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chair sized for the average eight year old. Ian rapidly stepped back out and picked up the last of my things then carried the box back in. He set it beside me and placed a hand on my leg as he squatted, eye-level with me. I quickly adverted my gaze to look at my scraped knees.
“I’m going to get a first aid kit real quick. Wait here. I’ll have you cleaned up in no time.”
Nodding my head, I just sat there, completely stupefied — immobile, trembling. Everything in me screamed to escape — to run. Instead, I sat there and waited, just as instructed.
“Hey, look who I found,” Ian called from the hallway as he neared the classroom.
My body seized up more as I waited for him to turn the corner into the doorway. Step-step. Step-step. Step-step. I could hear each footfall with an echo as the other person followed Ian.
Ian entered the classroom, and I noticed his demeanor had changed entirely, setting me at ease slightly. He seemed carefree and had a smile on his face, friendly.
“Come on in, man,” he called to the guy behind him.
“Bryant! What are you doing here?” I said in shock.
“Hey, hun, I came to bring you some flowers for your classroom. Celebrate your first week as an official teacher. And for picking a date.” Bryant waved the bouquet at me. “Apparently, I should have brought you Band-Aids instead,” he teased, letting a chuckle escape. Kneeling in front of me, he gently touched around my scraped knees and took the first aid kit from Ian. Quickly, he cleaned up the few bleeding scrapes before placing a bandage on each one. “You’ll live,” he concluded.
“Is that your professional opinion?” I mocked back.
Ian let out a subtle cough, reminding us both of his presence and the fact that we were in his classroom.
“Oh goodness, Ian. I am so sorry. This is my fiancé, Bryant. Bryant, Ian. He is the head teacher for the second grade here,” I said, making introductions quickly as they shook hands, which kind of looked more like an arm wrestling match as each one forcefully gripped the other.
“Well, thank you for the help, Ian. We’ll get out of your hair. Where does the first aid kit go, and I’ll put it back?” I asked as Bryant scooped up my box of stuff.
“Nonsense, Rose. You go ahead and get to work. I’ll make sure it gets put away for next time you get hurt,” he replied, letting the evil Ian show a little.
Bryant nudged me as I stood there frozen a moment. “Well, thanks again,” I called as I walked out and led Bryant to my classroom.
Once inside, I shut my door and pointed to my desk so Bryant could set the box down. Looking at him a moment, I could see Bryant’s eyebrows scrunched together as he chewed on his cheek. Something was on his mind.
“What’s up?” I asked.
Blinking a few times, apparently realizing he’d spaced out, Bryant looked back to me. “Do you work with Ian a lot?”
“Kind of. He is the head teacher. I am his responsibility, especially being in my first year.” God, I prayed we weren’t jumping on the jealousy train.
“Hmm,” Bryant grunted, still looking very deep in thought.
“Hmmm? What’s up, Bryant?” I probed.
“Stay away from him as much as possible. I don’t want him near you,” Bryant said sternly.
“Hun, he is a colleague — and my supervisor. I’m not sure how much avoiding is possible, but he has been nothing but professional with me.”
“I’m sure. But something about him has me on edge, and Leslie mentioned him to me as well. I feel like I’ve seen him, or I know him. Something. Just… be careful. What happened that you fell today?”
“I tripped, probably from trying to carry that box and walk. You know me, two left feet,” I tried nonchalantly.
“Right outside his classroom?” Bryant looked skeptical. “If you were being hurt, you’d tell me, right?”
“Bryant!” I exclaimed, exasperated. “I tripped. I was being nosey and slowed my step and tripped like an idiot.”
“What were you
“I’m going to get a first aid kit real quick. Wait here. I’ll have you cleaned up in no time.”
Nodding my head, I just sat there, completely stupefied — immobile, trembling. Everything in me screamed to escape — to run. Instead, I sat there and waited, just as instructed.
“Hey, look who I found,” Ian called from the hallway as he neared the classroom.
My body seized up more as I waited for him to turn the corner into the doorway. Step-step. Step-step. Step-step. I could hear each footfall with an echo as the other person followed Ian.
Ian entered the classroom, and I noticed his demeanor had changed entirely, setting me at ease slightly. He seemed carefree and had a smile on his face, friendly.
“Come on in, man,” he called to the guy behind him.
“Bryant! What are you doing here?” I said in shock.
“Hey, hun, I came to bring you some flowers for your classroom. Celebrate your first week as an official teacher. And for picking a date.” Bryant waved the bouquet at me. “Apparently, I should have brought you Band-Aids instead,” he teased, letting a chuckle escape. Kneeling in front of me, he gently touched around my scraped knees and took the first aid kit from Ian. Quickly, he cleaned up the few bleeding scrapes before placing a bandage on each one. “You’ll live,” he concluded.
“Is that your professional opinion?” I mocked back.
Ian let out a subtle cough, reminding us both of his presence and the fact that we were in his classroom.
“Oh goodness, Ian. I am so sorry. This is my fiancé, Bryant. Bryant, Ian. He is the head teacher for the second grade here,” I said, making introductions quickly as they shook hands, which kind of looked more like an arm wrestling match as each one forcefully gripped the other.
“Well, thank you for the help, Ian. We’ll get out of your hair. Where does the first aid kit go, and I’ll put it back?” I asked as Bryant scooped up my box of stuff.
“Nonsense, Rose. You go ahead and get to work. I’ll make sure it gets put away for next time you get hurt,” he replied, letting the evil Ian show a little.
Bryant nudged me as I stood there frozen a moment. “Well, thanks again,” I called as I walked out and led Bryant to my classroom.
Once inside, I shut my door and pointed to my desk so Bryant could set the box down. Looking at him a moment, I could see Bryant’s eyebrows scrunched together as he chewed on his cheek. Something was on his mind.
“What’s up?” I asked.
Blinking a few times, apparently realizing he’d spaced out, Bryant looked back to me. “Do you work with Ian a lot?”
“Kind of. He is the head teacher. I am his responsibility, especially being in my first year.” God, I prayed we weren’t jumping on the jealousy train.
“Hmm,” Bryant grunted, still looking very deep in thought.
“Hmmm? What’s up, Bryant?” I probed.
“Stay away from him as much as possible. I don’t want him near you,” Bryant said sternly.
“Hun, he is a colleague — and my supervisor. I’m not sure how much avoiding is possible, but he has been nothing but professional with me.”
“I’m sure. But something about him has me on edge, and Leslie mentioned him to me as well. I feel like I’ve seen him, or I know him. Something. Just… be careful. What happened that you fell today?”
“I tripped, probably from trying to carry that box and walk. You know me, two left feet,” I tried nonchalantly.
“Right outside his classroom?” Bryant looked skeptical. “If you were being hurt, you’d tell me, right?”
“Bryant!” I exclaimed, exasperated. “I tripped. I was being nosey and slowed my step and tripped like an idiot.”
“What were you
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