Old Injuries

Alex Bayly sat down in the teachers' room, flipping through the books of her students.

She had just collected their assignments to be graded, and from what she was looking at they didn't seem to understand what was expected of them in the assignment.

She looked puzzled as she stared at their work. "I thought I taught them very well, what is all of these...?"

Just as she was thinking of what to do, another teacher named Mr. Weasel went towards her cubicle and knocked, staring down at her from above.

"Alex, you still haven't given me a reply about what I asked you. I told you, I want us to be in a relationship and I truly meant that, you're 31 now, you're not getting any younger, in a couple of months, you'd be 32, and you know what they say about menopause, ... don't you want to have children?" Mr. Weasel was ranting on and on.

Alex Bayly was pretending to be busy but the words were hitting her hard. These points that Mr. Weasel pointed out have been reasons for her tears in recent weeks.

She hadn't gotten a good night's rest for a while, she buries herself in work to hide her fear and also ignore the ravaging thoughts in her head.

Tears filled her eyes as the haunting memories started to return. A dashing male figure flashed in her mind, she remembers when she was in her early 20s.

She was in love with this male figure, she remembered how she gave her heart completely to him. without hiding or holding back anything.

After taking her virginity, the male figure went ahead to sleep with her own best friend back then.

"Damien..." Alex Bayly let out before she remembered that there was someone else looking at her.

With tears in her eyes, she looked up and found Mr. Weasel who looked puzzled by her behavior. "Uhm, I don't know who Damien is, but in case you've forgotten, I'm Mr. Weasel..." Mr. Weasel responded sarcastically.

Alex Bayly got up from her chair and left her cubicle, heading for the bathroom without looking back.

There were other teachers who were also present in the teachers' room at the time. They all witnessed the scene.

"She is still ignoring you isn't she?" A female teacher came to tap Mr. Weasel on the shoulder as she asked.

"Seriously Jane, I don't get why she is so stubborn. She is single, I am single, let's just connect, but..No, she Just has to be so stubborn, and what is more annoying is how she's always mentioning that name Damien, only the gods know who Damien is!" Mr. Weasel spoke to the female beside him.

"Mr. Weasel, you don't seem to understand females at all, she is probably going through some things that she needs to work out. You cannot make her like you or fall for you if you don't try to understand her, we aren't like mathematics questions that you just figure out, we are much more complex than that." Miss Jane responded.

"But Mathematics also has complex equations, like algebra and the likes, at least when I teach maths, I always have confidence because no matter how hard a question is as long as there is no flaw in the question, it could be solved, however, Alex, she is just...Alex...

"I can't seem to figure her out, I invited her on a date last week, she accepted to go, but she never showed up, I bought her a gift three days ago, it's still there on her desk, she never opened it, and when we talk, she gives me these signs that confuse me into thinking she likes me until she just suddenly switches like a button... I'm frustrated, Jane..." Mr. Weasels whispers to Jane as he turns to walk back to his own cubicle space which was to the far right on the opposite row of cubicles.

Jane follows him to his cubicle and as he sits down, she speaks "Why don't you date me, and use me to make her Jealous." Jane softens her voice as she looks at him from head to toe in a mischievous manner.

Jane had always had a crush on Mr. Weasel, the genius maths teacher with blond hair and a slightly protruding pot belly.

Mr. Weasel has an appeal around him that makes him stand out as a science authority, he was making decent money from his teaching job and other research papers he writes.

The only thing he lacked was the girl of his dreams, Alex Bayly. This doesn't take away the presence of options.

He had a lot of female teachers who were very interested in him, but most of these teachers didn't appeal to him.

Some were married and had rich well-to-do husbands, but their looks weren't worthy of mention, some were single but to him, they were either too fat, too skinny, or just flat out ugly.

Alex was an exception, at 31, she seemed to have reached the peak of her beauty. Flawless skin that scents like a mixture of lavender and milk. tall, sexy with wide hips, curved ass, and hot brunette hair that would give your eyes enough to feast.

Beautiful Pink lips, and those gorgeous Hazel eyes.

Sometimes he dreams of making out with her so many times that it was making him go crazy.

He even takes pictures of her secretly. He uses it during his private sessions in the bathroom. He could almost have any teacher in the school, but the one teacher he truly wanted wasn't even giving him any face at all.

He lied to Miss Jane about Alex giving him mixed signals. Alex Bayly had told him time and time again that she wasn't interested, he just wasn't taking no for an answer.

At a time she nearly called the Police on him when she caught a strange naked man by the side of her window as early as 4 in the morning.

She had warned him several times to not pester her again, but, Mr. Weasel couldn't let his libido sit still, neither would he accept that there is such a thing in this life that he couldn't have.

Alex Bayly was sobbing in the bathroom as the memories washed in her mind. Damien was the most painful topic she had ever had.

He was the First man she loved with all her heart and he broke her into pieces that she found hard to put together. Even Humpty-dumpty would have a better chance of being put together.

She sat silently on the toilet seat, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Am I destined to be unable to move on from you? It's been 9 years now and I still cannot forgive him or forget what he did..."

Just as she was being moody, the bell rings for the next class. Being a workaholic, she gets up, cleans her face with a tissue and water, and then washes her hands before heading out for her class.