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I’m the guilty one in this whole situation. I could’ve been a better professor, someone accessible and understanding with my students. I should’ve cared more. Half of the class is failing. I think that speaks more about me as a professional than the diplomas on my walls.
That’s why I’ve decided not to take action against you or McKinley. These past days of tension have been punishment enough. Not everyone learns in the same way, and not everyone is talented in the same things.
I took my time learning more about you. You’re a photographer with an excellent eye for the moments that you want to immortalize, and you don’t deserve to be excluded from the opportunity to polish your abilities and talent.
I do advise you not to make this a habit. You won’t get any more chances at finishing your degree. However, please, continue to be the same blunt and honesthumanyou are today.
Sincerely,
Dr. Adeline Byrne.
The Harpy.
I blink a couple of times,trying to avoid the tears that have clouded my vision. I reread everything to make sure that I didn’t make a mistake and that I understood everything. I need to know that I’m not imagine this. I read it three times before I raise my gaze from my phone, observing everyone around me.
“I get to stay,” I mumble, and a couple of tears stream down my face.
“What?” Stanley blurts out.
I sob as I smile, unable to control myself from the wave of overwhelming emotions. I’m so happy that I could be floating in the clouds.
“I’m not getting expelled,” I announce, and I start crying harder.
Stanley wraps me with his arms. I cling to his torso, closing my eyes as I absorb this moment of plain and real happiness. Backing off, I kiss him softly.
“Don’t I get some love too?” Ryder interrupts our moment.
“Fuck off, Ry,” Stanley says, pushing him away when he tries to join our hug. I bite my lips, failing miserably at hiding a smile. “How do you feel?”
“Happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”
Epilogue
Bree is freaking out in the seat next to me when the plane lands in Florida. She doesn’t have any issues with planes in general and doesn’t think that it’s going to fall into pieces. No, her whole chaos is because she’s finally meeting my parents in person.
We spent Christmas with her family, and now we’re going to spend New Year’s Eve with mine. It was a mutual agreement to spend time with our loved ones without being apart for so long.
“Oh, Lord. I should buy a ticket and take a plane back home,” Bree comments, sinking in her seat, allowing herself to be a prey of panic.
I roll my eyes because she couldn’t be more dramatic if she tried to. Not even I got to that point when I met her parents, and Austin was way more intimidating than mine will ever be.
“Bree, you talk to my mom once a week. What’s the difference now?” I ask her, trying to prove my point.
For the past couple of weeks, Bree has been answering the calls from my mother, teaming up to embarrass me. Which has been a torture, but I’ve survived. It’s something that I have to deal with because knowing that my two favorite females in the world get along is an accomplishment. We’re one of those few couples that get along with the parents of the other. That’s what I call luck.
“I don’t know.” Bree shrugs, showing that she doesn’t have a real reason to be afraid. “What if she sees me and thinks that I don’t deserve her baby?”
I groan.
The last part is to mess with me because my mom made the colossal mistake of calling meher babyin front of Bree. That’s clearly something that my girlfriend will never allow me to get over.
“Don’t be silly, Bree.”
“You’re the worst person to give moral support, you know?”
I scoff.
“You don’t need support. You need to shake away the fear because they already love you,” I assure her.
