Jin-Sang Connor (ex_verisimil201) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-03-16 21:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | jin-sang, shizuka |
Monday 10/8/07
Who: Jin-Sang, Shizuka (Allusion toward the class)
When: Swim class period
Where: The pool
What: JC has to cancel class
Shizuka was quick and timely with sending him those short stories of hers. Having read the first three, pleased with her work and enjoying her personal style of writing, Jin-Sang moved on to the fourth and final piece. At first he thought it was some kind of joke, or perhaps that was just how it started. Some works started strangely and it turned out the first paragraphs were just a dream. Her last piece was not a dream--not even close. Pure fiction, perhaps, but NC-17 rated fiction that reminded him strangely of his own life. He laughed when he read the first paragraph about a swim instructor and a student. Funny, he thought.
He didn't find it so funny when he got a page in and was looking away every few sentences while thinking he was a horrible person. A pervert, at that. Jin-Sang had never read erotica before, he found no need to. It just wasn't something on the top of his mind, and should sex be on the brain he just grabbed a magazine or turned on the TV. He was not above pornography, as much as he wished he was. But he kept reading anyway, unable to pull away because it was interesting and really. . .good. His hands gripped the laptop or the desk, the chair, the cloth of his pyjama pants. JC tried to even fight himself. In the end, he couldn't.
His night had felt like a damn long one and he woke up well after breakfast the following Monday.
The hours leading up to class were dreaded and painful. No longer was Jin-Sang sure he could look forward to coaching swim today, not when he knew he'd have to look Shizuka in the face. She'd be in a swim suit and getting wet in the pool. His mind, though he tried to convince himself otherwise, said she was the woman in her story, and he was the man. He'd hate thinking it, he knew, and he tried to avoid it by doing other work. The Korean hit the gym, lifting weights and doing leg training, using the reps to keep his thoughts on one thing. Anything that wasn't Shizuka.
But class rolled around and he thought he was alright. His mind had been cleansed, he was focused. Ready.
The class came trickling in; as they did so he called for them to take a seat on the bleachers instead of going straight to change. When Shizuka came in, he didn't look at her at all, eyes finding the floor or another student to occupy his time. That damn bell couldn't ring soon enough or fast enough. Seconds after it finished Professor Connor stood before the class with his clipboard under his arm and took roll, as usual. When he was through with that, he bent and put the board on the floor.
"I hate to tell you all this, but I was just informed that there was an accident earlier this morning when they were putting in the chlorine and treating the pool. Too much chlorine was put into the water and it'll take about 24 hours to filter through and dilute. For your safety, class has been canceled today. I'll send out E-Mails if class is unable to meet on Wednesday. Have a good free period! See you."
Waving a hand, he dismissed the class to go do their own thing. However, he did give a significant look toward Shizuka that said "I'd like to talk to you," in the kindest way possible. It was hard, but he knew how to act and fake things, he had done it all his life. He just hated doing it to her.