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“Good. Then I’ll do it.”
"Wait. Think it through. Our English teacher informed us that she won't come back for the new semester. She wants to take care of her baby. You can keep the job. Don't come to a decision so quickly. Take a week to decide. I won't accept any answer from you earlier than that. You young men like to make decisions with your dicks."
"Stop. Talking." I growled, and thankfully he did.
“Well, decide what to do young man. And take this advice from me, No pussy is worth your career.”
I strolled toward him and hit my fists on his desk. "In my dictionary, you are a pussy, and you're not worth a dime. But her… she's worth so much more than my career. She's worth everything."
I inhale and exhale slowly to calm myself. Every time I remember his words about Eva, I regret not breaking his bones.
I made my decision before I left his office, but I still took the time just so I can calm down.
As I sit in my truck now, I’m still sure of my decision. I don’t know if I’ll find another teaching job, but I don’t care. I’d work in a cafe, or wherever that would take me to make money. Everything in my future would be figured out as long as that future involves Eva.
That girl grabbed my attention since the first second I laid eyes on her. She demanded my interest without doing anything. She fascinated me. Evangeline Faye has the biggest heart I know. She loves and cares even though everyone gives her a reason not to.
Her happiness, her pain, her voice, her smile… everything about her makes me fall in love with her every fucking day.
And I want her in my life. Every day until the last.
24
Eva
Time is an odd thing.
When you want it to hurry up, it drags, but when you want to stop the time, it slips from your hands.
Time is cruel.
I don't believe it heals. I think it tortures.
When you suffer, it slows, so you suffer longer. When you're happy, it moves faster, so your happiness doesn't stay long.
That's what happened with Elijah and me. We were so happy in the last three months. I laughed like I've never laughed. I loved like I've never loved another. And he loved me like I've never been. Even though the words haven’t been said, I know what I feel.
But the cruel bitch time didn't like it. It moved so fast, our limited time came to an end.
As I sit in the class, the excitement in the air makes me want to gag. People are over the moon that high school finally ends. They don’t know what it means for me.
It’s funny how things quickly change. I used to count down to this day, now all I want is to stop the time.
“Miss Faye?” Mrs. Jenkins, the chemistry teacher, shakes me from my thoughts.
I frown when I see the paper in her hand. “Mr. John is asking for you.”
My frown deepens. The worry inside me multiplies as I grab my bag and make my way out of the class.
With every step I take toward the headmaster's office, dread sets its root inside me more and more. Maybe it's my already sour mood, or maybe it's just a strange intuition, but I can't shake the feeling that something bad will happen. My feet want to go back to class. No. They want to go back to Elijah. To our beautiful bubble full of laughter and love.
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bsp; My palms get sweaty as I look around. The nurse and Mrs. Green's offices look empty. They must've left early. That should give me relief. At least I won't be sent to counselor's office, but instead, it just makes me feel like spiders running through my skin.
There's no reason for me to feel like this. I've been in this building, in his office more than I can count during my high school years. Then why do I feel like this visit will ruin the bubble I came to love so much?
I try to think of this morning with Elijah. But even that doesn't ease the hold around my heart. He was different this last week. It was like Déjà vu of his first week here, barely seeing each other, other than in passing as he was at school working on his novel more and more each night. In the moments we did have together he was distracted and restless like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every touch he graced me with seemed almost hesitant, a mere shadow of his usual all-consuming caress. I thought he was as sad as I am that our time is ending, but now I wonder if there was something else that has been bothering him.
