promise me this will never come up again. We are professional actors who graced the stages of Broadway. Professionals who cannot fuck this up. This is your job now.”
Something about the way he called her a professional actor tickled a fantasy in the back of her brain. Not a fantasy of the flesh, but a fantasy of something more… something great. “I understand. I do. And I promise.”
“Good.”
Awkward silence permeated the space between them. Lynn didn’t know what else to say, what else to do. What was the protocol for being in the presence of an incredibly sexy man you once fucked into the midnight hours… but who was now your teacher?
And, if she had it her way, her director?
“So…”
“I’ll write you a note.” He walked around his desk and scribbled a pass on a post-it note.
She just wanted him to look her in the eye. No, they couldn’t be involved ever again. Yes, they were professionals playing a part. But an intense longing just needed him to admit he missed her the way she missed him.
“You are mad at me.”
He handed her the slip of paper. “I could never be mad at you.”
Their eyes finally met. Lynn knew, without a doubt, he meant it.
Nine
“ B itch , you never texted me back!” Dana jumped in behind her in the snack bar line. Only underclassman endured the hell that was the hot lunch line, and the only decent thing school had going for it, besides the theater department and sexy new teacher, was their pizza sticks. “We were mid-convo!”
“Sorry.” Lynn pocketed her phone. Matthew didn’t have her real number and she refused to take his. There would be no way he’d text her, but it didn’t stop her from wishing. “My phone got taken away. You’d think they’d be over it by now. My god, they want us hauling around tablets and laptops for class, but god forbid you have a cell phone out.”
“It wouldn’t be an issue if those assholes in the front office didn’t block all chat applications on their server. I mean, accept we’re going to talk to each other one way or another. We don’t live in the dark ages and this shit isn’t exactly new. It’s the 21 st century version of passing notes, but far more environmentally friendly.”
“Preach it, sister friend.” Lynn high-fived her. “They’re fighting a losing battle.”
“What dicks. I hate teachers, especially the hot ones. Those assholes think they can be bigger hard-asses because their students want to do them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about Captain Kirk Chris Pine, right? He’s sex in a uniform, and Mr. Flint is basically his darker-complexioned twin, but screw him. He was part of the generation that took cell phones everywhere! It’s like a technological sin for him to take away your phone. Especially when you’re texting me. Especially then. Screw him. He’s King Dick.”
Lynn snuck a glance over her shoulder before grabbing the cardboard boat of pizza rolls. “Dana… do you remember the night we went into the city over the summer? We pretended we were visiting your cousin or whatever, and you covered for me while I snuck off to that audition?”
“With that asshole director everyone claimed was ‘so visionary’ but he clearly couldn’t see the fucking talent you have and didn’t cast you?”
“Dana.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Anyway. So, you know how I stayed out way too late….”
“Because you totally banged super-hot actor? And I died of envy? Yes. Yes. Yes .”
Lynn flushed and hurried out of the line before the lunch lady at the register could bore cross-shaped holes into her face. “Right, well super-hot actor is the king dick who took my phone.”
Dana ran into Lynn’s back. “Oh my god.”
“Shh!”
They sat down at their usual table in the back corner, where things were a little more private. Seniors had laid claim to the corner for forever, but Lynn and Dana were part of the elite group of juniors permitted to sneak in the previous year. There was wide
Something about the way he called her a professional actor tickled a fantasy in the back of her brain. Not a fantasy of the flesh, but a fantasy of something more… something great. “I understand. I do. And I promise.”
“Good.”
Awkward silence permeated the space between them. Lynn didn’t know what else to say, what else to do. What was the protocol for being in the presence of an incredibly sexy man you once fucked into the midnight hours… but who was now your teacher?
And, if she had it her way, her director?
“So…”
“I’ll write you a note.” He walked around his desk and scribbled a pass on a post-it note.
She just wanted him to look her in the eye. No, they couldn’t be involved ever again. Yes, they were professionals playing a part. But an intense longing just needed him to admit he missed her the way she missed him.
“You are mad at me.”
He handed her the slip of paper. “I could never be mad at you.”
Their eyes finally met. Lynn knew, without a doubt, he meant it.
Nine
“ B itch , you never texted me back!” Dana jumped in behind her in the snack bar line. Only underclassman endured the hell that was the hot lunch line, and the only decent thing school had going for it, besides the theater department and sexy new teacher, was their pizza sticks. “We were mid-convo!”
“Sorry.” Lynn pocketed her phone. Matthew didn’t have her real number and she refused to take his. There would be no way he’d text her, but it didn’t stop her from wishing. “My phone got taken away. You’d think they’d be over it by now. My god, they want us hauling around tablets and laptops for class, but god forbid you have a cell phone out.”
“It wouldn’t be an issue if those assholes in the front office didn’t block all chat applications on their server. I mean, accept we’re going to talk to each other one way or another. We don’t live in the dark ages and this shit isn’t exactly new. It’s the 21 st century version of passing notes, but far more environmentally friendly.”
“Preach it, sister friend.” Lynn high-fived her. “They’re fighting a losing battle.”
“What dicks. I hate teachers, especially the hot ones. Those assholes think they can be bigger hard-asses because their students want to do them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about Captain Kirk Chris Pine, right? He’s sex in a uniform, and Mr. Flint is basically his darker-complexioned twin, but screw him. He was part of the generation that took cell phones everywhere! It’s like a technological sin for him to take away your phone. Especially when you’re texting me. Especially then. Screw him. He’s King Dick.”
Lynn snuck a glance over her shoulder before grabbing the cardboard boat of pizza rolls. “Dana… do you remember the night we went into the city over the summer? We pretended we were visiting your cousin or whatever, and you covered for me while I snuck off to that audition?”
“With that asshole director everyone claimed was ‘so visionary’ but he clearly couldn’t see the fucking talent you have and didn’t cast you?”
“Dana.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Anyway. So, you know how I stayed out way too late….”
“Because you totally banged super-hot actor? And I died of envy? Yes. Yes. Yes .”
Lynn flushed and hurried out of the line before the lunch lady at the register could bore cross-shaped holes into her face. “Right, well super-hot actor is the king dick who took my phone.”
Dana ran into Lynn’s back. “Oh my god.”
“Shh!”
They sat down at their usual table in the back corner, where things were a little more private. Seniors had laid claim to the corner for forever, but Lynn and Dana were part of the elite group of juniors permitted to sneak in the previous year. There was wide
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