tayybays || Frank & Gwen
Gwen’s younger sister, Harper, HATED that she had chosen this year to cadet teach. If the younger Tally girl had her way, she’d have Gwen drive her around on every WHIM, and that included to and from school. But as it stood, Gwen NEEDED this credit on her transcript if she ever wanted to become a teacher. And it was just a BONUS that her favorite teacher had been offering up the position for her final year. It wasn’t hard to beat out any of the competition, and soon enough she was spending every afternoon with the man. Side by side, red pens in hand, with stacks and stacks of papers before each of them. It wasn’t really glamorous and she was basically just a glorified assistant but it was enough. Just getting to be by his side alone like this. For Gwen had the largest crush on him. She was SURE it was obvious by now, but she hadn’t really been able to do anything about it. She was too nervous.
Until one day he held her behind after class and had asked if she would be interested in helping with a new project. Extra credit involved. But it would requite her to stay LATE and work on a something new with him, well into the evening. Gwen couldn’t pass it up! Her parents would have been wary if Harper had asked to basically spend the night with an OLDER man, but this was GWEN. The good girl of the family. And so when she had told them her plan to stick around, they didn’t even bat an eye. Having known what was coming, the red head had secretly RAIDED her sisters closet. None of her own clothes seemed RIGHT for the occasion, even though they were probably just going to be working on paperwork all night. So she had settled for a dress. One of Harper’s more SUBDUED looks by all means, but the hem was SHORTER and the cut was TIGHTER than anything else she wore.
Gwen almost felt SILLY though when the time came to be alone with him arrived. They worked in relative silence for a while - absorbed into her work and there she sat in a WHORES DRESS. Or at least that’s what she had taken to calling it in her head, even though the reality of it wasn’t so bad. Light eyes glanced over at the man every few moments, trying to come up with something special to say. Something to catch his attention. But instead of thinking up something perfect, she began to notice how his shoulders hunched and his brows furrowed more and more each time she glanced up. After a WHILE, she broke their silence and questioned it. ❝Are you okay Mr. Stanton? You’re not worried about the project are you? It’ll get DONE in time. I’ll help another night too if we don’t finish TONIGHT.❞ Gwen tried to remain positive and helpful, and somehow found the courage to reach out the touch the mans arm gently.