#tomtheteacher

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Tom found a Love note in his mailbox. Looks like someone has a secret admirer. #schoolcrush #science #tomtheteacher #mate #middleschoollove #romantic #socute #cubbylovenotes (at Avenue G)

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Late Night Company | Audrey & Tom

The Vogue main office was almost empty. Besides some workers there was only Audrey and the editor chief, Ms Shulman. It was around eight pm and things had just started to slow down. Audrey was impatient, typing and writing things down all the time, besides, of course, walking around to hurry the last minute things people had been postponing all day. Usually the brunette would indeed get unquiet to go home, but today she wasn't going home, that was the point of all her anxiety. In the start of the day she had exchanged texts with Tom and at some point the two decided that was appropriate to meet that night. Stop resisting, that  had been what the two scheduled. And a dinner. Audrey knew for sure what that would lead. Knowing how the two interacted to each other, teasing and playing all the time -- even through texts, stop resisting would surely lead them to the man's bed.

She had offered to cook him dinner, since he took her to such an amazing date the last time. But by the time her boss let her out of the office, Audrey was already late to their meeting. Luckily the journalist was a smart lady and a few minutes before leaving she called one of the best restaurants in town, which she knew the chef, and ordered plates for them. Leaving the magazine, Audrey stopped by quickly at the place, picking up their meal and taking this time to send Tom a message. I'm late, I know. Sorry. My boss got me stuck, I'm on my way now though.

Audrey hated being late. The brunette believed that it was important to keep the posture and the good image, and arriving in time to her meets was certainly a part of all the etiquette her grandma always reinforced to her. After picking the meal and buying a fine wine, she drove to his place, with the address the man had previously texted her.

It was the fist time she was visiting his place, on the first day he picked her up and Audrey ended up inviting him in, which not often happened with the man she went out with. But it was nice that now he had invited her to go there so they could share each other's company. And stop resisting. That whole idea was giving Audrey a shiver on the spine, every time she thought of it. Luckily she had left Gucci with extra food and put some nice underwear that day -- in fact she had curiously dressed with some really sexy one. But it wasn't time to think of it, yet. And it was not only the underwear, course. Audrey was always well dressed for work. The tight black wine jeans, the beige loose shirt, a nice white Marchesa jacket and a jewelry all over. It was pretty chic, but bothered her how it wasn't something more seductively.

Getting in the building, she headed right away to the elevator, where she checked her make-up. On his floor, her ankle-boots echoing on the marble floor that lead to his door. Even outside the place, she could tell he lived very nicely. The building was a fine environmental and seemed quite wealthy for a teacher. Letting that apart, because it in fact didn't matter much to her if he had money or not -- she was a woman that took care of herself and had her own money so those things never mattered, fine taste was something that counted much more to her, and that she knew Tom had. Finally she held the bags one hand and rang the bell with the other, waiting for him to pick up.

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Texts - Audrey & Tom

Audrey: Apparently I met one of your students.

Tom: Which one? I have a lot of students, you know. They could make an army- and a really really really really really good one. With me as a captain, of course.

Audrey: Of course you do. And of course they'd be your army, right Captain, haha. Her name is Acacia. Very sweet girl.

Tom: Ha- I like when you call me Captain (in a not creepy way, that is). Oh, the blondie! She’s a great writer and always laughs at my jokes. Makes me feel important.

Audrey: Haha. I knew somehow you'd say it. I think the title suits you, I must say. Yes, the blond. She's nice, spoke good things about you. You'd like her for laughing at your jokes. Well I do too.

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Stupid English Assignment! || Acacia and Tom

Acacia irritatedly made her way toward her seat in English class, sulking the whole time. It wasn't that she hated the class—no, that wasn't the case at all—, but it was just that she had not enjoyed their last assignment at all, and she was in no mood to discuss about it or see what score she got for it. All the students, including her, had handed in the assignment to Mr. Miller a few days, and Acacia was pretty sure that her English teacher would be done with marking the students' papers today. Which meant that she'd probably be reading her paper over again today. And that would surely remind her of that night when the accident happened once more.

The theme of the last paper the class had to do had been about the most horrific event that had happened to them. They were supposed to write about what event did they hate the most, and there was no other event that Acacia hated more than the night when her brother died. And so, she had no choice but to think about it. Out of bitterness, the girl had decided to write about that, driven by her anger toward the theme of the paper. She had not been thinking very clearly when she wrote it, and she was sure that she probably sounded angry as hell. Surely, that wasn't what Mr. Miller had asked for, wasn't it? No one wanted to read a paper about a girl discussing her traumas about her brother's death. 

She sighed as she slumped onto her seat, her head rested on the table as she waited for her teacher to begin the class. Acacia wasn't looking forward to getting her paper back, and most of all, she was not looking forward to any questions that Mr. Miller would have for her. She was certain that he'd be asking her questions and wondering if she was okay, and Acacia hated it when people tried to ask her if she was fine or showed any signs of pity. It wasn't what she needed, and she didn't like having to thank people who showed her pity.

It seemed to her that no one understood. No one understood that it wasn't pity that she needed, but understanding. No one understood that she didn't need people asking her if she was okay. Were they blind? Of course she wasn't okay! Asking that question wasn't going to help her get better. And although she wasn't okay, she didn't exactly want the whole world to know about that. It was honestly a wonder, how people couldn't seem to just leave her alone. She didn't want to talk about Zach with every single person who asked about him, and she was so sick of having people asking her about how she was feeling, especially if they were discussing a subject related to the night of the accident.

Exhaustedly, Acacia slowly looked up from the table, wondering about when Mr. Miller would enter the class. He wasn't here yet, though most of the class were already there. It was still a bit too early for class, but Acacia knew that almost everyone in this class loved Mr. Miller and the way he taught them, which explained why most of the students were early. 

To be honest, Acacia was one of those people who loved Mr. Miller's English class. He was probably the best English teacher that she could ever ask for, and she enjoyed most of his classes. But still, nothing would make her mood lighten up, not when she knew about what was coming up this class. She was sure that they'd be talking about the last paper, or at least she'd be getting her paper back, which meant that she'd have to read her essay again.

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A Coffee Messed Meet | Audrey and Tom

Coffee. There it was one of Audrey's biggest addictions. Since the girl joined college in France and learned about the marvelous proprieties to keep awake of the coffee, especially during exams week, or when she started working for Vogue in the middle of the course and had to divide herself between work, study and attend to class. Having coffee all day was her only solution to that problem. Her grandma was a much more lover of her tea, so that had been one of the few things she shared with her mom, who actually made her appreciate the most refined of the kind. Which didn't take off the fact that she loved the good old Starbucks.

In London it wasn't like New York though, with one store each corner. But they did have a good amount of them in town. And when she missed just taking a few moments to herself, cafes and Starbucks were the place to go. Of course that times didn't happen much, especially not on a Friday and when she was in the middle of the process for next month's edition of the British Vogue. So the only time Audrey got to stop by at the coffee shop was a bit after lunch time, which she didn't actually use for being full of work.

Entering the place and feeling the smell of coffee surround her, making a happy smile cross her mouth while she took steady steps to the cashier. Glancing quickly the menu and the exposed products while she was in line, Audrey gave herself a nod already knowing she'd order her usual. "A tall vanilla spice latte with extra cream and a vegan sandwich please." She told the woman who noted the order and gave her the price in a velocity that Audrey simply loved. Paying with her credit card, she proceeded to wait for the order, loving when it came to her hands, smelling perfectly. "Thanks." She said fulfilled with joy taking a small sip of the drink and grabbing the sandwich next.

That was when it happened. Audrey had been so focused on her quick snack to replace lunch, and the joy of having a quality coffee that couldn't be found at Vogue's office, that she didn't notice when a man walked right behind her seconds before she turned. And when she did, making a rough turn on her feet to walk to one of the tables, the two bumped making the full coffee tilt on her perfect new Burberry white shirt. "Oh, merde!" Audrey couldn't help but shot on her native language as she saw her shirt and coffee ruined together. "Look what you did." Looking at herself, all she could see was a brown transparent stain of one of her most expensive and classy shirts, and it was revolting.

When she moved her eyes up, to give a glance, and probably a stare of death and some bad words, on who had caused her doing that, she saw that man she met the other day. "You! Oh, I know you." Audrey frowned clearly surprised, although the ire could still be read on her face. What was his name again? Oh yes, Tom. The one who kept pointing she was a geek and that believed in elves and destiny. Damn, why the heck she had to be bumping on him. She refused to believe it was that destiny thing, but she could bet he'd effort on the matter. That if he even remembered her.