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Sean
Ihate to admit that working with Logan is starting to grow on me. There are parts of him that I can appreciate, like how dependable he is, but there are other parts that still irk me. He’s so tightly wound, sometimes I just want to shake his shoulders and tell him to relax.
The worst part about today? Evelyn isn’t in this class, so there’s not even a nice little distraction.
From the moment I walked into the classroom today, Logan hasn’t met my eyes once.
“Hi,” I say.
No response.
I can feel his tension and his pissed off inner rage that he wouldn’t dare show to anyone, I can tell it’s there. He’s boiling just beneath the surface.
At first, I thought that he was just in a bad mood, but now I can feel his anger pointed toward me.
What the hell did I do? I thought we were starting to get a grip on each other’s presence, especially after yesterday when we played Evelyn together, the way she played us, but something is wrong.
I’m watching him lecture, and he pauses to look through some folders.
“This isn’t it,” Logan mumbles.
He tosses a folder,myfolder, in the trash.
What the hell?! I just watched him look in it, there’s no way he didn’t know that was mine, and he threw it in the trash like that?
Now I’m starting to simmer. I want to scream at him, but I won’t, at least not in front of the class.
We’re balancing on a fine line with our students in terms of respect, which I’m sure anyone who teaches understands, but the struggle is amplified because we’re well-known.
A lot of students just want our names attached to things or want to see what we’re like and post about us on social media. That’s all fine, we simply have to have a tight grip of what’s okay and not okay and our lines of respect.
If I cross him in front of the students, I’d lose respect from half of them, and he’d lose respect from the other half. I’m not going to do that to him.
“Actually, I think-”
“A lot of understanding business has to do with psychology.”
Okay, Logan. You’re really making me take the high road here. I’m being ignored, cut off, and blatantly disrespected.
The bell rings and I can feel a weight being lifted as the students pile out of the classroom. At least I don’t have to fake being chipper with him now.
I walk to the door to close it behind them and make my way back to my desk. The air is thick again. As I pass Logan’s desk to grab my folder out of the trash, he whips around. Logan’s shoulder collides with mine, making me stumble.
For the first time today, he looks me in the eye.
No apology comes out of his mouth and his chiseled jaw is set tight. His brow is furrowed, and tension squeezes his lids.
He begins walking away, but I’m not about to let him pull this shit. Now, I’m fed up.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I say with unintentionally tight fists.
Logan’s head whips toward mine.
“Myproblem? What the fuck isyourproblem?”
“I’m not the one with the over aggression, asshole! You’ve been ignoring my presence, you threw my stuff in the trash, and you blatantly cut me off in front of the class.”
Logan smirks instead of replying.
