Post by Wesley Levi Cavendish on Aug 11, 2012 3:08:38 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,400px][atrb=border,0px,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=border-right: 120px solid #4a4d5a; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 10px 20px 0px;font-size: 10px]For once in his life, everything was not okay. Wesley wasn’t sure when everything started to go downhill, but he knew that it reached an ultimate low the moment he had kissed Gwen. Perhaps this was the reason why most teachers liked to maintain a certain distance from their students; it was a fail-safe method to prevent any sticky situations from occurring. He hadn’t been teaching for too long, but getting interactive with his students had never seemed like a bad idea before. There was something pleasant about getting to know individuals students because it gave them respective identities. Taking the time to acquaint himself with them made his job more enjoyable because he felt like he was making friends and offering necessary support. Back in school, his own teachers had always droned on and on in boring lectures that were painful for everyone. Such a bland teaching method was beneficial for passing grades, but no one left any lasting impressions. He wasn’t trying to make a mark in the memories of his students, but he wanted to be someone whom his students viewed as approachable and trustworthy. He wanted to be the guy that students knew they could turn to when they needed someone responsible and reasonable to speak to. Unfortunately nothing had gone according to plan. Responsible and reasonable adults did not kiss their students. They didn’t take advantage of shy, quiet girls who had been looking for advice. But worst of all, he couldn’t even face the brunette after what had happened. The way he stuttered an apology and quickly left her by herself remained fresh in his memory. No matter how many times he ran through the memories, Wesley couldn’t comprehend how he had slipped up so badly. It was true that he always found the senior to be quite beautiful, but he would never consider overstepping certain boundaries even in his wildest dreams. He was a man of discipline who followed the rules that were laid before him, yet he was now wallowing in guilt. If rules were meant to be broken, then the single exception was the one regarding student-teacher relationships. They were looked down upon and discouraged for a reason, and he could list a thousand and one reasons why he agreed that they were a bad idea. It was ironic that a goody-two shoes like him had somehow managed to make such a huge mistake. Perhaps what was worse than the way Wesley felt was how Gwen must have been feeling. Guilt chewed him up inside out, but how was she faring after what happened? He had avoided speaking to her after the incident, but he couldn’t help but to wonder if she hated him now. She had trusted him to help her with art and public speaking, and he kissed her instead. If she wanted to slap him senseless, then he would have understood. Part of him was terrified that she now loathed him, though he wouldn’t have held it against her. As much as he wished he could avoid facing her, he knew he couldn’t ignore her forever. School would start eventually, and he would likely see her passing by in the hallways or in his classes. How awkward would it be if he singled her out as the only person he ignored? Sighing, he rubbed his fingers against his temples. The beginnings of a headache were creeping in while his mind continued to run around in circles. Everything was dreadfully complicated, and he had no clue how to react. If he pretended like nothing happened, she might get mad or upset (or even worse, both). The only plausible solution was to talk to her, but where could he begin? To start with, he had sent her a text message, asking her to meet him at La Hacienda. He had exchanged phone numbers with his students often because he liked to be easily accessible, and sometimes he liked to take students out on unscheduled field trips. However it was the first time he ever went out of his way to text just an individual. Wesley wasn’t sure how else to get in contact with Gwen though. He didn’t have the nerve to directly call her because he would surely become speechless at the sound of her voice. As a result, he was now sitting at a table for two, waiting for a girl who possibly wouldn’t even show up, but he’d wait until closing time if he had to. There was no time like the present to deal with what had happened. [/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 380;border: 3px solid #4a4d5a;width: 100px; height: 100px;]  [/style][STYLE=float: left;width: 150px;padding-left: 10px;font-size: 10px]Notes: I hope this post was okay! <3Word count: 762 Tagged: Gwen <3 template by pianissimo of btn[/style][STYLE=color: #4a4d5a; font-family: georgia; font-size: 33px; letter-spacing: -5;line-height: 23px;margin-right: 5px;float: right;width: 120px;text-align: right;]how can i be brave when i'm afraid to fall[/style] |
