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Anonymous Wed 21 Aug 2024 20:23:05 No.68463758 Report

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Continuation of shits please, if you feel like doing conts today

Anonymous Wed 21 Aug 2024 21:12:15 No.68465169 Report

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>Alright, submission uploaded. I lean back and look over this old photo I'd had in my portfolio a while. Probably won't win with all the other entrants being paintings or hand-drawn at the very least. Oh well can't know without trying, right?
>I stand and thank Liz for walking me through the process. I grab my login sheet and start to chuck it into the trash before spying a little shredder not but a few feet away.
>I feed the hungry little machine as it whirs away. Fun. One last nod at the brachy and I step out and head back to the lunch table. Olivia's still being a bit standoffish but Iadakan has helped that along.
>I return to the table and open my phone, checking my texts. Damien notices.
>"Who you texting Nico?" I freeze a bit. Can't let him know I'm planning for another date with the principal.
>"My parents." I lie poorly. It's enough.
>"Oh yeah? What's up with them?" He presses innocently.
>"Uh, they're going out of town." A half-truth. They already are out of town. For the next almost full month.
>"Oh so you'll be alone, huh?" I nod as he thinks. He gives me a toothy grin.
>"You gonna host a house party, then?" His train of thought grants me a chuckle but something in it sticks out.
>"No, nothing like that Damien." He shrugs.
>"Your loss. Hey, Liv?" He bounces right into another conversation.
>"Hm?" She grunts at him.
>"You show Inco here any of your art yet?" She squints at the dilo.
>"Look Olivia it's okay you don't have to." I shrug to try to diffuse whatever Damien is starting here. She just huffs and starts to pull out a notebook.
>"Here." It's slid towards me. I glance up to see Damien giving a small thumbs-up. I go ahead and take a peek. Mostly sketches of landscapes. A few portraits. Some of Damien, even one of me.
>"Wow you're amazing. You enter the art contest?" I thumb through some more. Almost makes me jealous. That or makes me want to whip the camera out to snap a few to save.
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Anonymous Wed 21 Aug 2024 21:20:14 No.68465396 Report

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>>68465169
>"Can't." She gruffly mashes out.
>"Huh?" I point my face at her as she looks a bit sour. Oh crud.
>"You can't enter if you've won already." Damien chimes in. Wait won already?
>"You won?" I'm not surprised but rather impressed.
>She looks a bit surprised and nods at me. "Yeah. I did."
>I smile and slide her notebook back.
>"I'd love to see the piece." Olivia and Damien share a glance. Damien answers for her.
>"It's hung up in the hallway." I blink a few times in thought. Oh that was hers? O. Halford. Right.
>"That's incredible!" I find her blush slightly at the praise. She coughs a bit and pulls out the canteen again before noticing it's bone dry. Excusing herself to refill it.
>Damien speaks as she goes.
>"She's really opening up to you, man." I tilt my head at him.
>"She is?"
>"Yup. Most she's talked to anyone in months. Keep it up, dude." I get a pat on the shoulder as the rest of lunch goes quickly once Olivia returns. More talk about my submission and of art in general.
>As I part ways with the group I dwell on the fact that I'm alone at home. A party, huh? I wonder.
>I tack away a quick message in offer to Edna. I'm no chef but I can sear a steak and bake a potato. I ask for a dinner date.
>To my surprise not but a few minutes later I get a roundabout yes. Not until the weekend. I pocket the device and go about my day, a spring into my step.
>The week seems to take a while. Lots of waiting for things to happen, for dates to arrive or pass. True to Damien's word Olivia does seem to actually converse slightly with me, growled and short it is. I find myself really settling into the friend set.
>Another of my electives is called off as I'm called into the office again. Weekly paperwork ordeal. This time to the flavor of if I'd been finding the diet appropriate for humans.
>I fill my few sheets about my gut health while Edna does her best on her own set of cafeteria-based questions. A few exhausted sighs later and I'm feeling spent.
cont.

Anonymous Wed 21 Aug 2024 21:30:41 No.68465668 Report

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>>68465396
>I glance up to see her eyes locked onto me. We share the notion. I'm offered a break through her eyes. I heartily accept a reprieve. Think I'm developing carpal tunnel from all this anyway.
>She stands to stretch and I follow along into the teacher's lounge. Empty as it usually is. I join her at a small table set up against the wall.
>"So you're really sticking with this?" She asks, still a bit unsure about what we're doing. I don't share her hangups.
>"Yup. Like it a lot, actually. Kinda hope you do, too." I sip at my own cup of coffee filled to the brim with sugar and milk to keep it palatable.
>She sighs but smiles. "Yeah, I do. Just stresses me out. Having to keep the lid on it and all." She draws on her own mug.
>"So we still on for this weekend?" The notion causes a huge blush on the principal.
>"...yeah. You're quite forward. Not that I'm complaining." I tilt my head at her slightly.
>"I don't follow." She gazes at me.
>"Inco. You DO know what usually happens on a third date, right?" I shake my head no. I'm new to this after all.
>Her shoulders drop and eyes go wide. "...Gruugle it."
>I do so and suddenly find the room about twenty degrees warmer than what I'd perceived until this point.
>"I mean I thought you knew. A date at where we're alone. At your place." She stares at her mug as she rests it on the table.
>Screw it I'm not backing down now. I swallow any fear I'd had and just push ahead. "I'm still up for it if you are."
>There's a distinct lack of motion. Just the quiet hum of the fridge nearby, the ducts blowing cool air.
>"If you're sure." She breaks the pause. I nod at her, peering into her eyes.
>With that incredibly awkward moment still hanging we return to her office, the paperwork still looming above. Nothing to do but finish it. In mostly silence we work until the bell rings.
>I take my leave with just the most passing goodbye. As I step outside her office I feel my heart threaten to explode. It's happening.
cont.

Anonymous Wed 21 Aug 2024 21:40:52 No.68465936 Report

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>>68465668
>Here I thought I'd started to pin this whole dating thing down and now an entirely new angle just jumped into my lap.... Poor choice of words.
>Almost neurotically I check my phone over and over, gruugling and reading up to any and everything I can do to prepare. Conflicting answers on every side.
>I'm desperate enough to even consider asking for help from someone. I come up woefully short on the list of people who I could even ask. A quick grocery store trip that afternoon is made quite awkward as another item seems to have been added to my list. One that thankfully is simply passed right over without a blinking eye. Guess I look old enough.
>I scramble home and pack everything for the dinner into the fridge and cabinets. This place is gonna need a bump in atmosphere. I fiddle with the lights to get everything ready. Couple of candles I have will do the trick and I already pre-screened some movies we can check out after.
>Oh god I'm reminded of the phrase Netstix and chill. I lean over the table as my mind runs flush with images of her in that dress we'd picked out last weekend. I need to see it again.
>I open my phone to navigate to the picture that I'd pulled off my camera and my stomach sinks. That's the picture I'd meant to upload to the contest. If that's here then did I...?
>A deep sense of worry strikes me. I quickly navigate to the school's website and check on the entrants. Thankfully it's early enough that they're not up for voting yet. I check the date when they go live.
>Friday. Tomorrow. I quickly go to the school's login and find I can still change entrants. I reupload the photo I'd meant to put in, triple-checking.
>That was almost a nightmare. I've got to be more careful. I open my portfolio to see I've indeed swapped the names on accident. Entrant back in it's spot and dress photo back into my possession.
cont, one more.

Anonymous Wed 21 Aug 2024 21:48:27 No.68466154 Report

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>Despite my almost panic attack I still mull over the photo. She's really a beautiful woman. I ought to show his this tomorrow.
>I finish my prep and head to bed.
>One day more and I'll need to make good on that weekend date. I push the thought away and step into Edna's office again. Still have that paper mountain to tackle.
>We exchange the quickest of greetings before I step around the side of her desk. She looks up at me in curiosity.
>I plant my phone in front of her, picture ready. She opens it and almost drops the thing.
>"That's me!?" She can't believe the Edna sitting her is the Edna shyly smiling back in the photo.
>"Sure is." She mulls the thing over a long while before returning my phone to me. Now's the time to admit my almost fuck-up I suppose.
>"Believe it or not I almost sent this in as a submission to the art contest. On accident." I assure her as her eyes start to go wide.
>She lets out a huff. "Oh god, Inco. Don't scare me like that. I'd have had to enter the system to rip that out of there." I awkwardly scratch the back of my neck.
>"I don't suppose it keeps backups?" She squints at me before rotating to her computer to tack away at it.
>"Well I can see your history but it's the same photo twice and then a...painting?" I blink at her confusedly. She motions for me to lean down to look.
>Sure enough I uploaded the right file the first time but then...
>The hell? There's a magnificent landscape painting in the history, later the same day. Then my own again that night.
>I blink at it as Edna shows it to me. Well good to know I didn't screw up but how in the world did that happen? I drop it pretty quickly. Not like it's a problem anyway. Guess it was just some sort of system bug.
>"Well good to know that's sorted." Edna swivels back to her desk to return to paperwork. I take my spot across from her and go about finishing up. It takes most of the hour but finally I think we're done for this weeks busywork.
I lied one more this time.

Anonymous Wed 21 Aug 2024 21:51:31 No.68466243 Report

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>"See you tomorrow." I mindlessly call to her as I stand to leave. The words only register a few seconds after I've said them.
>Edna's looking over me again with that strange look she'd given me when we'd spent some time out back. It scratches a part of my brain that I'm starting to come to terms with. I finally have the words for the eyes she sends my way.
>Want. It's a look of possession. It tingles my spine. Now that I'm acutely aware of it I can't put it out of my head.
>I close the office door quietly and find my feet carrying me without input. That's a gaze I'd like to have pointed my way again. All the time. Forever.

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>>68464046
Next, almost missed this. Thanks for the heads up. Short break first.