The Unveiling Pt. 01

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A soft spoken, yet wise college student unveils to her prof.
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I stepped into tiny puddles on my way up the outer stairway, an aftermath of our storm. The air smelled like a new birth, how I'd missed it so. A year is too long, I thought to myself. I then hushed away the microscopic butterflies that made a home in my stomach as I briskly reached the classroom doors, unusually late this morning. I opened the doors to a dimly lit concrete room, it wasn't much warmer inside than it was outside. You paid me no mind, at least so it seemed, and continued with your presentation on what I perceived to be architecture styles and their history. One photo in particular caught my eyes as I set my bag down quietly. A Russian boarding house.

"One of the first introductions to having chimneys on multiple floors!" You mused, double taking at the vintage photo once more. I smiled inwardly at your excitement, but outwardly I kept my eyes focused on the projection screen. Anywhere but on you.

I never imagined choosing this class to be a part of my fall schedule would have led me to meet such a rude awakening, both mentally and somatically. Although I began with a huge disdain towards drawing and sketching, you, along with my classmates, have made me want to explore the abilities I obtain but simply cannot see. It's almost the end of the semester now, we've only a few more class meetings to go. I am determined, I am comfortable, and I've come to believe that I am at the end of myself.

Although my heart thoroughly aches in your very presence, I believe I've managed the perfect facade. But I notice all too well how I am treated with just the slightest bit of difference compared to the other students. From the very beginning you've always chosen me last. For presentations or even when hands are raised, almost at a reluctance. Maybe I've imagined it, or perhaps it's simply your subconscious setting me apart. Intentional or not, it both frustrates and intrigues me at the very same time. The end of myself, I tell you.

I pondered all of these things in my seat as I sketched a few buildings for our upcoming project. My core couldn't help but surge with warmth. I shook my thoughts away, but they returned just as easily. The room was at work now as you finished up your lecture and I could hear the shuffling of supplies and paper throughout, the murmured conversations, as well as the patter of raindrops on the windowed ceiling. I stood up, feeling both eager and faint simultaneously. The end of myself, I thought. I walked to your podium and you hardly noticed until I uttered your name.

"Yes?" You turned towards me. My legs almost went out then. "I need to tell you something." I say.

"And what's that?" You ask with your all familiar and sarcastic smirk, the same one that shows when you ask the class a question that clearly no one can answer.

I leaned in then, it's the closest I've ever been to you, and proceed to whisper into your ear what I did to myself the night before. After finishing a project you assigned. I whispered ever so lowly where each finger traveled. I told you how I'd never done it before; how my legs went numb.

I pulled away then, trembling with all of my might. Your face was unreadable. You looked at me for a moment with those icy cobalt eyes and said nothing. I went back to my seat. Moments later you stood and continued to assist others in their progress as if nothing was said at all.

It wasn't until our next class meeting, that you called me into your office. Relax, I told myself. You led me in and sat behind your cluttered desk, keeping the door wide open to the rest of the corridor. I stepped in slowly behind you and sat in the cushioned chair in front of your desk; My blood racing to no finish line.

"Did you think that was funny? Telling me that in front of a classroom full of my own students?" You asked firmly.

I looked at you without reply, remembering the quiet talks we'd had all semester in corners of the classroom. You would tell me about my potential that I still couldn't manage to see as I nodded and smiled softly. I remembered your eyes always locked in mine, like a radar on its target. I never wanted to blink.

"Erin," you demanded, "This isn't a joke, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." I whispered, looking to my shoes.

"Sir," You echoed. And at this, you stood and closed the door. You sat on your desk now, your leg almost touching mine.

"I'm not going to ask you if you're sure about this. I can see you thinking about it all the time, that's why your work stays so mediocre." I winced at your words. My facade, I thought, It was nothing for him.

"You need to know that this is not a game, you and I."

My heart.

"Christ, I'm old enough to be your father." You said flatly.

"Perhaps I'm wise enough to be your wife." I said in the same tone as you. You chuckled and shook your head at me.

"You told me because you knew I'd be willing all along." You stated, serious once again.

I nodded in agreement, "We'd seen it in each other I suppose."

You let out a long sigh and it was quiet for a moment. I was afraid to look at you, but your eyes felt like razors in my skin.

"Are you shaven?" You asked. A blush spread across my face and a heat in my belly, I looked up at you with widened eyes.

"By next class, I want you completely shaven. After your last class you will go to the north campus parking lot and find a driver there. His name is Thomas. You will do as he says, understood?"

Speechless, I was a deer in your headlights.

"Am I understood?" You prodded. I closed my eyes and relished your authority, and nodded.

"Yes, sir."

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FindmywayFindmywayabout 8 years ago
Hmmm...

Next chapter please

AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
Very good

Can't wait for more.

AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
Provocative!

Very well written, and even better the imagination behind it. I'm betting you're a woman. We guys just don't feel things that deeply. Five stars, hope for more soon.

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