( @eli-wyatt )
WHEN: August 2019. WHERE: San Bruno, California. WHO: Elliot Wyatt!
𝐓he moment class had ended, Stevie sat back and slumped down in her chair. It’d been a rough one to sit through---only because some people didn’t know they shouldn’t stick their noses in other people’s shit. She hadn’t realized how much she and Eli had been looking at one another. According to Brittany, it was obvious. With each class, she’d gotten more and more comfortable with staring at Eli and sending him looks as she found herself to be craving his attention, and only today had someone noticed this, and called them out on it. ‘Eye fucking’. Unbelievable. The brunette stared at her professor from her seat, trying to tell him with her eyes that she wanted to talk to him once the room had cleared. Sights then went to her fellow classmates as they moved down the rows and out of the doors in drones.
𝐒he gathered her things when there were only a few people left in the room and headed to Eli’s desk. “...I’m sorry,” she quietly apologized, looking into his eyes. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.” The college was pretty clear about fraternizing and it ate Stevie up. He’d been the only thing on her mind for weeks and she’d been trying to find every excuse in the book to spend as much time as she could with him. It just felt like they were being watched no matter what they did or where they went. They hadn’t even done anything wrong! They’d just been hanging out, and still, she felt guilty. Her sights fell to the objects on his desk before she crossed her arms and looked at him. “You don’t think anybody actually thinks we were doing that, right? Having ‘eye sex’ or whatever? I mean, I was just looking at you.”
