“I mean… No, not really. I felt a little dizzy, but I’m going to assume that it’s because I haven’t eaten in over twenty-four hours.”
I patted him on the back. “Twenty-four hours? Triple P, dude… You have to eat something.”
“I’ll grab some soup at the café on my way out, maybe? I’m fine, just… Can we please change the subject? You’re making me feel like you’re about to give me my last rights.”
“Has your week gotten any better, Thomas?” Doc kept his gaze on Preston for a second before turning to me.
“Well, I haven’t fallen in front of another student, so I guess it’s as good as it can be.”
“What?” Preston laughed.
“I would have fallen right on my face as soon as he walked through the door if he hadn’t caught me. I was mortified.” I groaned.
“It’s an awful nice meet cute.” Doc’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Sounds to me like he swept you right off your feet.”
“That’s not funny. I’m hoping that he can get a transfer to another vocal studio. I don’t think I’m the right fit for him,” I lied, and I could have told these guys the truth. But it was hard to admit that I had a major boner for my student, and perhaps, fate was playing tricks on me. The last thing I wanted to do was get pregnant right now.
“I’m confused.” Triple P laughed and scratched the back of his neck. “Good grief! I just got chills.”
“The menopause.” Doc laughed. “Still with your belly the way it is…”
“Can we please go back to Juvie over there falling on his face?” Triple P did not like talking about his change of life. Being told that he was having early menopause meant that his chances of ever having a kid were quickly slipping away.
“It wasn’t on his face. It was into the arms of his younger lover.” Doc chuckled loudly.
“Har-de-fucking-har.” I shot him a dirty look. “Just because he was hot doesn’t mean he’s my…”
“Wait!” Triple P banged the table with his palm. “You did or didn’t fuck the hot student?”
“Didn’t.” I frowned.
“Oh, but you really wanted to, huh?” Triple P laughed and placed his hands against his belly as he literally turned green in front of our eyes. Maybe he had the stomach flu?
“I think he was going into heat.” Doc grinned wickedly.
“Not funny.” I needed to change the conversation, but luckily for me, Triple P beat me to it.
“Oh, God! I feel like I might…” He covered his mouth with his hand.
“Are you sure you’re not knocked up?” Doc leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. “Sounds like it.”
I nodded. “Yeah… I mean, you’ve had morning sickness for…”
“I… fuck you,” he mumbled through his fingers. “I gotta go. If the dean asks, I’m feeling…”
“Hot and bothered?” Doc winked.
Triple P turned and dashed towards the entrance. Doc looked over at me and shook his head.
“Do you really think he might be?” I watched him dodge the oncoming crowd of students.
“I don’t know… But the question you should be asking is if I really think you’re gonna fuck your student. Cause my answer is yes.” Doc picked up his empty beer and stared over at the bar.
“Well… You’re in lust over your grad student, so…”
“Birds of a feather.” Doc sighed heavily. He frowns and leans closer. “I’m pretty sure it's more than lust but we keep getting interrupted every time we’re alone. I see him every day, but not in the right context, if you know what I mean. I can’t make a move in the middle of my classroom.”
He sounds genuinely frustrated, but I ignore his lament and continue with my own thoughts.
