“Maybe I’m just a horrible person,” I huffed looking the other way.
“You’re not,” he said, and I looked to him. “You knew I was gay, didn’t you?”
I didn’t say anything.
“I figured as much, but you never brought it up, that day, or ever. You were never going to use it against me? I’m not my political affiliation. Who I vote for does not define me… my sexuality… who I chose to love. That is me, and you didn’t trash that. You’re not a bad person Thea. I am the last person to judge who should and who shouldn’t be together because society says so.”
I sighed, “Damn it, now I have to call you my friend.”
We both laughed.
“Don’t worry about Vivian, she’ll get over it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, because I really didn’t see that happening.
He shrugged, “Well you women are hard on your own sex for some reason.”
Before I could reply, the stairwell opened. Levi looked between us for a moment, with his eyes hard, and his lips pressed into a fine line. Atticus stood quickly, but I froze under his glare.
“You, my office now,” he said as he pointed to me. Then he walked out without another word.
Shit.
“This would be a good time to use your magic to not get me fired,” Atticus almost begged as I headed out.
Levi walked swiftly with his fists balled at his side, and his whole back was tensed.
“Levi, you have a call—”
“Hold it,” he snapped, cutting off Betty and stepping in his office. She looked to me wide eyed.
This right here was the problem with being romantically involved with your boss.
“You wanted to speak to me, sir?” I asked, with my back straight.
“Are you sure you’re not busy?” he snapped throwing the file I had given him earlier onto the desk before grabbing his guitar in the corner and taking a seat. “If I knew the workload was so light around here, I would have only picked six students.”
“And Atticus and I would still be one of them,” I shot back.
I hadn’t done a damn thing wrong, and I was not going to let him make feel like I had.
“Professor Black, I’m sure you’re only interested because we were stupidly discussing something private during your time, and for that, I am truly sorry. However, I would like to make it clear, once again, that I am serious about my position here and my intention to learn from the best. There is nothing, not even a little bit, going on between Mr. Logan and myself. I’m not that stupid, nor that cruel, to be doing anything in your stairwell with you twenty feet away.”
He strummed the strings, not saying anything as his fingers worked over the neck of the guitar.
“Is there anything else, Sir?”
“That file, where did you get it? Honestly,” he asked, calmer now.
“I traded babysitting Bellamy for Tristan on Friday and Saturday for it. It’s just a mistake on your brief for the bar association tomorrow, right? Nothing big.”
“Even little mistakes look bad. I’ll be sure to thank Tristan then. That will be all,” he said as he resumed playing.
Nodding, I turned to leave when I heard him whisper.
“There’s nothing there? Not even a little bit?”
I turned to face him, my expression softening as my heart broke at his tone. “It’s not even possible. I’m head over heels for someone and Atticus… well, I’m not his type.”