Post by nick grammer on Nov 19, 2012 0:46:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #2E8E93; border-left: dashed 10px #000000; border-bottom: dashed 10px #000000; border-right: dashed 10px #000000; -moz-border-radius: 200px 0px 200px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 0px 200px 0px; border-radius: 200px 0px 200px 0px; true] [/style][style=width: 375px; align: center; font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; margin-left: 37px;] nick's hands were shaking as he shut the chatroom window and clicked 'shutdown' on the small computer left in his gym room office. the papers, plans for what he'd make the kids do in the next week's activities, that were scattered all over his desk were shoved into the garbage, his coat grabbed from a nearby chair, and the light clicked off as nick hurried through the gym, shutting off all lights as he went, finally locking the school's front doors behind him. had he really just done that? announced to a chatroom, open to everyone in myrtle beach, that he was the father of melissa's baby, admitting that he was in a relationship with her? yep. the chat archives would confirm it... no going back now. in a way it felt good. was he still paranoid of some major backlash? yes, but the kid... well, that kinda changed everything. he couldn't just st there and let her fumble around questions of who the dad was. even if he hadn't made it public that they were together, whenever that time came whether it was a month or a year down the road people still would have realized that he was the kid's father, so what was the point keeping the secret for any longer when their relationship was already dated? she had always hated the secrecy, at least, once she was out of school. he'd always seen it as a necessary evil. there were two (kind of three) things that nick never wanted to lose. his family/friends, and his job. his reasoning for the first was obvious, and his reasoning for the second was simply all of the effort he'd put into getting where he was now. this was his dream job. he knew that he was insanely lucky to have gotten a teaching position not only close to home, but in the exact school whose halls he had once walked as a student. where some of his old teachers had suddenly turned into his colleagues. he loved everything about the high school, it was familiar to him, not like being forced into an unfamiliar environment with unfamiliar co-workers, families, and students. lissa belonged to one group, his job clearly belonged to the other, and while he didn't want to put anything ahead of his girlfriend he had to have some way to support himself. secrecy had been the best way to keep both, and while he'd hated hurting her he'd felt that it was a necessary evil at the time. the nearest grocery store was only a slight detour from the path to his house, he was in and out within ten minutes, two containers of the specified juice and crackers in a plastic bag along side him, thrown into the passenger seat of the truck as he pulled out of the parking lot and started on his way home, nervousness hitting him at the idea of facing melissa. would she be pissed that he'd just kind of dropped the truth out there without consulting her? mad that he'd given in so 'casually' after years of resistance? for some reason all scenarios that came to the gym teacher's mind involved her yelling at him for not giving in to making their relationship public in the past. he sincerely hoped that such a situation would remain his paranoia, and not become reality. he didn't want to fight with lissa. he was done with the arguments, avoiding, and awkwardness. his truck was left parked on the driveway, to be moved into the garage later. the driver''s side door had barely shut behind him before he was pulling he front door of his house open, temporarily dropping the groceries on a nearby chair as he pulled off his jacket and hung it up in the front closet. "hey, lissa?" he called out, grabbing the bag and moving to the kitchen where he placed it on the kitchen counter. "i'm home," obviously, "and i brought the stuff you wanted." [/style][style=width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000;]words - enough / outfit = image and jeans / hope it's bearable <3 [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com |