Isis was still basking in the aftermath of her shame as she sat at her usual seat in Mr. Greyson’s class. She didn’t want to be here nor did she want to see him. The irrational side of her, though, was anticipating his arrival. Isis drew out her notebook and began shading with her pencil, the chatter of the students fading away as her thoughts drew her in. She thought of the masquerade, every instance playing vividly in her mind as if she were experiencing it at that exact moment. But when it fast forwarded to their moment of flying to close to the sun, Isis withdrew from her thoughts. She didn’t have the constitution to think deeply about it. About how much she wanted it to happen. About how humiliated she felt by being rejected.

Isis tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was royally late this morning and forsook grooming her hair, like usual, so it was uncombed and unbound but she hadn't time to worry about that. Earphones plugged in, she sat at a bench on the university grounds while she was getting a head start on one of her assignments.She typed furiously in her notebook. She hated doing last-minute work so she wanted to finish the assignment and get it out of the way.Her concentration was fixed on the s

Weekends were as close to a safe- haven as possible for Isis, but the past weekend was a blur. She felt guilty for snapping at Mr. Greyson even though her mind kept justifying her reaction. She knew he was being ridiculous but she felt horrible, after all, he was her teacher!Presently. Isis passed her fingers through her disheveled hair and focused on her research. She was at school, making use of the Library. She didn't particularly admire the dull setting but it was better than staying outdoors where she might run into Mr. Greyson. She wasn't quite ready for that. Her next class with him was further down the week and she was adamant to prolong their inevit

"Let you in?" She echoed his command and was certain her voice illustrated her complete bewilderment. Mr. Greyson shoved his hands into his pockets and sighed."There are no rooms left so we will have to share one." He enlightened her. Lex was also not thrilled about the idea, it was not what he wanted but it was the only choice they were afforded."You could've let someone else share a room with me." Isis countered.

Isis opened her eyes after one of the best night's sleep she had in a really long time. She looked around the empty room and eased her eyes shut and sighed. She knew she was unable to fall back asleep and decided to get up. She pulled the covers off of her and stood. She looked down at what she was wearing...Mr. Greyson's shirt! Last night occurrences flooded her mind and she instantly remembered what happened...what she had initiated! She buried her face into her palms, embarrassment being the dominant emotion."Morning." The one person she didn't want to confront spoke.