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“He's pretty hot, isn’t he?” Asks Ilene as she watches the waiter walk away from our booth and to the kitchen to put in our order.
“Who?”
Isabelle asks while also looking at me with a smirk because we both know how Ilene is when it comes to men. She is extremely flirtatious, but she hasn't met a man that can handle how strong of a woman she is. I wish I had just a sliver of confidence that she has.
“The waiter, look at his ass. It's so perky and plump, I wonder if he works out.” Ilene says, not taking her eyesoff the man.
“I'm pretty sure I saw a ring on his left finger there, sorry to kill your fantasy honey.” I start laughing and Izzy joins in.
Ilene rolls her eyes and sighs. “The hot ones are always married or crazy.”
“Well, back to your writing, when will you be releasing your first book here Ms. Allison Pierce up and coming, author? You’re going to publish under your maiden name, right?” I look at Isabelle and shrug as I'm sipping my mimosa.
“I need to finish my degree first and figure out what I'm passionate about when it comes to writing a book. I think I’ll use pierce; it sounds better than Dolan.”
“You could always write some erotica books; I would read those in a heartbeat,” Ilene says with a devilish smirk on her face.
“What inspired you to want to write? I know law school was always your other choice but why didn't you pursue writing first?”
Isabelle didn't take twelfth grade English with me, so she never met the greatest teacher I ever had. Ilene was in my class, but I doubt she remembers our teacher. It was so long ago, and I didn't think she was as close to him as I was.
“Oh, I know who inspired her to write? Didn’t you have Mr. Laclaire for twelfth grade English Isabelle?”
My face begins to get warm in the cheeks and I can feel that I'm blushing just at the sound of his name. Isabelle faces me and opens her mouth with a little shock and nudges my shoulder with hers.
“You never told me that he was your inspiration for wanting to pursue writing.”
“He wasn't the only reason I wanted to write; I've always loved writing. He was just the only one who took me seriously when I said I wanted to do it professionally.”
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I start towards Dexter’s classroom after finishing the last line in my book. I’ve been working on this story since the beginning of the year. I’m still reserved about whether I should tell him that I wrote this. He always makes everything I do into a big accomplishment. In my head it is just another thing I finished that would amount to nothing.
I think that’s why I always find myself going to Dexter when I do something. His praise is something that I seek since I’m lacking it back at home. He always leaves me feeling on top of this world. He always knows what to say and when. I take my seat at my desk and Dexter turns around and smiles.
“What do we have here?” My heart is telling me to show him, but my brain is telling me that its nothing special. I go back and forth inside myself.My brain wins!
“Oh, it’s nothing, just a book I finished.” His eyes light up with excitement.
“That’s amazing Ally. You should be so proud of yourself!” I smile but shrink in my chair because it’s not that big ofa deal.
“Can I read it?” I start to panic and grab the notebook and put it in my backpack.
“No! I mean, it’s not edited yet. So technically it’s not ready!” He chuckles at my indecisiveness.
“Well, I look forward to reading it in the future!”
I nod and he returns back to his desk as other students start to show up for class. I don’t think I want him to read this ever! Who wants their English teacher to read a book about themselves falling in love with one of their students?
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They both look at each other and then at me and tilt their heads slightly knowing that there is more to the story than that. I truly didn't think that Ilene would remember Mr. Laclaire but I guess that it's partly my fault for him being more memorable than other teachers. I had a crush on that man since the first day of English class and never stopped swooning over him throughout the senior year.
It’s crazy that I have so many memories all from within a one-year span and all of them are positive. He was a great teacher and soon became a great friend as well. He was always there if you needed help with schoolwork or if you were going through something and just needed to talk. I think that is why I was so attracted to him; you could tell that he had such a good heart. I was extremely attracted to him in the physical sense.
He was much taller than I was, but he was also twenty-seven years old, and I was seventeen years old at the time so that made sense. He had dark brown hair, and it was always styled like a side part, his facial hair made me more physically attracted to him. He didn't have muscles, that I could tell but I never saw him without his khakis and dress shirt on, so that will forever remain a mystery. I didn't have a preference on body type when I was younger. That could have been because my self-image was awful, and I would take an interest in any man that would give me attention.
They never stayed long when they found out I wouldn't just sleep with them. Mr. Laclaire helped me with my self-image every time he told me that I was incredible.Not like that…unfortunately.I think that is why I feel indebted to him to follow my dream and pursue writing.He always told us to not care what others thought of us and to always do what made us happy.Easier said than done.
