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my life with Bryant, every waking second with him. Determined, I replied to Jordan.
Me: Thank you. I appreciate your support more than I can say. I know you will always be there for me, and I love that.
I could see the little ellipsis appear immediately as Jordan pecked away a reply back to me. My phone buzzed in my hand again, and the message that came through would have had my jaw on the floor had I not been lying in bed. I quickly deleted the entire conversation. Blasphemy. I didn’t want to stir up that hornet’s nest again between the guys. I thought we were past this, thought he understood. Bryant, I love Bryant. I sat there, eyes closed, continuing to beat that mantra into my mind. The black text against the white pixel screen of my phone burned behind my eyelids.
Jordan: I have, still, will — always LOVE YOU.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
S CHOOL WOULD KICK OFF THAT WEEK , so as I put the car in park in the teacher lot of Ingram Elementary, I mentally ran through everything I had hoped to accomplish before kids arrived.
I saw a flash of white as a car whipped in quickly beside me and jerked to a halt, gears grinding as it was thrown in park. Looking over, Ian flashed me a smile and waved enthusiastically.
I shut my door and pushed the key to lock it up just as Ian’s car beeped, telling me he’d done the same.
“Cute car,” he called over the roof at me as he hoisted the strap of his leather messenger bag onto his shoulder.
“And you,” I called back, taking stock of his white Mercedes that he had just abusively pulled into the parking space beside me.
Ian puffed out his chest in an act of masculinity. “Mercedes,” he boasted.
“Wow, head teacher must pay well,” I joked, trying to smack him back down a few notches to the real world.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t get it from teaching,” he mumbled. “I’m just—” He paused as he chewed on his bottom lip, apparently deciding how to proceed. “I come from it, so I spend it. Can’t take it with me. Look, we need to get working. Class starts this week, so you need to be ready, and I saw your room. You’re not.” Stomping off, Ian reached in his coat, yanked a phone out of his pocket, and put it to his ear.
Grabbing a box from my trunk, I made my way into the building still flabbergasted from that whole exchange. My spidey senses were on red alert. Something about Ian set my nerves on edge, but besides seeing him portray an immature man with an ego complex, I really hadn’t had any negative experiences with him. He had been pretty helpful since I’d come to the school and had always offered to answer any questions I’d had.
As I made my way down the outside corridor toward my room, I could hear Ian’s voice carrying through his closed door.
“No, man! Fuck that! This is too close. I owe you nothing.”
Slowing down, I tripped on the sidewalk and fell to the concrete. The contents of my box dumped out all over. Ian’s door slung open as I kneeled on the floor, fighting back a few tears. I wasn’t sure if they were as result of the stinging pain coming from my knees or the sting of embarrassment.
“Hey, I gotta go.” Ian spoke to whoever was one the other end of the phone before sliding it back in his pocket. Squatting nearby, he looked at me a moment before reaching up to wipe a tear that had escaped. “Are you okay?”
Gathering my wits, I just wanted to be in my classroom, and if I wouldn’t have been so damn nosey, I would still be on my way. “Clumsy.” I shrugged, moving to get back to my feet.
“Hey, take it easy. Your knees are cut up. Come in my room and sit a minute. I’ll grab a first aid kit.”
“Really, I’m fine. I’ll just get a wet napkin when I get to my room.” I began picking up my stuff and tossing it back into the box haphazardly.
“Rose, stop,” Ian commanded. Something in his voice made my body freeze.
Taking my hand, he pulled me into his classroom and sat me in the little orange plastic
Me: Thank you. I appreciate your support more than I can say. I know you will always be there for me, and I love that.
I could see the little ellipsis appear immediately as Jordan pecked away a reply back to me. My phone buzzed in my hand again, and the message that came through would have had my jaw on the floor had I not been lying in bed. I quickly deleted the entire conversation. Blasphemy. I didn’t want to stir up that hornet’s nest again between the guys. I thought we were past this, thought he understood. Bryant, I love Bryant. I sat there, eyes closed, continuing to beat that mantra into my mind. The black text against the white pixel screen of my phone burned behind my eyelids.
Jordan: I have, still, will — always LOVE YOU.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
S CHOOL WOULD KICK OFF THAT WEEK , so as I put the car in park in the teacher lot of Ingram Elementary, I mentally ran through everything I had hoped to accomplish before kids arrived.
I saw a flash of white as a car whipped in quickly beside me and jerked to a halt, gears grinding as it was thrown in park. Looking over, Ian flashed me a smile and waved enthusiastically.
I shut my door and pushed the key to lock it up just as Ian’s car beeped, telling me he’d done the same.
“Cute car,” he called over the roof at me as he hoisted the strap of his leather messenger bag onto his shoulder.
“And you,” I called back, taking stock of his white Mercedes that he had just abusively pulled into the parking space beside me.
Ian puffed out his chest in an act of masculinity. “Mercedes,” he boasted.
“Wow, head teacher must pay well,” I joked, trying to smack him back down a few notches to the real world.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t get it from teaching,” he mumbled. “I’m just—” He paused as he chewed on his bottom lip, apparently deciding how to proceed. “I come from it, so I spend it. Can’t take it with me. Look, we need to get working. Class starts this week, so you need to be ready, and I saw your room. You’re not.” Stomping off, Ian reached in his coat, yanked a phone out of his pocket, and put it to his ear.
Grabbing a box from my trunk, I made my way into the building still flabbergasted from that whole exchange. My spidey senses were on red alert. Something about Ian set my nerves on edge, but besides seeing him portray an immature man with an ego complex, I really hadn’t had any negative experiences with him. He had been pretty helpful since I’d come to the school and had always offered to answer any questions I’d had.
As I made my way down the outside corridor toward my room, I could hear Ian’s voice carrying through his closed door.
“No, man! Fuck that! This is too close. I owe you nothing.”
Slowing down, I tripped on the sidewalk and fell to the concrete. The contents of my box dumped out all over. Ian’s door slung open as I kneeled on the floor, fighting back a few tears. I wasn’t sure if they were as result of the stinging pain coming from my knees or the sting of embarrassment.
“Hey, I gotta go.” Ian spoke to whoever was one the other end of the phone before sliding it back in his pocket. Squatting nearby, he looked at me a moment before reaching up to wipe a tear that had escaped. “Are you okay?”
Gathering my wits, I just wanted to be in my classroom, and if I wouldn’t have been so damn nosey, I would still be on my way. “Clumsy.” I shrugged, moving to get back to my feet.
“Hey, take it easy. Your knees are cut up. Come in my room and sit a minute. I’ll grab a first aid kit.”
“Really, I’m fine. I’ll just get a wet napkin when I get to my room.” I began picking up my stuff and tossing it back into the box haphazardly.
“Rose, stop,” Ian commanded. Something in his voice made my body freeze.
Taking my hand, he pulled me into his classroom and sat me in the little orange plastic
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