#wishfclthinking

virgil had spent the entire class trying to figure out what he was going to say to her, the gorgeous girl sitting in the front row who he had met at a party the night before. the gorgeous girl he’d snuck off with into a bathroom and fucked like two animals in heat. and now here she was, sitting in his class and he’s really stressing out about what was going to happen between the two of them. technically, he hadn’t fucked a student, because when he fucked her, she wasn’t his student. not yet at least. but that technicality wouldn’t protect him from any awkwardness that arose as he finished his lecture and she remained in her seat. eyes were trained on her as he started to head back towards the desk here in the lecture hall, the desk that he shared with the professor who actually was supposed to teach this class. but base level courses are always handed off to graduate students like him. and now he was in a predicament. “ so, what did you think about the first day’s lecture? introduction to engineering isn’t exactly riveting, but i’m trying. “ 

both of the mcknight kids had lead rough lives, but somehow they’d ended up in two very different directions. while her brother lived on the southside and made his living as a dealer, jax had grown tired of fighting everyone and everything; she had been tired her whole life, and after losing the one she thought was the love of her life, it seemed pointless to keep fighting. so she cleaned up her act, she played nice and settled for a nice guy who was just perfectly fine, & she tried like hell to push thoughts of her past life and love from her mind. then again, she wasn’t exactly expecting that same man to be sitting on the stoop of her apartment building when she returned home from a formal dinner with her boyfriend’s family. jax stoped dead in her tracks, nearly stumbling in the heels she hated so much, her hazel eyes clouding as she tried to process a million feelings all in one moment. “what are you- when did you get out?” was all she could manage. @wishfclthinking​

when one thought of wasted potential, jason fit the bill pretty well. growing up, he hadn’t had an easy life; moving around in foster homes, being separated from his twin sister in some of the homes- he’d nearly gotten a music scholarship to college as his ticket out, but instead, he’d fucked around with the wrong people and ended up living his life as a low level drug dealer. his guitar sat in the corner of his apartment, covered in a thin layer of dust, while papers and various bags lay on the box he used as a coffee table. a few people were coming over later in the night to buy, so jason’s focus was on that- so the knock at the door startled him considerably. “what the fuck do you want?” the blonde yanked the front door almost off his hinges, before looking down at a petite young woman who looked equal parts nervous and peeved. “who are you?” he squinted in confusion, blue eyes doing a quick scan from head to toe. @wishfclthinking​

if there was one thing luca hated, it was letting his son down- and being late. unfortunately, his boss at the university hadn’t really seen his son’s preschool open house as a big deal, which left the single father racing through yellow lights to make it to the preschool on time. it was a rare time where he was able to see where zeke went to school and his son had been so excited to show off his artwork that luca would be damned if he missed it. when he walked in and saw his little one with luca’s mother standing with who the man assumed was his son’s teacher, his heart ached. it was hard, this parenting thing, and doing it on his own had proved to be a huge challenge. luckily, he had family in his corner, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel guilt from time to time. “hi, so sorry i’m late, you must be miss ellis. we hear a lot about you from our little guy,” he spoke up, reaching out a hand to shake hers, feeling weirdly nervous meeting his son’s teacher. @wishfclthinking​

this seemed to be a thing he did every morning, walking out to the coffee shop for his two shots of espresso with extra sugar that’d take him through the rest of the day. but today he had actually managed to get them to come with him. wasn’t their first time there yet anything was a good enough reason to be with them. it’s sure the way they seemed to roll their eyes at his flirtatious attempts had him on his toes every time yet this wasn’t just a challenge for him even when he does love them. axel was often confident and flirtatious and it had all but started like that yet they had him weak. this was serious for him this once. he wanted nothing else but to charm his way to their heart the way they did with his. pushing his cup to the side he took his elbows to the middle of their table to get close, his eyes lingering on their laugh as they seemed to be enjoying themselves. he was expecting a dismissive response once again but still he couldn’t stop being daring. “ you’re coming on dates with me...you’re even laughing. you’ve completely fallen for me. ”

“You know, I’m glad I came back home,” Holden admitted as she sat in the car beside him. “I missed you, so very much. And being back here is just reminding me that leaving you to begin with was hard enough. I’m not quite sure I can do it again.” And she meant that, being away from him, someone who had really been a key part of her life, had felt so weird. Being back in person was just so natural.