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Setting a Date
Helena was able to see the surprise on Bette’s face, just like she’d planned. It was all so perfect. It was almost without flaw.
Bette had been walking across campus just another week later, when there was a flash mob that struck the cobblestone of her path – confusing and intriguing her to no end. Bette had always been greatly affected by the arts, and dance ranked highly in her list of incredibly fascinating disciplines. She stopped and let down her briefcase to take it all in, wondering what group the students were from when she realized the song – “All Eyez on Me” by 2Pac. Years ago, she had told her friend Alice Piezecky that she had been interested what a flash mob to that exact song would look like. She had always guiltily enjoyed rap songs, and she often played that song on her long morning runs.
It was the moment she looked across the field that it all pieced together. There stood Helena Peabody smirking at her. The flash mob had been planning it all on command – for Bette.
Bette couldn’t help herself: her smile beamed at the sight and the sentiment of what Helena had organized. The sight had Bette flabbergasted. She wanted so badly to join, but she knew the dance was not as easy as it appeared, and she kept up the image of a very professional professor around campus. It was at that thought that she tried to tame the contour of her smile to pretend as though it weren’t all for her.
The moment the song ended, the students went about their day as if it had never happened at all. Bette applauded their skill until she realized the time and remembered the class she had been walking toward. Bette looked out to the one other immobile form stood far across from Bette, still smirking at her.
Bette often cleared her throat quietly – almost to herself – in order to regain her strong sense of professionalism. In that moment, she cleared her throat and lifted her briefcase. She was headed directly toward Helena.
“Curious?” Helena grinned as Bette approached her, made to keep up with the professor as Bette mumbled that she was now running late for a class.
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Pie_Fair says
Loved it Grind! Their interaction and phone conversation oozed a mixture of a little flirt with a whole lot of tease.
GrindRight says
Helena feels teased, I presume. What Bette feels is somewhat different, I think.
SassyGran says
Nice, Grind. Good banter between two strong personalities. Look forward to more.
GrindRight says
Their personalities are both very strong – it’s great to see readers noting those important aspects of a story.
azmama says
Just love your stories. This is no exception.
GrindRight says
Thank you for commenting. It is great to feel such support.
wkm says
Enjoyed it, thanks
GrindRight says
Thanks for commenting.
BenMac says
I winced as I read this since I know what’s coming in “The Professor.” Hindsight…makes me want to scream at Bette to run away! Thanks for this. I’m looking forward to the next installment.
GrindRight says
Fans can make or break motivation – thank you for making it.
It is so insightful to read comments by readers that I also feel as the writer. Seeing as we all know what is to come, we also know that Bette and Helena’s story is doomed for failure. What could have made things so terrible between them? That is (hopefully) what will be revealed as each chapter unravels.