Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

Clad in his usual brown shoes, khakis, a white and black checkered, collared shirt that looked like it had been in style ten years ago and unusually hip glasses, Grant strode into the room. Pretending nothing was wrong, even if he would try to avoid eye cotact with Elizabeth. He'd teach his lesson and then retreat into his office, hoping that nobody would show up during his office hours, as usual. Even at his level, it seemed like far too many people were reluctant to accept help, criticism, even if they were paying thousands upon thousands just for the right to take courses, not just pass- He didn't even get in to the room. It took a moment after he walked through the door - his body instinctively retreating at the sight of someone pressing into his personal space - before Grant realized that he was all but being forced into the hallway. And it was Elizabeth pushing into him, all but pressing him into a wall before she finally spoke. Grant knew her well enough to know the difference between when she was being condescending, arrogant, or tiresome, and when she was really angry. The first time he'd seen it actually didn't involved him, but a fellow student who had miscalculated on an experiment time. It had ruined weeks of work, but it had told him enough. She had quite the temper on her when she wanted to. And right now, it seemed Elizabeth wanted to show him he was angry. A poke in his chest, not a hard one, but threatening enough that he was too stunned to even meet her gaze for the first few words. Listen, Mr. You're can't cum unless I say so ... I don't think what you did last night was funny, not one bit. Did you even stop to think I have feelings? Sure I'm smart, maybe I seem like I'm on a different level from you, but I'm human too. And what you said, it really upset me. I couldn't sleep a wink last night because of you. It was traumatic. I want an apology. Maybe a written apology, I haven't decided if that will be enough yet. But I need something from you, that much is clear. And it better be a good apology for the night you put me through! Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. Grant wanted to be cool, wanted to just shrug it off, wanted to know that she would eventually be under his thumb, begging and pleading with him for release, degrading herself towards the man she'd irked, said no to, treated like dirt even though he was above her. But he wasn't that person. Right now, all he had were a batch of really good cookies according to what everyone else had said for obvious reasons he hadn't felt comfortable trying them himself. Which made him, human, and weak. All right. All right. He held up his hands, trying to placate her, calm her down...basically get her finger out of his chest. Take it easy. It was a party, I'd had a few and said some things I shouldn't have. He was pleading, soft, trying to avoid a scene and for anyone to know they were even out here the class was supposed to start any moment. But we can't do this now. I have a tutorial to run and... He grimaced. Of course, she wasn't going to make this easy. We do not have time for this right now. Now it was Grant's turn to lose patience, anger mixed in with the fear into an emotional concoction he did not want to famliarize himself with. I've got office hours tonight - if you want more then just an 'I'm sorry', come in then. Shaking his head, he shouldered past her back into his classroom, intent on teaching his lesson and getting this part of the day over with. Either way, it'd be better by the end of it.