Worse Than Nicotine

Holly was the worst at avoiding people. If she were to make a list at things she were bad at, “avoiding” would be at the top of that list.

She had never felt more guilty about that dream with Mr. Gaskarth. When Brendon would try to interact with her in class or at lunch, she would try her best to avoid his eyes. She feared that if he looked in hers, he’d see her dream flash in her orbs. And the last thing she wanted was him finding out about it without her telling him herself.

She was reminded of the dream everywhere. And not just when she interacted with Brendon, but especially when she saw Mr. Gaskarth in class. Whenever his eyes locked with hers, she felt the sensation of his hands against her skin once again. She wanted to deny it, but literally his eyes were just screaming, “LET’S JUST FUCK RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.” Luckily, she had enough instinct to tell her not to.

Knowing that she shouldn’t be doing it, Holly was constantly asking her teacher for help. Mr. Gaskarth said the first day that he was there to help everyone, inside and out of school. He had already helped her outside, so now was his chance to help her education.

And if he were being honest with himself, he liked helping Holly. She was always an interesting person, that Holly Wolfe. He had promised himself he wasn’t going to pick favorites when he became a teacher, but this Holly Wolfe was making it quite hard for him not to. She was funny and not afraid to be herself. And by the way she always needed help―whether it being in the creation of song lyrics or practicing with a pick―he liked the way she wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

“What’s been up with you lately?” Hayley asked one late Friday afternoon. The two friends thankfully had music last that day, and they were mostly just relaxing while pretending to come up with a chorus for Hayley’s new song.

Holly was strewn over the purple couch they occupied every day, trying to balance a pencil on her nose and failing. She glanced to where Hayley sat on the ground with her prized blue notebook and raised a brow. “You’re going to have to elaborate.” She muttered.

The redhead sighed and leaned in, whispering, “You’ve been asking for a lot of help lately …”

“And?”

“You never asked for help!” Hayley whispered loudly, and her friend shot her a look.

“Maybe I just never felt obligated to,” she explained, resting her eyes to where Mr. Gaskarth sat at his desk and flipping a pencil around with his finger―a gesture Holly noticed he did a lot when he was bored. “Mr. Gaskarth is more willing to help than Mrs. Michaels ever was. I’m taking that opportunity into full force.”

The red haired girl lofted her brow. “Really?”

Holly smiled, “Really.”

Hayley looked back down at her notebook, chewing on her pencil, and then back up at her friend. “You know that you can tell me anything, right?” She said, leaning in. “If there’s something really going on with your … feelings and what not, you can―”

“I’m fine, Hayles.” The blonde persuaded, going back to balancing the pencil. “There’s nothing for anyone to worry about anyways. I have Brendon.”

Notes

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