MCA #4 | Tuesday Night
Dimitri had been trying to read. He'd gone into the living area intending to turn off the television, not have his attention nabbed by that horrible program again. Half an hour later, the book abandoned beside him on the sofa cushion, Dimitri found himself leaning forward, brow furrowed in annoyance at the idiot English teacher prancing about and declaring his affections for the teen girl he'd banged in a bar bathroom fifteen minutes after meeting her.
No, seriously.
"Walk away. Do not engage," he muttered at the screen, displeased by the way the idiot was acting. If anything, Dimitri was offended by what the writers considered an accidental student-teacher romance.
[I blame the painkillers that make me feel so odd. Open!]
No, seriously.
"Walk away. Do not engage," he muttered at the screen, displeased by the way the idiot was acting. If anything, Dimitri was offended by what the writers considered an accidental student-teacher romance.
[I blame the painkillers that make me feel so odd. Open!]