two

Another day passed by very quickly and I still couldn't believe how interesting my lecturers were. I hadn't expected university to be this way but I actually began to like it.

Specifically Ms Flynn. She was a total geek like me I supposed. She liked movies such as The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings, superheroes and she loved classical music. Not to mention she liked certain art and books that I was also into.  She seemed pretty interesting to me. This was slightly weird though, considering none of my friends in the past seemed to be into the same things. But then again, I could only assume it was pure luck that I was able to interact with someone as lovely as her.

As usual, however, there was a downside to this interaction.

Ms Flynn never speaks to me or asks me questions during class. There were times in class when we would be completing our work, or doing an exercise and she would go around the room and help others, but she would never stop to assist me. She just passed me straight yet, she would always check Darcy's work.  It seemed unfair, especially since I wanted to get her attention for some odd reason.

Why was I craving this interaction between her and myself? I've never really cared much about what teachers or lecturers thought of me yet this time, all I cared about was how I looked in front of her.

Anyhow, it was on a Friday afternoon, when we had her.  It was an afternoon class, the ones I despised since my concentration levels faded drastically during this time. In addition to the fact that it was Friday. By now I was very much shut off from doing any sort of work and just aiming to survive a class without a hitch.

Yet, that hoped scenario was not for me.

Ms Flynn came to class late that day and she plainly said that she didn't feel like doing any work, it was odd that lecturers were so carefree. This would have never happened in my past schools.

She assigned us homework along with a group discussion to do during class then flopped down on the teacher's desk. Ms Flynn folded her right leg over her left causing her tight pencil skirt to ride up and making it even easier for one to see her long, toned legs. I glanced around at the class to see if anyone else had noticed this. But everyone else was busy with their little group discussions. Thus, I was the only one who noticed. Feeling slightly flustered, I sat back on my seat and started to doodle on my notebook as j listened to Darcy talk about the case study.

I tend to draw or write a lot when I'm nervous, especially if I'm surrounded by people. It helps me to switch my concentration from one thing to another. And it is just an overall way to calm myself down. I still didn't understand why I got so nervous in her class.

Was I developing a crush on my teacher? This couldn't be. She's my lecturer and she's a girl. Maybe I just really like her. Maybe I was overthinking this entire situation.

However, it was long before I was interrupted when by the melodic sound of her voice. She was laughing and chatting with the other students, yet she didn't even spare me a glance. I felt somewhat underwhelmed, I mean if you're sitting in a class full of persons who are laughing and having fun when you are all alone by yourself, you tend to feel kind of left out, even if it's in university.

Though, it was nothing new. I sucked it up and simply shrugged it off then I continued to draw. That's when I saw someone standing in front of me. I slowly raised my head to see Ms Flynn. She looked so pretty, her black hair slightly wavy, her black pencil skirt and blue shirt and not forgetting her deep red lipstick. I am always jealous of how fairer persons could look so lovely in red lipstick but I can't because of my dark skin tone. Yet Darcy kept telling me that my skin tone wasn't the problem, it was my perception of beauty.  She believes that my statement was wrong and that anyone can look gorgeous in red lipstick. I want to believe her but when I look in the mirror I see otherwise.

Ms Flynn looked down at me,  "Is that the colour bra strap you should be wearing? " she asked.

I immediately glanced at my shoulder, under my white shirt was a neon green bra strap. According to the regulations in the university rule pamphlet, the attire must not be distracting nor must your undergarments show.  But this was university,  I had no idea I'd be in trouble over a bra strap.  I tapped the pencil against the paper of my notebook, my lips parting slowly as I was about to speak when -

Oops.

The pencil tumbled out of my fingers and rolled off the desk. My eyes following it as it landed with a soft thud.

"I am so sorry but I had to rush to school this morning, " I mumbled. I was about to get up and pick up my pencil when Ms Flynn gave me a stern look and stopped me.

"It's okay, but try to keep the colours for your boyfriend, " she said. There was a hint of condescension in her voice.

"I..I don't have one, " I stuttered still a little shocked from what she had said.

Ms Flynn chuckled and bent down to pick up my pencil. As she did I caught a glimpse of the inside her shirt where a fair amount of cleavage was showing.  I blinked and quickly looked away, my cheeks burning slightly.  She stood up and handed my pencil back.  Then she walked back to her desk and as soon as she got there. Ms Flynn looked up at the clock and realised the class was supposed to be over by now.

Thank god.

She dismissed the class and everyone began to file out of the room.

I snatched up my bag and packed everything away as quickly as I could. Yet, I wasn't as fast as my lecturer who grabbed her stuff oh so quickly.

Ms Flynn left promptly and I seriously wouldn't blame her for doing so.   I can't believe this, it was the first time she had ever spoken to me and it was to correct me on my fashion choices.  I felt so embarrassed and slightly stupid, to say the least. What was worse was that even after it all I still wanted another opportunity to interact with her. It was more of a redemption arc if I had to explain it. But, I just know it sounds dumb.

Why was I trying so hard to impress this woman?

Why was I always flustered around her?

Why am I noticing the mild seductiveness that flowed from her?

Why..  why can't I just think straight?

These thoughts plagued my mind as I sat in the car and faced the other cars in the parking lot.  I pressed my palms flat against my face and let a scream escape my mouth.  Once I felt better I moved my fingers to see an older lecturer starring at me from outside with a terrified look on his face.

I sent my window down and apologized to him before sinking in the car seat.  Time to add this to the list of embarrassing things that occurred today.

Later on in the afternoon, I arrived home, after driving around to clear my mind for at least half an hour. As soon as I walked into the driveway, I saw my mother, Asha and Matthew packing suitcases into the car.

"What's going on?" I asked as I walked over to where they were standing.

"Hi darling, we'll be gone for the weekend, it is for some business stuff. "  My mother answered while stuffing a duffle bag in the backseat. She was such a nice mother, the best one I could have wished for and after years, she was finally getting to travel with Matthew.

"Yes Ley, but don't worry we will call in every night to make sure you're okay. Plus you have your older brother," Matthew added as he closed the trunk and walked to the driver side of the car.

The thought of my older step-brother made me cringe slightly. He wasn't a bad person,  just an odd one. Yet, the thought of staying with him stressed me out even more.

"Wait, but when did you guys know you have to leave? " I crossed my arms and waited for a response. This is unlike them, they don't usually leave for an entire weekend and only now tell me. I mean I didn't mind being alone but a head's up would have been kind of nice. That way I could have invited Darcy or even bought food.

"Just this morning, " Matthew added as he closed the car door. "I have to throw a business pitch for a new product that we are going to market."

I nodded.

"Its okay hun,  We'll see you Monday evening," Mum said.  She hugged me tightly while Matthew started the car.  I hugged her back, then I watched as my parents left. I headed back inside the house and locked the front door.

Safety first.

Next, I changed out of my school outfit and sat down to watch some TV. I had the entire weekend so I didn't bother starting any homework or projects until Saturday. All I wanted to do was eat and watch TV like the lazy child I am.

However, fate wasn't as kind as I hoped and at around 6 o'clock I got a text from my older step-brother, Kai. It said that he was going to spend the night with his girlfriend and that he would be home either late Saturday night or early Sunday morning. I sighed and leaned back on the couch.  It wasn't a shocker since he usually does it even when my parents are home.

Fortunately, my mom got a lot less protective after my dad passed which led to us being allowed certain, 'privileges'.

I didn't complain.

I was snapped out of thought when I heard the doorbell ring annoyingly. There was only one person who ever pressed the doorbell so quickly without ceasing.  I walked to the front door and checked through the window to ensure that it was the same person I deduced.

Darcy.

I opened the door and let her in.  She seemed super excited for some reason yet, I wasn't sure if I wanted to know why that was.