May 30, 2023 5:36 am
Math Class, End of First Period (Emily)
When the other kids have all bolted, walked, or shuffled out of the room, Emily walks towards the front of the class, where Mr. Edge awaits. Mr. Edge, whom she's been crushing on since first laying eyes on him. He was just so sophisticated and suave. So charming and smart -- so different from most of the dunderhead teen boys and failed-at-life male teachers that she walked forward despite Lily's look... and the alarms sounding in her head.
Edge just smiles as Emily asks her question, and then he gets up and walks to the back door, which his straggling students have left open.
"The assignment, Emily, is meaningless. A waste of time, yours and mine." Closing the back door, he makes his way back to his desk, where the teenager awaits. "There are other things in life than academics, Emily. Other things a man can teach a young woman. Even things a young woman can teach a man."
He's suddenly right in front of her, bigger than life. He doesn't smell like that awesome cologne, though, and his hair is... off. And he needs a shave. The man is still 29 flavors of sexy, but something is different.
He's reaching out then, and his hand lands on the girl's shoulder, where it stays. Firm, and warm.
"Did you have something you wanted to tell me, too?"
Mr. Edge
When the other kids have all bolted, walked, or shuffled out of the room, Emily walks towards the front of the class, where Mr. Edge awaits. Mr. Edge, whom she's been crushing on since first laying eyes on him. He was just so sophisticated and suave. So charming and smart -- so different from most of the dunderhead teen boys and failed-at-life male teachers that she walked forward despite Lily's look... and the alarms sounding in her head.
Edge just smiles as Emily asks her question, and then he gets up and walks to the back door, which his straggling students have left open.
"The assignment, Emily, is meaningless. A waste of time, yours and mine." Closing the back door, he makes his way back to his desk, where the teenager awaits. "There are other things in life than academics, Emily. Other things a man can teach a young woman. Even things a young woman can teach a man."
He's suddenly right in front of her, bigger than life. He doesn't smell like that awesome cologne, though, and his hair is... off. And he needs a shave. The man is still 29 flavors of sexy, but something is different.
He's reaching out then, and his hand lands on the girl's shoulder, where it stays. Firm, and warm.
"Did you have something you wanted to tell me, too?"
