Teacher and Student 4
I saw Brian in my classroom over the course of the next few days. We exchanged glances that ranged from awkward to flirty, but we never spoke nor texted about what we did. We had no need to, the memories would last a lifetime. I went back to my teaching job. I could still occasionally detect the smell of pee or squirt in my room, but it was nothing some disinfecting wipes and some air freshener couldn’t handle. The only noteworthy interaction I have had in the week since Brian and I’s night of fun was a bizarre, albeit comedic, conversation with my colleague and mentor, Mrs. Breslow. She approached me in the teacher’s lounge and said, “your glowing Adrianna.” I was more than a little flustered by this comment, “I am?” I asked innocently. …