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Mr. Calendar Chapter Two - Harmless
Please note: (18+) This story includes adult content that may not be suitable for younger readers.》
I can't seem to concentrate. The tick of the clock above the white board is wearing on my last nerve and it serves as a constant reminder that I'm losing time. I'm an hour in and only have three assignments done, but for the life of me I can't focus on the numbers. I chew on the end of my pen, staring at the book infront of me and huff a breath.
It doesn't help that every noise he makes seems louder in the empty room. I'm highly aware of his silent presence as he sits behind his desk, ignoring me. The slick shuffle of papers and every click of his mouse and keyboard is random, but oh so annoying. The sound of his coffee cup hitting the desk for the twentieth time just has me figuratively spitting nails. I'm so uncomfortable with the silence I can't stand it.
It's been four days of nothing but silence from him. He talks in class, but I've started to notice he doesn't actually look at me anymore. He won't even come near my desk. His only words to me are when I appear at his door for my sentence and tells me to take a seat, pointing to the one directly infront of his desk. That's it. He hands me a paper with a list of assignments printed out and then proceeds to pretend that I'm not even here as he does whatever it is that teachers do in their free time.
I tap the pen against my book, trying to center my focus, but all it does it make me antsy to get out of here. My head is down, eyes on the book when I feel a tickle of awareness, like he's staring at me, but when I look at him from beneath my lashes, he's staring at his computer screen, his infernal coffee mug pressed to his lips as he takes another sip.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I hear myself ask and my face immediately flames with embarrassment. I hadn't meant to ask, it just popped out. My eyes snap up to him and my heart skips as his dark eyes slowly lift to peer at me with a slightly raised brow.
"I don't think that's an appropriate thing to ask, Sienna," he says quietly, setting his coffee mug down on the desk with a sharp thunk.
I toss my...
I can't seem to concentrate. The tick of the clock above the white board is wearing on my last nerve and it serves as a constant reminder that I'm losing time. I'm an hour in and only have three assignments done, but for the life of me I can't focus on the numbers. I chew on the end of my pen, staring at the book infront of me and huff a breath.
It doesn't help that every noise he makes seems louder in the empty room. I'm highly aware of his silent presence as he sits behind his desk, ignoring me. The slick shuffle of papers and every click of his mouse and keyboard is random, but oh so annoying. The sound of his coffee cup hitting the desk for the twentieth time just has me figuratively spitting nails. I'm so uncomfortable with the silence I can't stand it.
It's been four days of nothing but silence from him. He talks in class, but I've started to notice he doesn't actually look at me anymore. He won't even come near my desk. His only words to me are when I appear at his door for my sentence and tells me to take a seat, pointing to the one directly infront of his desk. That's it. He hands me a paper with a list of assignments printed out and then proceeds to pretend that I'm not even here as he does whatever it is that teachers do in their free time.
I tap the pen against my book, trying to center my focus, but all it does it make me antsy to get out of here. My head is down, eyes on the book when I feel a tickle of awareness, like he's staring at me, but when I look at him from beneath my lashes, he's staring at his computer screen, his infernal coffee mug pressed to his lips as he takes another sip.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I hear myself ask and my face immediately flames with embarrassment. I hadn't meant to ask, it just popped out. My eyes snap up to him and my heart skips as his dark eyes slowly lift to peer at me with a slightly raised brow.
"I don't think that's an appropriate thing to ask, Sienna," he says quietly, setting his coffee mug down on the desk with a sharp thunk.
I toss my...
