Late Nights And All That Entails

[5]

"Some of the best moments in life are the one you can't tell anyone about."
- Unknown

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We're walking down the stairs - and there are many stairs! How do they think we can get up and down all of these in five minute breaks while getting everything we need for the next class? We're not metahumans, we're students! Dear lord.

Tristan and David are currently talking about some boxing game with me third wheeling by Tristan's side. I love being the third wheel, it always makes me feel special and cared about.

Sarcasm.

"Guys, hold up," I interrupt their discussion. They both looks over at me as I stop in my tracks, "I've still got my stuff in the classroom."

Tristan sighs, "I'll go get it. Which room?"

"707." I answer him. He nods and starts jogging up the stairs again. I look over at David.

"So..." I drag out. Why. Why in the name of Jesus Christ my lord and savior of Trump's hairstyle, am I always so goddamn awkward around people I don't know? And people I know as well? Why am I even awkward?

"So?" He repeats, arching an eyebrow at me.

I reach my hand out to him, putting on a smile, "As we haven't really introduced ourselves yet, I'm Judy." He shakes my hand, smiling weakly.

"David," He drops my hand, "So you're new here, huh?" I nod, "Where did you live before?"

"I'm from Tinston, but my parents got replaced here through work so we had to move." I explain. He raises his eyebrows.

"What about your friends?" He asks.

I sigh, "Well, we were going separate ways after this year either way, so I guess it doesn't really make such a big difference. Of course I miss them, but we'll still keep in touch."

"But a year can be worth a lot, especially if it's your last with your buds." David articulates. I run a hand through my hair, nodding.

"Yeah, you're right. The thing is though that the teachers sucked ass so my grades dropped. I guess changing schools is a good thing, that I've got a better chance to get into the collage I want to," I look up at David, "After all, this is the last year."

David let's out a chuckle, "Yeah, the teachers here are actually pretty accurate. Although," He holds up a finger and leans in closer, "Watch out for Ian Castro, the P.E teacher, if you're not looking for a teacher-student relationship, because he is."

A humored smile breaks out on my face as I look at David, "Seriously? How old is he?" I have never known a teacher who's into their students, I've only heard about it.

He speaks in a lower voice, "He can't be more than 30. And I'm not gonna lie, he's a good looking guy," David holds his hands up and smiles, "I'm not gay or anything, my dick is straight as fuck, but man to man, I have to admit he's hot for a teacher."

I burst out laughing. David just stands there, watching me overreact to what he just told me.

I try my best calming myself and take a deep breath, "Oh god, this is amazing." I grin.

He blinks at me, "Why, are you into teachers..?"

I gape at him and start snickering, "No! I'm not into teachers, but this can...you know, make P.E at least a bit more interesting." I wiggle my eyebrows at him and he rolls his eyes, but I notice the hint of a smile on his lips.