Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
She didn’t seem to notice my truck a few rows away from hers because she had her head down. It was then I realized that she does that a lot. Most people pick their heads up at some point while they’re walking, but she never seems to.
And those shades, which I now believed to be something else, some kind of prescription maybe, seemed to be always glued in place, hiding her eyes from the world. Was there a problem with her eyes?
I watched her get into her car and waited for her to drive out of the lot before following behind her, keeping a safe distance as I followed her home. Not stalker fashion, I just wanted to make sure she made it there safe and didn’t stop to question the motive.
I knew the place where she lived of course. And though it was a little ways away from my home, it was in a relatively safe neighborhood, though everyone else seemed to have turned in already as early as it was.
Did it mean anything that she’d chosen to live here in one of the oldest neighborhoods in town where mostly elderly couples resided? It did seem to fit the person I was beginning to think she was though come to think of it.
I watched for the lights to come on in the little carriage house before driving off and heading home. It was only when I pulled into my driveway that it hit me. That’s the first time I’ve ever done something like that.
Not that I’m not always a perfect gentleman, but it was the first time I’d gone out of my way to follow a woman home just to be sure she made it there safe. And she didn’t even know I was there. It seems I’ve been experiencing a lot of firsts these last few days since meeting her.
It seemed like my fascination was quickly growing into something else, something more, but I have to think about this. I need to examine my feelings closely to be sure because I’m well aware that this is not something I can play around with.
I’m also very aware of the ramifications if shit goes south. I know that the way I come at things isn’t exactly what you’d expect from a teen. I’m too intense for my age, I’ve heard it before. I also don’t think or act like my peers and that’s a fact.
But none of this is my own doing. I was born with high intelligence and a mind that never seems to shut off. That’s one of the reasons I find it so hard to accept the praise of others, because it’s something I was born with and therefore can take no credit for.
I’ve always been different, light years ahead of my peers I guess you can say. I look ahead while others are stuck in the past or the present. I search out the weakest point in all things, and look for where problems may lay up ahead.
Then I tackle them if I know I can get results, and if there’s no point, I won’t even start, no matter how tempting. I’ve always been that way. Maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised then that I’m the kind of guy who’d fall for his teacher.
That night, as I laid in bed thinking about her and the way she made me feel I didn’t just brush those feelings aside. I didn’t tell myself that it was a lost cause because of who we are.
But instead I chose to spend the time thinking of ways to have her, of the right course of action to take going forward. If there was anywhere to go!
I’d made up my mind some time between driving from her place to mine that I wanted to see where these feelings might lead. I wanted to experience that high in reality and not just in my imagination.
I wanted to know what it would be like to explore these feelings of lust mixed with emotion, a new combination for me and made all the more exciting because of who she is. With that also being the one drawback.
I looked at all the angles, all the pitfalls and even with the considerable risk, knew that I still wanted to try. The one hiccup for me was that if something should go wrong, if we should be found out, she’d be the one facing most of the backlash.
The class she was teaching isn’t one for credits and have nothing to do with graduation, but instead was a refresher course of sorts, so there could be no case for bias if we should be found out. But there were other things to worry about as well.
I played around with it in my head knowing that I was trying to talk myself into doing it no matter the risk. But also already wanting to shield her from anything that might happen in the future because of my selfishness; because I was actively planning to go after her. Because regardless of how she felt or what she was thinking, I was the one laying here plotting and scheming to get her into bed.