It was late, and Jamie really should be getting home to make dinner, however, her and Chris had been spending increasing time together, and while that was pleasing, it was also deterring from Jamie’s social life. As she texted Chris explaining she was meeting a teacher she packed up the folder of the weeks assignments she needed to correct and hand back later in the week, and slung it under her arm. Tucking her phone back into her purse, she closed the drama department office and headed down the hall. She’d never heard of this Will Hardy before, and while that was a bit unusual, it was quite common that she’d never encountered him at her two years at NYPAHS (her senior year being one of the years) because she simply stayed away from science courses, and the science hall as best she could. Now being a teacher’s aide for the drama department it made even less sense that she’d be around that part of the building. It would be good for her though, to expand her friendships. Making her way down the hall, Jamie squinted her eyes as she looked at the signs on the walls directing her to the science halls. It’d been so long since she actually roamed around the building. Even when she was a student she never really spent all that much time in class, most of the time she skipped out to go home with Chris at lunch break, have a quickie then stay in. She’d barely passed senior year, but Chris pulled a lot of strings and she graduated with fairly decent grades, and amazing recommendations. She’d had a bunch of interest in her when she was at the school, but that, as everyone knew came crashing down when Jamie got pregnant. 

Finding the man’s office, Jamie fixed the strap on her purse, hoisting it higher, as it kept sliding down her slender arm. She hated handbags, but it only seemed appropriate she use one. In all honesty, she preferred a backpack to purse, even a simple clutch, but with the amount of things she needed to bring with her, it was necessary. Knocking quickly on the department head’s door, Jamie unhesitatingly pushed open the door. Giving the man who was seated at his desk a smile and quick wave, she took a seat immediately in front of him, setting her folder on his desk that was stationed in front of her. ” Long day?” She questioned more rhetorically than anything. ” This isn’t exactly spontaneous.” She teased. 

professorwilliamhardy:

justifiedjamie:

I think you’ll come to find I’m as spontaneous as they come. Where shall I meet you then?

I like that, spontaneity is good for someone’s character. My office?

I’ll be there. 

Oh that sounds ideal; tea, papers, pens, groaning from frustrating idiotic responses to questions, biscuits…it’d be cool. Why do you have to know what would be happening? You can’t just walk somewhere and see something interesting you’d like to do in stead of planning? I like everything love, nothing specific.

I think you’ll come to find I’m as spontaneous as they come. Where shall I meet you then?

There all posh in their own way and you’re right, the students I have coming from the theatre department are always more…dramatic, but then there’s students that come in and are more kind to me then my nan. You can come hang out with me, I do some fun things in place of grading papers.

And here I thought you were inviting me on a night of correcting papers. I can bring my stack and we can compare piles.. That was blatant sarcasm. Ideally it’d be nice to know what your idea of a fun time is before I nonchalantly agree to this hang out session

My eyesight is keen enough to know there are a select few students who are decent human beings. Yeah, I’ve got loads for just being awesome at everything to do with teaching.

I suppose you’re right, but try spending more time in the theatre department you might side with me a bit more. I can only imagine.. 

They are a bit posh aren’t they? Oh yeah, sound, just put the teacher of the year award next to all of my other ones I get for being an awesome educator.

A bit? You might consider glasses…Right of course, I bet the shelf is filling with the years

It’s common courtesy to be nice to a woman who hasn’t done anything to deserve less. I am not new, just not one to stick around the halls after classes end, might have to change that soon because I’m far behind on grading.

I can see wherein lies the problem, on the correcting. It’s understandable though, nobody wants to be around posh kids longer than necessary. I can see you’re in line for teacher of the year.