Thread: English 2352 {DearestDarling & Dane Stalling}

Surely, she would probably be expelled. Right? Was her stupid, sexy prank worth throwing her education away? Yes. No. She tried her best to appear bored in class, barely looking up from the legal pad that was marked with the frenzied notes of a madwoman. He had licked her. She had that trump card to play, should he decide to try to take some kind of action against her. He had taken hold of the tie she wore, pulled her so close that she could taste the burnt coffee on his breath, and slid his tongue across her lip... She touched her own tongue to her lip, as though she were concentrating on her notes. Fuck. Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up a purple pen, waiting for the other shoe to drop. A Power Point. Fucking slides . About point of view. She remembered learning the same lesson, in not so many words, sometime before she had completed the third grade. Was he even trying at this point, or was he comfortable with phoning it in, because some stupid board was happy with him. She fumed, crossing her legs under the desk, as if closing her posture might contain the outburst that threatened to escape. Where was the man that had mused about hell and black coffee, did he only come out to play after he'd had a few? Refusing to teach actual engaging literature was one thing, but this? This elementary school lesson? She raised her hand at each question, her arm extended straight as could be, something scathing on her tongue each time, but he refused to call on her. Was this punishment? Was he afraid of her? She stopped right in front of her desk, but he wouldn't even look at her. She slapped her hand down on the desk, uncaring of the attention it drew from other students. He had found her special purgatory, and he was exploiting it. Whose Facebook page had he stolen all of the selfies from, anyway....? It was quick, but she saw it. He had taken the picture, the one she had sent in a late-night bout of lack of judgement, blown it up, and put it on a screen for everyone to see. Fucking bastard. He had surprised her, but rather than delight her, shock trickled down her spine like cold, runny egg. He had taken her gift and tried to humiliate her with it. Jack flipped the lights back on. Rosalie's face was flushed with the fury she was withholding, glaring up at the professor with a look that would surely kill him, if her intentions were made material. Let's discuss what these things could mean... he had said. He wanted discussion? Fine, discussion he would have. Good afternoon, Luke-- I'm so sorry, but I have a few questions-- would you mind answering them for me? Great. She hadn't been called upon. She didn't use the honorific he didn't deserve. She didn't let him speak before she continued, yanking gently on the tie around her throat as she spoke. So, first of all, fantastic slide show. I've always loved them, they have a way of making even the most interesting topic basic and... easy to understand. She smirked, her gaze hardening to ice as she looked up at him. I loved the use of pictures to illustrate your points. Less writing you need to do, less words that need to be used... Perfect for an English class. Where do you find pictures like that? They don't look like common-use stock photos. There was an uncomfortable implication in her words. He had stolen them. Some of the students looked uneasily at their professor, now wondering the same thing. It would've been smarter to keep her head down, to avoid drawing attention to the photos. She was wearing the fucking tie, for the love of God. But if he was going to try to bring her down, she would drag him down with her.