It's a little bit like being in a rollercoaster, living in Jim's head, and right now he's in one of the downward plunges. Maybe a fucking double loop
( Read more... )
Beth looks up from the book she's reading, which happens to be a battered copy of Henry V, which was the best thing that she could get the bloody shelf to give her today. Dark hair's hanging in her face, and there are dark circles under her eyes. She hasn't been sleeping so well, of late.
"Problems?"
Her voice comes out hoarse, and she clears her throat, rubbing her fingers over the small, round scar.
"Nothing new," is Jim's murmured reply, and he gives the book one last disgusted look before shoving it back onto the bookshelf and gives it another try. "There's no trick to this fucking thing, is there."
"I'm so fucking sorry," Jim says, returning her smile. As soon as he'd left school, Jim left it far fucking behind. Never heard the end of it from his parents, either. "Teacher?"
"Obviously," Jim echoes, giving her an amused look. He crosses his arms and leans back against the bookshelf. "What, you're not teaching at the school here?"
"Problems?"
Her voice comes out hoarse, and she clears her throat, rubbing her fingers over the small, round scar.
Reply
Reply
"Mostly, all I get is this year's fucking G.C.S.E syllabus."
Reply
Reply
Beth nods, throwing an eloquent roll of her eyes into the bargain.
"For my sins. Taught at a girl's school in Birmingham. Obviously not doing that anymore."
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment