The Big Fish, Madison Henley [i love reading books TXT] 📗

her book before walking over and sitting at her desk. Keliah bit her lip and smirked. She walked over to Georgia and placed her cup of coffee in front of her.

"I brought you breakfast. It also ties in with the good part of a morning."

Georgia stared blankly at the coffee before fluttering her eyes up at Keliah.

"I don't drink coffee. I believe I told you that the last time you brought me it...and the time before that."

Georgia smiled thinly.

"Everyone likes coffee. Don't let your rooted attraction for me that you try so desperately to deny get in the way of accepting free good coffee. Just take it babe."

Georgia opened her book to where her bookmark was and avoided contact with Keliah. This girl had balls of steel.

"Keliah, I told you not to call me that."

Keliah gave her professor a smug smile.

"Mmm. And why not?"

"Because I'm a professor, and you're my student. That's highly inappropriate."

"Oh come on. Enough with the act. I know you like it when I call you that."

"No I don't—"

"No? Okay well how about I call you Georgia then? I mean, I'm so use to moaning that into my pillow at night..."

"Keliah!"

Georgia's face turned a crimson color of red and she focused on not meeting eye contact with the younger girl.

Keliah shrugged.

"Just saying. It has a nice ring to it. Georgia...Georgia....Yes Georgia....God yes, right there!"

Keliah moaned in a sultry voice. Georgia caught her coffee just before it spilled and dampened the pages of her book when she stood up haphazardly, adjusting the cup of coffee after she had so a second time so she could focus on something else.

"Keliah,"

Georgia breathed.

"Please have a seat."

Keliah snorted as she walked to the empty desk in the front row and plopped down in it. Georgia moved the coffee that Keliah ever so kindly provided her every day to the corner of her desk, out of the way so it wouldn't spill and make her life an even more miserable hell.

"You didn't thank me for the coffee."

Keliah mentioned with a smile.

"I don't like coffee."

"Well come on, everyone likes coffee."

"Not me."

"So what do you like then?"

"Not coffee. Keliah,"

Georgia sighed.

"Please have a seat. It's too early."

Keliah sensed Georgia's irritation with her in her tone and sulked lower in her seat, zipping her mouth shut. She was trying to be nice, that's all. Why didn't Professor Kerouac see that?

Georgia couldn't wait for her other students to come in. The less harassment she got in the morning by Keliah, the better. It was ten o'clock on the head when the rest of Georgia's class had stormed in. As class began Keliah would pick up on things. She would watch Georgia, completely ignoring the lesson and instead watch how Georgia talked. How she would walk to the right side of the room, taking three large steps, her high heels clicking the floor with every glide and then she would turn back and walk to the left. She did that as she read. Georgia read with such enthusiasm Keliah wondered where it all went when they talked one on one with each other. She loved the way Georgia smiled whenever she read a favorite quote of hers from the novel and how she would glance up at her class and explain why the quote had such a significant meaning to her. Georgia was an excellent professor and Keliah was glad she changed her major to Professional Writing. Of course, she thought by now her and her professor would be past the strained conversations and cold coffee. Keliah pouted thinking of what went wrong as her class went by. Georgia let them go some hour and a half later and Keliah met up with Meredith at their local coffee shop to confess her complicated love story...or lack thereof.

"I just don't understand Mer. What could possibly be wrong with me?"

"I don't know Keli. I mean, it may not be you. It may be that she's into men and has a boyfriend already."

"Boyfriend?"

Keliah cackled dramatically.

"No, no, no. Have you seen Professor Kerouac? I mean, come on. She's got lesbo written all over her face...gorgeous face not to mention."

"I honestly can't tell. There aren't really any signs."

"True. I just—I want her to like me at least as a student, that's all. I want her to smile when she sees me, not grimace."

"Then give her a reason to smile at you."

Keliah leaned back in her booth and grinned.

"Maybe I'll do that. You know you're really good at giving relationship advice, you should use some of our own."

Meredith looked down awkwardly into her tea mug and stirred it with her spoon.

"Fuck, that sounded really—I didn't mean to—"

"No I'm fine-It's fine. I'll see you at practice?"

Meredith stood up and grabbed her bag, strapping it around her shoulder before scurrying out of the coffee shop. It began to drizzle and Meredith tugged on her beanie a little more so it would cover her head. Practice started in an hour. She really didn't feel like going anymore. For what? Playing soccer would always be a constant reminder of what happened and that was a pain that Meredith couldn't take. But at the same time, playing kept her busy. That didn't make