. The more likely it was that she'd give in to him.
"Would you stop being so Goddamn stubborn?" he asked, his voice rose. He hadn't expected to get angry so soon, but she really knew how to piss him off. And that was one sign that she knew him better than he thought she did.
She scoffed loudly, staring straight at him. She rolled her eyes angrily and waited silently. Expectantly. For whatever he had to say.
"I'm sorry," he replied sincerely.
She sighed loudly. She didn't want an apology. She didn't need it. She understood. But she wanted more. And she didn't know if he could give her that.
He noticed she was actually listening to him. He knew he needed to continue while he had the chance. "For everything. Pushing you away. Not responding."
She nodded her head as he sat and stared at her, waiting for a reaction. A sentence. A breath. Something. Anything.
But nothing came; instead, she looked away from him.
"Your paper…um, was…amazing," he replied, trying to grasp at something. Anything. Anything that would save their relationship.
She abruptly turned her head towards him, to match her body. She stared at him, waiting for him to go on.
For him to explain his thoughts. His feelings. To see if they matched with hers.
He stared back at her, trying to build up the courage to go on. Like she had done when she wrote the page.
He took a deep breath and continued, his voice slightly shaky.
"I think I love you."
She stared back at him, gazing into his eyes, trying to find truth in them. She knew she had heard him right. He had said the three words every girl dreams of hearing. But there was one problem.
He had said think before that.
"You think?" she asked, her voice low.
"Yeah." When he looked into her eyes, it was then that he realized his mistake. But she didn't let him correct it.
"So you don't know? You're not certain. Because I am. I know," she said as her voice rose with each word.
"Jude-" he started.
"You either know or you don't, Tom," she replied simply.
"It's not that simple!" he yelled.
Her eyes narrowed at his comment. It was. Simple. If he wanted things like he said he had, then it would be simple. But had he actually ever voiced what he wanted? He wanted this. Whatever this was. But their definition of this – was it the same? Or had she always wanted more and just never knew it?
She silently seethed as she stared at him. She wondered how she had gotten so deep without being certain. It wasn't like her. Yes, she was a rebel. Yes, she liked to live on the edge. But she wasn't stupid. And this – this – was stupid.
He wants this. He means it to me. He's never followed through before. He thinks about me. But – he doesn't know? How can he not know? she thought to herself, her mind going wild with their previous conversations and heated looks.
"Yes. It is. It's yes or no!" she cried, her voice loud.
Tom's eyes widened at the display in front of him. He was taken aback. He knew he had messed up, but he didn't know it was that big of a deal. "I-"
She breathed deeply. "Do you love me or not?" she asked, her voice in check.
"Jude-" he tried again.
"Yes or no?!" she asked, sternly. Her eyes bore into him. She had rendered him speechless and that was not a good thing.
He stared at her, not knowing what to say. His mind was foggy and he had her to thank for that.
"That's what I thought," she scoffed, throwing her hands up in defeat. "I can't-" she started as she abruptly turned around and stomped to her former desk.
He had had enough.
He shot out of his chair as she turned around. In one swift movement, he was in behind her, her back towards him. He breathed heavily, trying to keep his anger in check.
She felt his presence but didn't turn around. She muttered to herself as she roughly threw her things into her bag, not caring if they crumpled or messed up anything already in it. She pulled her bag off the chair in front of her and turned around hastily, running right into him, her face hitting his chest before bouncing off.
She gazed up at him, silently glaring at him viciously. She slipped her bag onto her arm before pushing him with all her might. He slipped back an inch but held his ground.
Working out did his body good.
"Get away from me," she lowly whispered, still glaring at him.
He smirked widely, his eyes sparkling, knowing he had gotten under her skin. And not in a good way either. That action only made Jude glare at him even more, if that was at all possible.
"I said-"
"I heard you. Loud and clear. All of it," he replied, a smirk slightly playing on his lips.
"How nice for you," she replied sardonically. "Now move out of my way."
She pushed him slightly, trying to get out of small space she was forced into. Her next bet was to start climbing over desks, but she hoped it didn't come to that.
He backed up a little, giving her some space, which she gladly took. She scuffled past him, trying to move closer to the door, but the moment she moved into the middle of the room, he grabbed her.
He threw his arms around her from behind and kept his grasp on her firm, leaving her little space to wiggle.
"I want you. With me. Every day. Forever," he replied clearly.
She angrily rolled her eyes, trying to remove herself from his arms. She thrust one shoulder and then the other, but his arms never left her sides.
"I want to wake up next to you. Every day. Forever," he continued.
"Stop it!" she cried angrily.
But he didn't stop. "I want to hold you in my arms. Every day. Forever," he continued, his grasp on her tightening. Her back was an inch away from his chest and she could feel him breathing heavily. She wanted to make him hurt so bad.
"Stop it!" she cried again, her resolve starting fall. She could feel her eyes starting to tear as he recited his version of her page to her.
"I want to kiss you. Every day. Forever," he said, as his lips reached her ear. She shuddered slightly, his breath against her skin. She twisted violently, trying to make him let her go. But he didn't.
"Shut up!"
"I want to make love to you. Every day. Forever," he continued. He wanted to make her understand. He needed her to understand. He wanted her in every way possible, so they had to be on the same page. And in a way they were. The same page that she had handed in for her homework a month prior.
"I hate you!" she yelled at him, tensing her entire body, trying to keep her tears at bay.
He whipped her around quickly so that she was facing him. She stumbled slightly, but he kept her upright. Her face was red as were her eyes. But there were no tears, just the visible start of them.
"Because I Love You. Every day. Forever," he recited slowly, gazing into her eyes. She wanted to believe him. She did. But even though his eyes were telling her the truth, she couldn't give in. Not yet anyway.
"No, you don't," she replied, sadly shaking her head. "You're telling me what I want to hear."
"I'm not," he responded defiantly.
She stared at him incredulously. First he couldn't make up his mind, and next he was feeding her lines that she had written about him. All just to cover his own ass. He needed to know. Not think. "Stop talking about things you don't know," she spat.
"Things I don't know?" he asked incredulously. As if she was an expert on love. Or an expert on the relationship that they were starting. The very relationship that could turn their world upside down. In good ways and in bad.
"Yes," she responded confidently, her resolve building up slightly. She thought she knew. Thought she understood. But understanding in theory would only get her so far.
"You write these words on a page and you think you understand them?" he asked, his eyes staring into her glossy ones.
"Yes, I do." She did. But did he? "You said it was our truth, Tom. Stop lying about things you can't handle."
He clenched his jaw tightly before responding. "I'm not lying, Jude," he responded clearly.
In the process of their heated discussion, Tom's grasp on Jude had relaxed slightly, but she never sought to move away from him. She looked over his shoulder, trying to find the words that would make things okay. But she couldn't. All she had were questions. If he knew all of these things, why hadn't he just spit them out when she'd asked? "Then why couldn't you say yes?" she asked, turning her attention back towards him.
He sighed slightly, knowing he had to give her an answer. "I don't like being given ultimatums."
Jude's brow furrowed slightly. "It wasn't an ultimatum."
A slight smirk registered on Tom's face at Jude's comment. "If I had said no, what would you have done?"
Jude looked away instantly, her breath caught in her throat. She knew what she would have done. And she knew that he also knew. It would have been the end to their beginning.
"You would have walked out of this room and spent the rest of the year, scorning me for my inability to think on my feet. I don't like being pressured," he finished as Jude stayed silent.
She looked back up at him and swallowed hard. That's exactly what she would have done.
"And if you had said yes?" she asked, thoughts starting to form in her head instantly.
Tom bit his bottom lip, staring at Jude. He shook his head slightly. "I don't know what you would have done," he said, swallowing hard. "That's what scares me the most."
Jude gazed into Tom's eyes as she heard him speak. It was true. All of it. And she hated it. It was easy for her to hate him. But she didn't like it. And now it was her turn to accept what he was offering her. Or she had to turn around and walk out the door, never knowing what could have been.
"Please understand, Jude. I never meant to hurt you. I want this. Us. To work. Please believe me," Tom said, his grip on Jude beginning to tighten with each confession.
Jude breathed deeply and nodded slightly. "I do." She was going to stand there and let him be a part of her. A part of something she hoped would be great.
Tom's eyes widened. "You do?" It was completely the opposite of what he had expected. She was so passionate about what she wanted. What she needed. And the moment she found out it was true, she gave in completely and utterly, so unlike himself. He was jaded and cynical, but he hoped she would break him of that.
"Yeah," she whispered.
"Thank you." He was thankful. Thankful that she had given him an unspoken invitation into her life. To be something to her. To be something for her. All of which he hoped he could live up to. Just as he had hoped that first day that she would live up to everything he had thought she was. And she had. Now it was his turn.
He roughly pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. She leaned into him, dropping her bag on his foot.
"Ow!" he cried.
She felt him look over his arm as he put his leg out, her bag falling to the floor.
"What do you have in there? Lead?" he asked.
"Bricks," she confirmed, smiling widely as she laid her head against his shoulder.
"That makes sense," he said, shrugging.
He felt her laughter resonate through her body and exit her mouth loudly. He loved her laugh. He loved her smile. He loved her.
He slightly pulled away and gazed into her eyes. He knew what had to be done. "I love you."
Jude stared at him, accessing the truth in his words as he waited patiently. "You think or you know?"
"I know. I know I love you. I know I am in love with you," he confessed, each word sending Jude a step closer to Cloud Nine.
A small smile spread across Jude's mouth as her eyes sparkled wildly. "Good," she responded, nodding once. That was all she could think. Good. She was too ecstatic that he had finally told her what she wanted to hear to think about anything else.
He playfully scoffed loudly, his grasp on her slipping, hers tightening.
"That's it? Good?"
"Yeah," she responded, nodding.
"And?" he asked expectantly. It had to be joke. Good? That's it?
Jude's smile widened slightly. He was so cute when he was insecure. "Um…thanks."
His eyes widened as Jude's smile did. "Jude!" he cried.
Her smile turned into a small smirk as he waited for response like an impatient child, his bottom lip slightly pouting. "I love you too," she whispered.
His pout turned into a cheeky smile. "Thanks." She loved him. And in that moment that's all he needed.
She slightly laughed as he pulled her closer to him. "You're welcome."
She laid her head on his shoulder again, drinking in the silence and warmth around her. It was right. It felt right. It felt good. This was how it was suppose to be.
"So…" she commented, breaking the comfortable silence around them.
"So…" he copied. He loved how she felt against him. It was the one thing he had been looking forward to. Contact. Since the moment he had placed his mouth next to her ear a month prior to the moment he had placed his hand on her arm, he had craved more. More in every sense of the word. Eventually he knew he would have it. Have it all. But for now, this worked.
"About this kissing and making love stuff?" she asked innocently, her face staring at the far wall.
"Jude!" he cried instantly. He felt her mouth move against his arm, but her voice hadn't travelled as fast. However, when he heard her question, he couldn't help but slightly scold her. That and secretly be thrilled that she was his. All his. Her body. And her mind. A mind that was very much like his.
"What?!" she asked innocently, lifting her face to gaze into his eyes. She tried to suppress a grin, but was doing a horrible job at it.
"You are worse than most guys!" he exclaimed, slightly smiling as well.
"Am not," she said, feigning hurt as she pouted.
He rolled his eyes at her childish antics. "Chill out."
"Fine. Whatever," she muttered lowly, placing her head back on his shoulder.
Tom slightly chuckled as he placed his hand on her head. "In due time, Girl."
She abruptly looked up, an inquisitive look painted on her face. "Girl?"
"Yeah. Girl," he responded. "You're my Girl."
"Your Girl?" she asked somewhat defiantly. But she was internally jumping up and down. She was his. And he had been the one to say it.
"Yeah," he responded confidently. He needed her to know. He wanted her to know. It was just one more way that he was able to tell her what she meant to him.
Jude pretended to think about his assertion for a few seconds before she nodded. "I like it."
"Me too," he responded as he ran his fingers through her hair.
She laid her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes tightly. She wanted to remember the feeling of his arms around her. Because in the pit of her stomach she knew the feeling wouldn't last forever. It couldn't last forever.
"Tom, what time is it?" she muttered a minute later. She was beginning to fall asleep in his arms as he continued to run his fingers through her hair.
Tom removed his hand from her hair and checked his watch. "4:30. Why?"
Jude immediately let go of Tom and tried to back up, but he kept her in his arms. "Shit." She looked up at him and frowned slightly. "Sorry!"
"What?! Why?!" he asked, her body slipping from his grasp. What was so important that she had to leave the perfect moment they were sharing?
"I've got to go," she replied shortly as she reached down to pick up her bag from the floor.
"Why?" he asked again, somewhat impatient.
"My friends are picking me up," she responded as she placed her bag on her shoulder. He stared at her for a few seconds, trying to rack his brain as to why that was important. "At 4," she finished. Then the light bulb went on in Tom's head.
"Oh, okay. Go," he said quickly.
"Okay," she said, nodding. She turned to leave when he grabbed her arm. She turned around to face him, looking at him curiously.
He let go of her arm and grabbed her face. She stared at him, slightly anxious as to what was to come. He pulled her face towards him, closing the gap between them. Her eyes met his chin as he lightly kissed her forehead. She smiled widely as he released her face and she looked at him. His eyes sparkled as he gazed at her lovingly. She blushed heavily as his gazed penetrated her body.
She slowly backed away from him towards the door. Immediately her backside hit the nearest desk. He laughed loudly and she blushed even more vividly as she scooted across the desk getting closer to the door.
"Bye," she squeaked as she reached the door.
"Bye Girl," he responded, smiling widely. She smiled back and turned the knob behind her before disappearing behind the door. The door shut loudly and Tom sighed heavily.
He loved her, he really did. But how much more of this drama he was going to be able to take was decreasing by the minute. He wanted them to work. He needed them to work.
Because she was his Girl. And he was in love with her.
He rubbed his fingers against each other as they reveled in the softness of Jude' hair. He threw himself into his chair, closing his eyes as he replayed the last two hours in his mind. It was moments like that that would make their relationship work, he knew.
Nothing else could compare. As long as the drama stayed at bay.
She ran as fast as she possibly could around the corner, seeing her car come into view. She saw her best friends sitting in her car as the engine ran idly.
She reached the passenger door and pulled hard, the door opening quickly. She jumped into the car, her friends looking at her expectantly. She was breathing heavily, her face rosy from the cold air outside and her physical exertion.
She slammed the door and put her seat belt on hastily, ignoring her friends' glares. "Sorry," she muttered, looking back at them. She put her bag on the seat next to her as Jamie looked over his shoulder.
"It's okay. We like sitting in the car that has no heater when it's 20 degrees outside," he commented as he rubbed his gloved hands together for warmth.
"Okay, I'm sorry," she cried. "It won't happen again." And it wouldn't. Because she'd be driving herself home from now on.
"We got caught up," she muttered lowly, a smirk slightly playing on her face. Kat stared at her best friend from the Mustang's rearview mirror. She was smiling. A wide, toothy smile. Something was very wrong with that picture. Especially since Jude had just gotten out a class she had tried hours earlier to get them to tell her not to go to.
She eyed her friend for a few more seconds before shrugging it off. She'd question later. She had more important things to attend to.
"Coffee run?" Kat asked, turning to her friends.
"Uh…do you even have to ask?" Jamie asked, staring at Kat, as he still tried to form warmth between his hands.
"Okay, I'm sorry. It won't happen again," Kat mocked, slightly winking at Jude.
Jude slightly chuckled at her debating friends and shook her head as Kat pulled away from the curb. She loved them immensely and always would.
But there was someone else she now loved as well.
And she always would.
A Mr. Tom Quincy.
Her teacher.
A/N:Preview
Chapter 8
"Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder, Doesn't It?"
It had actually caused him to fumble in his classes. He had spent the first fifteen minutes talking in circles, waiting for her to show up, but she never did. Now he has to resort to actually talking to someone his own age. If such a teacher actually existed.
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Jude opened her mouth and sang. She abruptly stopped and her hand flew to her mouth. It was burning. Like it was on fire. And it hurt like hell.
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As he subconsciously glanced at the front over, something in the corner of his vision caught his eye. He glanced towards it quickly, his breath catching in his throat.
His eyes widened and slowly his arms dropped onto the table.
It was her. He was sure. Albeit he could only see her from behind, but still. He knew her like the back of his hand.
A/N 2: This is the last time you can send in your thoughts on the quotes that I posted in Chapter 5. Maybe the preview above gave you a better idea of what's to come, I don't know. Thanks!