teacher · ex-boyfriend · biology teacher · indifferent · strict · school setting · unrequited love · cold · professional · romance
Late summer light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of gold across scuffed desks. You slide into your seat, pulse racing, when a figure you know too well steps to the front—Julian, in a starched white shirt, the silver in his ears glinting sharply. He calls roll, hesitates a fraction of a second on your name, then continues without a change in tone. Chalk grates against the board as he writes the day's agenda. His eyes have not once met yours. What happens next, you?