That 90's Gap In-Between Ch. 02

Then she walked in. She was quiet, her hair was pushed back. She was talking to girl she was walking in with but wasn't saying much. Alex thought that this was his chance to speak.

"Welcome back." He blurted out.

He had gone over what he was going to say to her a thousand times and welcome back was not one of them. Her soften expression turned into a frown and she looked away from him and paced to the same took the same seat in the back of the room as she did before.

Alex watched her walk up the short set of stairs, he couldn't take his eyes off her long legs in her high waisted shorts that captivated her ass perfectly, he thought. He took note that he might have been watching her a little too long so he turned his attention to the other students entering the room and followed with more of an appropriate greeting. The next 75 minutes that followed went significantly better with the easy light hearted vibe that filled the room after the tension had been created had been cut with a machete.

"Alright class, so you have your assignment now get the hell out of my class room." Alex said laughingly, the class gave him a conjoined chuckle.

Guessing the good vibes in the room helped give him a boost of confidence because as the students started to pack up and leave, He walked around and placed a small note onto the table Harlee was sitting and continued to roam about.

For a brief moment Harlee just stared at it, and then she took it, slid it into her purse and without uttering another word continued to exit the room. Bree stopped herself from interjecting the awkward moment in the room and just said "Read it and let's go, I have to pee."

Before the end of class Harlee thought about speaking herself, she thought about what he was to her, he couldn't possibly be just her teacher. She's seen him sweating and grunting half naked playing basketball. She had seen him more casual when they went to dinner. She's seen him with his head between her legs sucking her orgasm out of her with his mouth. But here he was in his tailored H&M blazer and his dark gray slacks, totally comfortable talking to an entire class of pupils with that Colgate smile of his. She thought about going up to him and just saying something, anything. but as the class ended and others started to leave and lost her nerve and felt looked uncomfortable. So when he handed her the note her throat dropped to her gut and she couldn't come up with a reaction. Her head bee lined to the floor and she followed Bree out the room as she did on the way in. Leaving Alex alone in the room, he finally circled his desk and took a seat. With the sound of silence he released the breath he had been holding to himself.

Sunday night Harlee and Bree did there nightly Netflix binge and they tore through half of a vegetarian New York style pizza. It had been days of radio silence on the topic of Alex.

"Sooo do you wanna share with the rest of the church as to that little love note said?" Bree said.

"What?" A puzzled Harlee responded.

"Bitch you heard me." She snapped back.

"I at least thought by now you'd want to talk about it. but you've been quieter than a church mouse over it." Bree joked.

"I'm sorry." She said dryly.

"Pssh you ain't gotta apologize to me just tell me what he said to you inquiring minds wanna know." Bree said inquisitively.

"No bitch, it said, 'I'm Sorry.' That's it just those two words." Harlee stated more somberly than expected.

"What was he apologizing for?" Bree questioned.

"Sadly I don't know. I wish I knew anything about this situation but it's so beyond fucked up I just can't. I can't even make myself actually text the man." Her voice much lower and pained this time.

"Wait, so you have his number?" She said, adding to the questions lingering in the room.

"Yeah I been had it." Harley said, with just as bland as her previous statements.

"Pause, so you've been torturing yourself for weeks about this dude when you coulda just texted this dude?" Bree sharply responded.

"Yeah." Harlee shrugged and lingered into her thoughts.

'What is there left to say, we had a good time, a great time it was supposed to be a one night stand. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the man after one night, hell I am? Am I in love with this man? I am not even sure if I am in love with him. It was just one date, one real amazing date.' Harlee continued to play those words over and over in her head.

"Look Bree, it's not that simple. I kinda fell for him and I don't...I don't want or need that from anyone right now. What I need is to just graduate and go back to Chicago that's it." Trying to reassure herself she was doing the right thing.

"He's probably sorry for not calling or whatever I don't know. I haven't talked to him in months. but even if he did call, I am not even sure if I would have picked up the phone. I just don't know." Harlee said, entirely frustrated and annoyed.

Bree had been walking around the room listening to Harlee go over the last few days in her head, plotting. She stopped in front of her and handed Harlee her phone.

"Here... I already texted him 'hey'. If he responds you can at least know if this winding road of torture is worth being on. And If he doesn't respond then hey you are in the clear. Either way you HAD the balls to reach out to him in attempt to figure this fucked up shit out." She said, sharply.

"You did what?" Harlee shouted.