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Post by issac on Sept 29, 2012 6:13:46 GMT -5
 -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Being stubborn wasn’t exactly something to be proud of, but in the cases when it came to teachers and students, well, the stubbornness coming from a professor could possibly be accounted as a positive trait. Because if they gave up on the people they taught, then nobody would learn anything. So yes, when it came to teachers and certain aspects of their work, Derek was pretty sure that he was entitled to a little stubbornness, which was precisely what he was doing now when he didn’t let Kat simply continue on with her monotone voice and go through the tutoring lesson as per usual. He would have, had she been anyone else and not the girl he knew and came to cherish a while back. She was possibly the bubbliest student in his class, and he didn’t like to think of her as being so down about this all, because it just didn’t make any sense that someone who was so full of life could be brought to such a low level. But it seemed he had no choice but to believe it, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t seeing it with his own two eyes, but at the same time he wanted to make sure he’d done everything possible to kick her back into her usual high gear, or just have her admit that something was wrong. Whatever that was, he also wanted to know so that he could help her, but he’d take it one step at a time, which meant he was going to take what she’d give him and be thankful for it. The more she gave him, the less stubborn he felt and the more sympathetic.
Whatever had happened had obviously struck her hard, and because Mira hadn’t actually said anything about a possible death in her servant’s family, something that would have travelled fast around the student body at this school, Derek was left to his own devices to guess just what it was that made Kat feel this low and sad about it. He wasn’t coming up with good excuses though, so that was why he simply asked her to tell him and stop this whole suspense deal so that she wouldn’t drive them both mad. It was one thing to keep to yourself that you possibly had one bar of chocolate too many, but quite another to stay quiet on something that seemed as important as this, and this was very important, as far as his knowledge went. Then again, family matters usually were, and he wasn’t about to say otherwise. His parents tended to argue a lot more now than they had when hed been younger, but he didn’t really feel threatened by it because he knew his father loved his mother more than life itself and so there was no way anything could happen on that front. He also knew that the few cousins who he had contact with would possibly call him if they needed any help and that he’d give it to them as much as possible, within the limitations he was currently faced with. So him offering help to Kat wasn’t really that out of nature for him, it was something that he would have done regardless actually, and he hoped she’d be able to see that. He wasn’t just doing this because he felt sorry for her either; that would just be mean. No, he cared for her in away he couldn’t quite explain yet, and that meant he was going to persist. She finally spoke, and looked into his face again, and Derek sighed softly, allowing the breath to leave his lungs in a slow whush when she finally came clean about what was bothering her. I’m sorry to hear that – how bad is it? If it was serious, that usually meant cancer, and cancer was a difficult thing to overcome, unless it was in the early stages, and even then sometimes it went a little bit beyond what was possible. He just hoped things weren’t too bad in Kat’s family and situation.
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Post by katerina sofia nikolova on Sept 29, 2012 23:50:09 GMT -5
 -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- She was hoping that she wouldn’t have to elaborate after her little confession to him. But there was a part of her that knew that he’d want to know specifics. And if she was honest she couldn’t even really recall all the medical jargon that her parents had used on her when they told her. All she had honestly heard was cancer, though the fact that it was caught early and he had a greater chance of survival had stuck around as well. But still she wasn’t even sure how to tell people, it seemed like something she shouldn’t have to tell anyone. It was also something she was pretty sure she’d start crying over it. And that wasn’t like her, she didn’t really do crying. She had promised herself after her heart had gotten broken during third year that she’d never cry like that again. But that was her first reaction to the news that her parents had given her, and she didn’t want to have to cry in front of him now. But just the fact that he was questioning her about it, and the fact that she had actually told him was making it difficult for her to hold it together. Which was a rarity for her, because to everyone it seemed that Kat was pretty put together. After all she was usually the complete opposite of her current attitude that she knew people would start to notice if she kept up with it.
He asked how bad it was, and well she wasn’t sure how much she could say without making it obvious. After all cancer wasn’t such a rare disease, sadly it was coming up more and more in people. It was so sad because it was something that had such a high percentage of deaths just because there was nothing to cure it. You could make it go into remission, or if the location of the cancer could be removed then it would be okay. But there was always a chance for it to come back, and she knew that. She had left her parents and she could already see the visible change in her father, he looked paler, the twinkle was still in his eye but he was so tired all the time. She was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to continue working in the way that he had before. But she knew that the king and queen were aware of the situation and had let her mother know that it was okay if he cut down on his hours of work, and that he’d still get paid the same. Kat hadn't told Mira, she felt that she didn’t need to burden the princess with the news, but she was pretty sure it might have reached her ears anyway. But there was no risk of her telling anyone, she tended to be able to keep all types of secrets. Still she looked down momentarily, trying to find the right words. She could say that it was bad, and just leave it at that, but she was also sure he’d ask what it was. So if she got it out of the way right now, then maybe he’d just drop the subject and they could go over the math part of the evening. She didn’t want to just completely dissolve in front of him, she wanted to do it in the privacy of her own room, with the possibility of having very loud music to just drown out any sounds she might make. But she knew that she had to get through the hour, or however long they were going to be here, and she just had to muddle through.
“He has cancer, the doctors caught it early which they said would give him a greater chance of beating it” she said, “But there’s always that small chance that he might not be able to beat it”
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Post by issac on Sept 30, 2012 7:02:17 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Obviously, cancer wasn’t something to just brush off when you got the chance. Derek had only met one person with the disease in his whole life so far, but he was also sure he’d get to meet many more as the time rolled by. Sadly, it was becoming more and more common and people kept on dieing about it, despite the fact that in every other aspect, medicine seemed to be making giant leaps ahead. This immediately made him jump to the conclusion that Kat’s father also had it, though she hadn’t specifically said so yet. There was always the fact that it could be something else, but what else was there that was so bad? He could of course name quite a couple more diseases that could potentially be fatal or make it seem like they were, especially with them springing out left right and center, in these newest times. He had actually stopped reading the updated from the medical scientists about all the new stuff they were uncovering. It was saddening and it was also more than just depressing that they had to go through an age like that during their lifetime. It was also more than a given fact that something was going to have to change, or else things would just never be the same again, but humanity didn’t seem to be making any steps in that direction. Who knew? Maybe they would end up in cages someday themselves, to a specie far more advanced. His current excavations, the ones he was helping with, were actually uncovering possibilities of a race that had been far more technologically advanced for the time than it they’d initially though possible.
But back to the topic at hand, Derek waited patiently while Kat worked her courage and her words to form what exactly was wrong with her father, and unfortunately, it did turn out to be cancer. He felt like someone had placed a huge weight onto his shoulders, and he didn’t know when he’d be able to get rid of it. Possibly not soon enough. Now that he knew what was wrong, Derek wished for a split second that he wouldn’t be so stubborn, but unfortunately for himself, well, he always would be, and that certainly meant that he had to continue now that he was this far. It didn’t mean that he had to hurt her, but at the same time, it was definitely better for Kat to realise it couldn’t be so bad as her subconscious was making her think, because apparently, doctors had caught the disease early on. I’m sorry, Kat, he said gently, looking at her across the table, I’m sure it isn’t easy for you, and me bringing the inquisition down isn’t making it any easier. So now he apologized for bringing her any inconvenience or perhaps hurt. He really didn’t want that. Then, after that was done, his look became far more determined, A lot of things happen when and as we invision them – if the doctors said there’s a good chance, I’d stick with that. They don’t give out false hope. Right now, you need to think positive. They caught the disease early enough right? That’s an accomplishment in itself. I’d take it as that and continue in baby steps from there. But thinking positive and making sure not to focus on that meagre small chance is your best bet right now. He also didn’t want her to fully focus on the negative, because it wouldn’t help her one bit right now, especially not with her back at school and her family in Bulgaria. He wondered if Mira knew about what was going on, but suddenly doubted it. Do you feel up fot integrals tonight or do you want to just ... talk? he asked after a moment of silence. They could technically do either, because he didn’t want to pressure her and he was sure that she still had plenty of time to get calculus before the end of the year exams.
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Post by katerina sofia nikolova on Oct 1, 2012 0:19:46 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- She did feel a little better about actually telling him, but she just wanted to cut the conversation short now. She wasn’t even sure if she even wanted to do math now, even though she knew that she needed help with math. She wasn’t sure if he’d want to keep going forward with the whole math tutoring session now that this had come up. She knew that this could go one of two ways, they could pretend that nothing had been said and just go forward with the lesson, or he’d want to talk about it more. She wasn’t really sure if she actually wanted to keep talking about it, sure it had been a rather freeing feeling to tell him but still she was iffy on it. She played with the bracelet around her wrist just because she wanted something to do. She didn’t really do much of those fidgety nervous habits, just because she felt that you looked weird when you kept playing with something but she had noticed that she’d fallen onto doing that lately. First it had been the stuffed animal, and now it was the bracelet and she knew she had to stop it but it was kind of hard to stop. She could at least look up at him now, but she was still kind of avoiding the eye contact because she was pretty sure she’d get distracted.
And the last thing she needed was to act like some lovesick school girl, or just make it obvious that her crush on him was still ever present. She obviously would not be doing a repeat of what she had done that night after going to the ice box with Aurelia, but still it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about it. She still managed to scold herself whenever she thought about that night, just because she wasn’t supposed to think about it and well her father was sick and she was worrying about boys. She looked at him when he started talking and for some reason she had already felt that he’d tell her to think of the positive aspects. It was kind of hard to go about the positive aspects when she was afraid of her father being sick and possibly losing him. But her parents had drilled it into her, it had gotten detected early, all he needed was to have surgery, for which he was scheduled for in the next few weeks but she wasn’t sure if there would be anything else. And of course surgery could have its own complications but he was right. She needed to just think of the positive aspects of this all, he was going to be okay because she was sure her parents wouldn’t have told her otherwise. She nodded when he said that they don’t give out false hope, and he was right. Just think of the positive and then everything would be all right, she might even start to believe that little mantra. Plus if she started to look at the positive, she could somehow make herself return to her normal self, maybe not immediately, but slowly. Then she wouldn’t have to fake being okay, when she so obviously wasn’t. Luckily for her, she had kept up a good enough charade during the week that no one had really noticed anything amiss with her. That was until she got here, but of course she had been kind of tired of having that fake smile on her lips all the time, and she had been hoping with the whole distance thing that he had said before spring break. At his question she thought for a second, did she want to keep talking about this or did she just want to go on with math. Actually math was never an appealing choice for her, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk.
“I honestly don’t feel like doing math” she said, “I can just head back to my room, and leave you to do what you were doing”
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Post by issac on Oct 1, 2012 5:59:36 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- It was a good thing that he had patience galore, because he was pretty sure that anyone else would have already just given up on her and send her back through the door that she’d come in the first place. But Derek wasn’t like that, and besides, it wasn’t as if he was totally indifferent to the girl. The kiss she’d practically launched at him that night when he’d been patrolling the hallways had gotten him thinking in dangerous directions, and his numerous conversations with her weren’t helping in the slightest. She was a pretty girl, actually, and he’d noticed that immediately, but had just been repeating to himself that he really really REALLY didn’t need that kind of complication in his life at the moment. Of course life sometimes had its own way of showing that it cared, though half the time he suspected that it was just karma working it’s way around him, which he wasn’t thankful for. There was one definite thing going for him here though, and it was the fact that he really needed to focus on the current problem, which was that she was devastated over her father having cancer. That meant that he couldn’t really think about anything else, and he didn’t even have to kick his mind this time around. It was working of its own accord and trying to find ways to make her feel better about the situation and not look so glum all the time. It was becoming about as hard as actually getting her to talk though, mostly because there was no way she would ever tell him something on her own, he needed to drag it out of her. There was definitely something there though, and Derek was never one to give up when he caught the scent of that. In some ways, he was close to a bloodhound actually.
And with cancer, one had to be, because people tended not to talk about it much unless they had an obvious chance. There was no way that he would just let this be though, but he would respect her wishes and make sure he acted according to them. It was her well-being that mattered after all, not whatever else was going around them. He watched her as she played with her bracelet. On a normal occasion, he would have probably commented that it was a lovely piece of jewelry, but right now he didn’t find that kind of comment appropriate, and that meant that he kept his mouth shut about it. Instead, he focused on the words again, settling against his chair and correcting the glasses on his nose just so he had something to do on his own end. Not that he didn’t mind his glasses, it was difficult not to when they were such an obvious accessory to one’s face. Nodding when she spoke, he had to agree with her, Maybe a little timeout would do you good. You can come the next time we’re supposed to have a session, or if you’ll have more troubles just let me know and come whenever. We don’t have to work on it right now. He didn’t want her to feel pressured into anything, but at the same time he did recognise the impotance of the tutoring, even if he wasn’t going to push his luck. She’d come back eventually, or maybe get her own break through and figure out that she understood math a lot better than she originally thought she did. Derek stood slowly so his joints wouldn’t crack and pop too much; sometimes he listened to himself and wondered whether his bones were eighty years old or something similar. Now he went to put the books he’d prepared for their session back onto the shelf, still listening to her of course. He stopped to lean lightly against the desk by her side. It’s your choice what you want to do – you can stay here longer if you like. Talk things out. His jade green eyes watched her both with curiosity and gentleness. He didn’t want her to go running off, but he also didn’t want to keep her here against her wishes.
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Post by katerina sofia nikolova on Oct 1, 2012 23:39:47 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- She was wondering what the chances of her not spilling her guts to him were right now. Especially when you considered how persistent he had been with the whole situation in the first place, and now he was just being so understanding. Really he needed to act like a jerk so she could get over him at least a little, because he was making it hard. She was trying so hard to keep that wall, after all it was what he wanted, but her resolve in that aspect was slowly fading. Obviously she scolded herself anytime she faltered because she was not supposed to be thinking about this. She was supposed to be behaving and of course focusing on homework so that she could make her parents proud. After all they had high expectations of her, they wanted her to continue on in college, if it was possible, so she needed to focus on that, and staring at her teacher was definitely not going to help that matter. She did her best to not look up at him right now, just as she waited for him to say that it was okay for her to leave. If she left, he could go back to whatever he would want to be doing, and she could go hide in her room for the rest of the night. Maybe she could go find Aurelia and have a sleepover, she really was craving a movie night.
“Thank you I appreciate your understanding” she said.
She felt like that answer was kind of fake, but she was pretty sure if she started to show emotion it wouldn’t have been good. She grabbed her book when he started to move, maybe she could make some sort of a swift escape and just manage to keep her resolve. She was about ready to throw her book in her bag when she noticed that he was now leaning against the desk, okay this was the closest he had been since the whole kiss thing and it was sort of throwing her off. Especially now that he was looking at her, my god why did he have to do that. She was pretty sure that look was his variation of a puppy dog look and she was pretty sure that he got whatever the hell he wanted when he gave people that look. She was pretty sure she had a variation of that look, she hardly ever used it since people tended to give her what she wanted just because she had that “cute” look or whatever, but she knew she had it. She was also pretty sure that he wasn’t even realizing that he was doing it, which was the bad part of this whole situation. He was probably unaware of what he was doing, even though she was so worried about her father, she was still very much a girl. Well she was eighteen and most people would say she was a woman now, but that was just getting technical. Still she was tempted to just bolt, she was sure that he wouldn’t even stop her. He wasn’t the type to keep her if that wasn’t what she wanted, but she wasn’t even sure what would happen if she stayed. After all she was pretty sure they had exhausted the subject as much as could be right now, and she didn’t want him just pitying her the whole time. So she was at a standstill, she could allow herself to be engulfed by those green eyes that could basically make her want to say, or she could just pretend that she was all talked out and she could just go to her room and hide from him until she had to see him again.
“It’s not fair when you do that, you know” she said as she looked at him, “I’m pretty sure that look is the equivalent of a puppy dog look from anyone else”
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Post by issac on Oct 2, 2012 5:22:31 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- The one thing Derek didn’t want with his students, was for them to feel like they had to tiptoe around him or that they couldn’t trust him. He wasn’t one of those arrogant professors who could give you a look that would chill you to the bones, though he’d been told by a couple of people that he could do it if he really wanted it. That wasn’t his goal though, and neither was it right now with Kat. Her situation was such that needed a little bit more of an understanding, and that also meant that he would postpone the whole math tutoring sessions until she felt good enough to actually come back of her own accord because she could do it, not because she basically had to. Sure time and school wouldn’t come to a standstill because of what had happened in her family, and she wasn’t expected to just go on about it as nothing had happened either, but she would have to find a balance eventually, and Derek just hoped he’d be able to be there to see it, and possibly guide her through it. He worried about her, this type of news could definitely kill your spirit if you let it, and she was definitely doing a fine job in that direction on her own. He was now going to have to become a cushion for her to fall on while she was getting herself back on her feet. The revelation was difficult for her parents, he was certain, and then at the same time he also knew that she was tough and could survive a lot harsher stuff than this one. It made him feel good though, to know what was going on, and to be able to help at least a little bit. It was what he was here for, after all. It’s not a problem, he told her gently, contrary to popular belief about teachers and subs, we do have hearts too. The corners of his lips turned up into a small smile.
He noticed in his peripheral vision how she went to place her book back into the bag, and he was sort of half convinced she’d be trying to run for it, though he still had little to no idea as to what she was actually afraid of. Who knew? He certainly didn’t, and it saddened him to see her ready to bolt this way. Was he that bad? Was this because of the kiss prior to Spring break? He couldn’t tell, but if it was, then they definitely had to talk it out, otherwise they’d never make any progress on any levels, and he certainly didn’t mean to stay this awkward with her the rest of her schooling days, which weren’t that numerous. So instead, he focused on lightly resting the back of his upper legs against the desk on the same side she was sitting on, basically watching her reaction. If she’d be ready to bolt even after this, then he’d let her go without poking the subject further. She was almost as skittish as a stray animal or something, not that he would make the comparison out loud. She just reminded him of someone in a cage waiting to get out. But she didn’t seem afraid when he got nearer, so that meant that he could continue, and he definitely was going to. There was no one stopping him now. Her words caught him slightly off-guard though, and his smile became amused. Puppy-eyed look? That’s a first from anyone. Never heard people describe it like this. I like to think it’s just my concerned look, but I’ll take your word for it. His smile was still bemused when he looked back down at her, his expression remaining basically the same. It was a good feeling, to be this close to her. It felt much better than it should have, so he guessed, but he wasn’t prepared to move further away again soon, unless she gave him the sure sign that she preferred it. Right now though, she didn’t look worried. Just slightly irritated with his look. I guess what I want to say is that I’m just worried about you, he added in a softer voice, especially now. His eyes searched her face, hands resting on the desk now as wel to keep himself steady. The conversation was slowly turning away from her situation and math, but he was disinclined to stop it.
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Post by katerina sofia nikolova on Oct 3, 2012 0:39:26 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- She kind of wished that he hadn’t been so understanding but really what else could she expect. She was under the impression that all of the professors at vineheart had to undergo some type of sensitivity training because they were all really understanding. She should have been thankful but she was sure this was only making the situation more delicate, it was easier to pretend that what she had done before spring break hadn’t happened. She had been trying to go along with what he said, the space thing, but of course that seemed to be failing. But that didn’t necessarily mean she had to be vocal about how she was failing, she could just try and avoid him at all costs right now. She could even use this whole exchange as a pretense, after all if she was having family issues then she would have some leeway. Even though she was sure that she would never want to use her father’s illness as a pretense to avoid someone. She wasn’t that bad, and she was pretty sure shed feel forever guilty if she ever did that. So that would be out, but she really needed to just ignore his obvious sweetness because it wasn’t going to end well for her. The last thing she needed was to form a larger attachment on someone she wasn’t supposed to.
“I’m pretty sure whoever has that belief has never met the professors here” she said,“I’m starting to think you all go through major sensitivity training”
Okay so her book was in her bag, and she had two options right now. She could stay here and attempt to somewhat normalize their already frazzled student-teacher relationship or she could make a run for it. Now it was rather tempting to just do the latter, because it would make her avoid a lot of problems and a lot of mental scolding. But she knew that she’d have problems walking away now, it was his fault, he wasn’t even aware that he was doing it. That’s what was most frustrating, his reaction because he looked amused, and this was not something he should be amused about. It was actually kind of irritating because the whole space thing had been his idea, and here he was making himself all the more appealing by being all cute and sensitive and he just was not making it easy on her. She knew that he was worried about her, and she completely appreciated that, but she knew that this was dangerous for her. She didn’t need to form that attachment to him, that hopeless attachment that she had promised herself she would never form again. She had already dealt with the whole not being reciprocated in your feelings before, and that’s why she was the way she was. It’s why she tried not to have boyfriends and relationships, because the first time she had fallen in love it had turned out badly. And she knew how dangerous these thoughts were, and she’d probably not tell him. She didn’t need him telling her that it was wrong to feel that way, and saying that she was his student and that was it. She wasn’t stupid, and she would not be repeating her mistake from the carnival before spring break. Plus right now she had to focus on her family, making sure to keep track of her father’s progress and try to focus on that in the last two months of school. After all that was the end goal, graduate from Vineheart and then move forward. So she didn’t want to think about her feelings for him, she should have just left the room, she was so stupid.
“Oh please, you have those puppy dog eyes, the ones that I’m sure you melt girls with” she said, “I appreciate your concern, but do I have to remind you of our conversation at the carnival. I think you made everything pretty clear that day, and you being concerned over me is not going to help the situation”
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Post by issac on Oct 3, 2012 12:13:27 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- He was definitely amused by this point, because he didn’t know whether or not they underwent sensitivity training as she called it, but he did know that no one who was aggressive would be hired here at such an elite school. Actually, Derek was pretty convinced that Norris would be the one to single-handedly throw whoever dared raise his voice inappropriately against the kids through the doors. Or maybe the windows, depending on the mood the principal would be in. Who knew? The man was unpredictable at best, and he was also ruthless when negotiating the school’s benefits with supporters. Derek respected him, and he was also mildly in awe of the man, though he wouldn’t possibly call the feelings fear as well. Sure Norris could be feared when he wanted to be, but at the same time, there was no point in being like that when you were the principal because you needed your co workers to respect you and to follow your lead, especially in schools like this one. He would definitely know whether the principal was out of line though, not that Ned ever was. He seemed to know exactly what was right and proper, and that was all that really mattered, or so Derek though. He smild at Kat, I wouldn’t know about that. But I do know that we all need to go through psychology classes. We deal with people all the time, so we have to know how to work around them. He shrugged his shoulders, their broadness hidden by the shirt he wore, and decided not to elaborate on the subject further. Psychology was fun, but at the same time it could also be pretty boring if you didn’t like whatever was being tossed your way. It all depended on the person taking the subject really, and that was all that mattered.
Right now though, the only one that mattered was Kat to him, especially because he knew why she was acting so odd around everyone now. Her family’s situation wasn’t one he wanted to be in right now, but he would also like to make the point that he was there for her should she need him. Sure he had said distance was key in their relationship, but that had been before he’d learned about this. Derek wasn’t a complete cad, he liked thinking that he was a good guy beneath it all, and he certainly wasn’t about to change that just because he thought she needed to get over a crush she had on him, or thought she had. Who would know? He himself was starting to realise this was probably more dangerous than he would have wished, than either of them would have wished, and at the same time, well ... it also felt good. Talking to her was always a challenge because she likd fighting back verbally, and she certainly never gave up easily, which meant that he needed to keep on his toes so that he asserted himself as the superior in this relationship. Her character was so strong that he hated feeling i quenched at any point in time, but he did know that if he allowed her to rise over his head, he’d never be able to get her back under control again, which would definitely be bad. He did arch another eyebrow when she continued with her puppy dog eyes assessment. He’d never thought of it this way. Maybe ... I don’t know, honestly. You’re the first one who’s ever said this to me. He honestly had never heard it from anyone else before. Sighing when she brought the carnival back up again, Derek looked at her with his expression remaining the same, That was when I was talking about something else. Right now I’m talking about you and your family. That conversation doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you, Kat. Especially right now. I don’t want you to feel you’re alone in this. Whatever else I said at the carnival, I never want that. He was trying to be honest with her.
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Post by katerina sofia nikolova on Oct 3, 2012 23:04:07 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- She could see teachers needing some sort of psychology training but she didn’t really see it as necessary. After all she was pretty sure that people who wanted to be teachers didn’t necessarily have the mean gene in them. But of course she could be wrong, it just seemed like they had to be sympathetic to their students to relate to them. Either way she had noticed that a lot of the teachers were pretty nice, and they tried to make students feel safe. She appreciated that because she was sure the fact that they lived here, and they saw each other constantly, it was like their teachers were their second parents. Vineheart counted as their second home, so she could appreciate that he was trying to make her feel better. But she just thought that it would be a good idea to just walk away, he was giving her a good enough excuse. After all he wasn’t forcing her to stay, but she did need him to realize that he wasn’t helping matters in the crush department, and he had to know that. After all he had been the one to say that they did need distance and she had been doing her share, heck that was why she had completely avoided all of her tutoring sessions after the incident. But here he was, being all nice and just complicating things further in her head.
“That seems like a weird requirement, I mean I get why psychology would be useful” she said, “But I don’t get why it needs to be mandatory”
But she was getting off topic, but she knew that it was better to do that because then she wouldn’t let her mind wander. Why wasn’t she getting up? She knew why, but she just didn’t really want to voice the reason out loud. She would feel guilty because she was supposed to be worrying about her father, but still the thoughts were in the back of her mind. She needed to think about other things right now, she needed to probably walk away and just let him worry about her at a distance. After all she didn’t necessarily need him to make her feel better, she could probably tell Aurelia and Chris and just have them be her support. But she had told him, probably because he had been the only one who noticed any change in her actions. But that had been what she wanted, she didn’t want to worry people, she had just wanted to move forward and pretend everything was okay. But somehow, she had managed to spill her guts to him, and he was obviously sympathetic and worried about her. Maybe that hadn’t been a good choice, maybe it would have been better to just bolt and avoid him until graduation. That would have been the sound choice, yet that was not what had happened. Still the fact that he was being sort of clueless about his effect on her, she was pretty sure he was clueless on his effect on the female population as a whole. Kat wasn’t stupid, she knew she was pretty and she knew how to use it, but he wasn’t even really aware of it. That was kind of funny to her, just because it was something else that sort of set them apart. His expression didn’t change after what she had told him, she had half expected him to just tell her that she was being silly and that he was just concerned for her because he was her professor. But of course her foolish school girl crush hoped for something else, which was bad and I twas a good thing that he couldn’t read her mind.
“Oh come on, we’ve had this discussion before. You do realize that the female population as a whole is not indifferent to you” she pointed out, “It has everything to do with the carnival, you wanted distance and you worrying about me and trying to make me feel better is the opposite of distance. You know why I did why I did, now ask yourself is it a good idea to become my shoulder to cry on with what you know?”
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Post by issac on Oct 4, 2012 5:56:37 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- He smiled when she confessed she didn’t know why psychology would be mandatory for someone who wanted to become a teacher. Well, mandatory was maybe too harsh of a word, but it was included into a series of classes meant to teach you how to teach, and those were mandatory. Besides, if you didn’t quite understand human psychology, it didn’t really work out for you in the teaching department. Derek was kind of new to all of this though, because dealing with students was one thing, even if they were problematic. Dealing with students who were essentially good but had a crush on him ... that was another matter entirely. He wondered whether it was just his bad karma that was giving him a run for his money. There was absolutely no way there would be any other reason for his confused feelings right now. It was much safer to return to the topic of psychology than talk about any other, though he knew that as soon as Kat found some more ground under her feet, she’d probably give him a run for his money over whatever the heck she wanted. All she needed was a little push, and if he could give her that, then it would be all good. Thinking about it and looking at her, Derek forced his mind back on track. Well maybe I was a little too strong with words. We have to take classes that teach us how to teach – and within them you get a lot of wrapped psychology. If you don’t understand people, you can’t really be a good teacher, after all.
His shoulders rose in a shrug, even as she rose in response to his later words. He really didn’t know why he kept on pressing, but at the same time, he did understand that it wasn’t just simply because he worried about her. He did worry, that much was obvious, but he did have to also figure out what the hell he wanted, before he confused her and himself enough to really not understand anything more. Watching Kat as she finally found her own ground again to hand his words back to him on a platter, Derek was proud of himself for managing to somehow pissing her off enough so that she didn’t exactly resemble a wallflower anymore. That was the best comparison he could come up with for how she’d been acting earlier on upon arriving to his office. Their little tutoring session wasn’t exactly working out as he would want though, but at the same time, he would definitely be glad when her overwhelming presence would leave. Yes, he was confused all right. But he also knew that he couldn’t just let her walk away with thinking that he didn’t care. Now we’re back to the point where I point out that I really don’t notice the attention, if it’s even there, he responded, and yes, I do understand that – but tell me something. Do you honestly think it’s better if I go on ignoring you and giving you the cold shoulder? You’re one of my best students, and I’ve never hidden the fact that you’re also a favourite in my class, because you’re talented. If I suddenly start going entirely off, then you have to choose right now – I’m giving you the option of middle ground, but you’re asking me to go in an entirely different direction. I can, of course. But ask yourself whether you actually want that – because once it happens, there’s no going back, no matter how much you want it to. For your own sake, I’d go for middle ground – if you force me into an iceberg, it won’t exactly work out best for either of us. I’m not using this to fuel whatever it is you think I’m fueling, but I’m only trying to help you. Regardless of what happened, I don’t like seeing you like this, and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one. But it’s your turn to choose now. He was eerily calm through this.
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Post by katerina sofia nikolova on Oct 5, 2012 22:56:44 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- She was pretty sure she’d never be able to teach, her fuse was way too short and she’d end up being that teacher that threw chalk. Or well whiteboard markers since there were no real chalkboards anymore. Honestly the idea of having to take psychology, in any shape or form, to be able to teach made the profession even less appealing. If she was honest she had never even thought about any possible profession she would want to do, she had always basically had a job so it wasn’t like she ever thought she’d do something else. But the fact that she was going to be allowed to go to college with Mira in the fall, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to study. But of course that wasn’t really the point that should be crossing her mind, though it was a nice distraction. Still she would honestly never want to be a teacher, because it seemed like a lot of work and sometimes they got treated so badly. She was sure that wasn’t the case as much here, because the school was private, but still it wasn’t something she’d ever want to do. Especially because to her, psychology was a lot about trying to analyze everyone’s actions at every moment of the day and that definitely had to get old very quickly.
“Well I guess it’s a good thing I’d never want to be a teacher then” she said, “Psychology is not my strong suit”
He really wasn’t making it easy, and she was hoping that he’d just take her words into consideration and just stop. He wasn’t an idiot, she knew that, but he certainly seemed to be acting like one right now. She was trying to be honest, so that he didn’t pretend like he had no idea what was going on inside her head. But still he was being difficult with her, and he was rivaling her own stubbornness which when you thought about it, was actually a force to be reckoned with. Still the ultimatum route he was taking was not helping the situation either, and if she was forced to choose she was pretty sure she’d go down the path that would be easiest for her. It would be best to walk away, find another math tutor and just deal with it until June It was April, it was only two months and then she could just lay low in the language classes. But still that thought was kind of depressing to her, just because she had gotten used to their tutoring session and of course he had major patience with her when it came to calculus. But still middle ground would get her nowhere, and it wasn’t like she was known for making the most rational decisions. After all she was known to make rather irrational decisions, especially when the other person was pushing back as much as she was shoving at him. That was the problem, he was being just as stubborn and completely oblivious as the male species tended to be. They seemed to be under the impression that things could be worked out by just trying to find some sort of middle ground and working from there. She was pretty sure that she should just stand up, and grab her book and leave. That would be the smart thing to do, then again she knew that sometimes she didn’t make very smart moves. Like right now, the only thing he was doing was irritating her, and that really was not helping the situation. How on earth did she go from being all quiet to being completely irritated.
“Are you serious?” she asked incredulously, “Are you honestly telling me that either I pretend like what you are doing is not going to complicate things, or I just leave? Because honestly I think it would be easier to just leave and find a new tutor”
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