Teacher’s Pet: 004

We met glances earlier in passing. Just a glance. I’ve played it over a million times in my head since then. Everything seemed to slow— just in that moment. I’d never felt anything like that before. It reminded me a little of dissociation, like I was the observing party, only. This was different, though. I was also experiencing it. This wasn’t a defense mechanism. I was feeling, and I liked it. 

“Nole,” Natalie queried. “What are you thinking about?” I didn’t particularly want to share. Nat could be judgemental as fuck, despite her self-declared open-mindedness. Maybe another time. 

“Just… art.” 

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