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A Real Adult 1x1 rp (@Anna Axle)

Hearing the girl apologize for doing nothing wrong didn't help the teachers condition. It was bad enough to see a teacher in a vulnerable positions, but she didn't care much for a title of it could help this girls. But she wanted to help her. She removed her glasses to wipe the tears out of her vision, and she actually saw clearer because of it. She didn't cry loudly, and she hardly ever cried, but it was usually an easy clean up job when she did.


"Would you... Would you mind staying with me in my office?" She said before realizing the girl was bleeding. She calmly wiped it off with her favorite sweater, looking her in eyes when she did, against her better judgement. It was the first time she saw her eyes, and the first time a girl has seen ms. Whiteday's eyes without her glasses. She didn't need glasses, in fact she saw better without them. The fact that she could see this girl without any filter, it was calming feeling.
 
Rachel looked away and nodded softly. Her cheeks were tainted a bit red. "s-sure..." she stuttered and looked at her again. Rachel's brown eyes gazed at her and smiled the best she could. Her heart hurt a bit and she wanted to make her feel better. Rachel blamed herself for making her sad. "I'm sorry... this was because of me wasn't it..." she whispered softly and blinked with sad eyes "I'm sorry" she repeated and started to bite her lip again. It was a hard habit for Rachel to break since it was the only thing that kept her calm when she felt really nervous or anxious.


Rachel slowly stood up and offered her hand. She didn't say anything afraid that she might break down again. It was strange for her to ever look someone in the eyes but it seemed that with Ms.Whiteday it was ok... Rachel felt like she could trust her. Something that Rachel hadn't done ever since her grandmother passed away in her sophomore year in high school. It scared her yes since she's never known anything about love or anything according to society per say. So it made her happy that Ms.Whiteday concerned herself with someone like Rachel.
 
Ms. Whiteday took the hand, gracefully, as if at a ball. It seemed she had collected her broken composure.


"Yes, it was because of you" she said pulling her in by the hand. "But you don't have a single thing I want you to apologize for." She started walking to her office, taking the longest way, where there are fewer people, so that she would have to let go of her hand. It seemed like it was the only thing keeping her up, and if she let go before she was ready, she felt she would crumble.
 
Rachel held her hand a bit shyly. She didn't say anything. She blushed and followed her. She squeezed her hand a bit to make sure that she was awake. It was strange because never had this happened to Rachel. She followed closely not saying anything but just watching her walk. She never been inside Ms.Whiteday's office before. "Again.. i'm so sorry..." she whispered feeling like it was her responsibility to do so. She bit the inside of her cheek now since her lip hurt from all the biting.
 
"Please stop apologizing, it's just gonna make me sad." She said, seeming to have regain her composure as if nothing just happened, although, it could be that a few of her fans do watch, and she constantly had to keep a brave face no matter were she is, or how she's doing. She can't find it in herself to let them see her cry, even when she's on the verge of it. Yet it was somehow different with Rachel, in a trusting kind of way.


She entered the office, closing the door and windows. It was pretty far off from the other offices, out of her own request. Not many girls like to scary over, usually because the atmosphere is too serious, which causes the whole teacher in dorms problem. But sometimes a serious atmosphere is fine, when you need to calm down a bit. "I'm the one who's sorry" she said taking off her jacket and sitting on the empty couch/bed.
 
Rachel smiled softly "You don't need to be..." she whispered and looked around the office. She didnt move so she stood by the door and kept looking around her mouth shut. "I don't... think you should be sorry..." she whispered "It was eventually going to happen right...?" her voice took a sad tone and laughed softly "I just wasn't ready..." she whispered and took a couple of steps inside the office and looked at her smiling "so please don't be sad... im sorry its just... my past and stuff" she said mumbling and then looking at her directly in the eyes.


Rachel did feel a bit uncomfortable but she just wanted to escape from the outside world for a bit so she was ok with being in this office. She took a seat beside her and looked down at her hands "Is it.. ok for me to like girls..?" she asked and didnt move from the spot she was just looking at her hands a blush covering her face still.
 
"Well if it wasn't then it wouldn't be fair..." she replied, moving one thumb on top of the other, then again, and again. "Why should boys get all the cute things?" She went on, using her own reasoning to explain, hoping it will work on this girl. She would buy the moon as a gift for this girl if it meant seeing her smile.
 
Rachel laughed softly but looked ahead and nodded "I-I guess I can see what you mean..." she whispered "As in cute things you mean other girls?" she asked a bit clueless. "I guess that does sound a bit unfair" She laughs softly and looks at her. Rachel smiles faintly and crosses her legs a bit "I'm still a bit scared..." she whispered "To trust or to tell anyone... could you keep my secret?" she smiled a bit more but couldn't help but grip her own hands into fists as she felt her hands shaking as she stuffed them away in her pockets of her own jacket.
 
"Why would I have any reason to tell people?" She asked, clueless as ever. It was pretty absurd to consider telling people though. "It's not like I have the right to tell people, we aren't going out are we?" She asked before actually considering the possibility that the girl might have come out to her for a reason. "I'm fine if we are but..."
 
Rachel blushed deep red her mouth opened and then it closed and she scooted away a bit "I mean i dont i uh" she was at loss for words as she felt a bit faint again and she squeaked shyly and hid her face in her hands. She didn't know what to say or what to do. Yes she did like Ms.Whiteday , which she kinda hadn't told her, but it was strange because she was barely getting used to things as how she was now. She couldn't stop blushing as she peaked at her. "B-But...?" she whispered her voice shaking.
 
"I'll guess I'll be a gentle women about this" she said getting up from the couch, Rachel's hand where still in her face when Ms. Whiteday got down on one knee to ask the question. Ms. Whiteday had no problems with dating women, as long as it was no strings attached. And no strings attached means official. "Rachel Valentine... Will you... Will." She couldn't seem to form the words in her mouth, and she was afraid of messing it up. Maybe it's best to wait? What if she says no? These are the usual question that goes through ones mind when asking out a girl, but they were all new to her. "I'm sorry, forget that happened" she said exhaling deeply, sitting back on the couch hoping Rachel didn't see anything through her tiny hands
 
Rachel nodded softly "I-It's best i go..." she whispered and got up smiling a bit and walked to the door and then stopped turning "Thank you.. you... you've helped me feel better so thank you Ms.Whiteday..." she whispered and walked back kissing her forehead and then running out the door. Rachel blushed as she ran out. It felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest. She looked at the bit of cloudy sky and sighed. She smiled a bit more as she kept walking now on the sidewalk walking away from the school and towards the dorms. She was feeling better and she bit her lip again as she walked. The sky suddenly rumbled a bit as it began to sprinkle many girls were seen running as to not get their hair wet. Rachel decided to place her hoodie up and walk at a normal place if there was something Rachel could see everyday it would be rain. It calmed her and reminded her of her home. She kept walking deep in thought not even noticing that she was getting wet just enjoying the rain and her walk to her dorm.
 
Ms. White day still had her head supported by her hands as she left. She could seem to look at the world anymore, and sadness was so rare to her, it was almost crippling. Hearing the rain was the nail in the coffin, and she burst out crying again. She had no intention of making a girl, and she never would for as long as she lived. The fact that she is banned from the dorms didn't help the situation, but it did give her time to think.


"Ok... Ok... So she kissed me on the head..." She paused the moment the words touched the air. "Maybe she doesn't hate me!" She got excited over thought, enough to bring her to her feet again. She wanted to go to the dorms, she went immediately to the principle to make a request. "Remove the ban, or I'm quitting!"


It caused quite the stir in the office, considering she said it loud enough, not even the doors tried to block it. The principal was the most shocked. She knew of Ms. Whitewater popularity with the students one of the main reasons for the ban, and she new quitting for teacher with freshmen classes would be a storm, especially this specific teacher.


"Ms. Whiteday please reconsider... Fine" the principal put down her pride in order to keep the flow of the school sane. "But you must have permission to enter any of the rooms." Ms. White day was out the door before the sound even hit her ears, she headed to the dorms, in the rain, without her gloves, without her blood stained jacket.
 
Rachel walked into her room. It was quiet and she was drenched from the rain. She sighed and slowly undressed. She didn't have a roommate which made things much easier of Rachel. She got her towel and headed to the bathroom. She shivered slightly and turned the water on. Rachel felt a bit better than before she yawned as it had been a long day. She entered the shower and quickly just cleaned herself over and walked out changing into shorts and a tank. She sat on her bed with her tablet again and sighed even softer. "I wonder... if what she said was right.." she wondered out loud as she searched in the fashion industries for something she could do. She came across so many ads. Rachel bit her lip and groaned throwing her tablet to the side. "Forget it... ill just think of something else... right now.. i think ill just listen to the TV" she looked out the window as she turned the TV on. She couldn't get her mind of Ms. Whiteday it was strange for Rachel to be like that and it caused her to blush again and shake her head "I like her.. but.. i we can't.. i don't..." she groaned again scratching her neck and sighing "Maybe she doesn't even like me... she does have a lot of other fans what would make me special" she voiced and laughed "Yeah... i'm not special" she said her eyes drifting to the TV again in a silence.
 
Running through the rain, past her students and her fans, Ms. Whiteday payed no attention to any of surroundings. Slipping on the ground and skinning her wrist, about half the students stopped to help her out.


"Ms. Whiteday? Ms. Whiteday are you ok? You really should be running without your glasses, we don't want you to get hurt." The crowd was in a blaze, crowding around their favorite teacher who made up more than half of their college life. "You're bleeding really bad, you should go to the nurse and..." Getting up, ms Whiteday continued her pursuit of the girl she made cry. She couldn't care any less about wrist, as she entered the dorm.


"Rachel Valentine" she said to the student at the front desk of the dorms, who was in shock to see her previous teacher in this condition. "Ms. Whiteday, what happened?" She stood up, trying to analyze the situation.


"I'm fine dear, I just need to check up on a student." She managed to squeak out a smile, her heart aching, pumping blood through her slit wrist.


"Room... Room 672" she sad checking through her computer. She didn't want to get in the way of her, but in her condition she was going to be hesitant
 
Rachel sighed and bit her lip again. Her mind just couldn't stop thinking about Ms.Whiteday it was strange but it panged Rachel's heart. "Ugh! Why do I keep thinking!" She yelled softly and his her face into a pillow. She lifted her head and stared at the celling. "It hurts but it makes me feel happy..." She said and smiled "I'm happy at least someone knows" she said and closed her eyes.


Rachel hummed softly as the tv was still on. She couldn't seem to fall asleep. She stared at the window not really thinking about anything else. Just staring as a small smile graces her face. She didn't notice but tears streamed down her face.
 
Leaving a trail of blood, as if a ball or red string was attached to her wrist, Ms. Whiteday ran up the stairs in attempt to get to Rachel. The fact that her wrist was in pain a moment ago, but feels light as feather now meant nothing.


"Room 667, 670..." She turns around to see the room she was looking for right behind her. She removed her scarlet hand from flooding wrist, and knocked on the door, before collapsing on the ground from lack of blood. Either she answered the door and treat her injuries, or she would ignore her, and she'd die because her heart kept pumping.
 
Rachel blinked and turned to the door. She opened it and she gasped. Ms. Whiteday was there but bleeding. She quickly picked her up an the best she could placed her on her bed. She ran to the bathroom and took out her first aid kit. She slowly started to treat her wounds.


Rachel bit her lip tearing up again. "Why did you get hurt...?" She asked herself. She kept cleaning her wounds slowly and making sure she was ok. Tears started falling again after a while. She shook her head and sighed softly sadly. She still couldn't stop the tears from falling. She was worried about her.
 
Half conscious, Ms. Whiteday looked up to see the girl crying again. She wasn't in her best mental state, probably loosing 30% of her blood, but seeing that girl with tears in her eyes was like drowning in comparison. "I..." She took a deep breath, after running so long and loosing her adrenaline, she could barely talk like normal person. ".. Didn't want..." She tried to lift her hand, everything was weighed down. She felt horrible, and after seeing Rachel cry, she finally realized how much pain she was in. Her tears began to storm in, mixing with the the rain outside. She wanted to scream.
 
Rachel wiped her tears "don't strain yourself.." She spoke through her tears "your condition could get worse" she said again and bit her lip. Rachel couldn't stand seeing Ms. Whiteday in pain. She was a person who is Rachel's mind was always smiling seeing her sad made her sad too. She hugged her tight but gentle of her wounds. "I'll call the nurse try not to move so much.." She said and slowly stood from her kneeling position a small smile on her face "I'll be right back I promise" she said again
 
Ms. Whiteday tried to stop her, but hunt down the words in the forest of things she wanted to say. She couldn't believe she made cry again "I'm so selfish" she though to herself, even though this whole time she was only thinking of Rachel.


Her heart rate went back to what it was when she was running the moment the girl hugged her. She's been hugged by so many girls, multiple times, all at once, but it was just for fun. She thought every single one of them was cute, Rachel especially, cute doesn't make a person leave a trail of blood in the hallway.


The topic of conversation was an obvious choose to the girls at the school. A lot of girls saw Ms. Whiteday trip, even more saw the effect it left in the dorms. But during the whole time, the girl at the front counter said nothing, and didn't even bother asking who Rachel was.
 
Rachel ran to the school again. It was raining but it was all of matter of life or death to Rachel she wanted to save Ms. Whiteday and so she kept running till she stopped at the door that lead to the nurses office she opened the door as the doctor turned "yes dear how can I help you" Rachel was panting "Ms. Whiteday she she's loosing blood she's in my dorm room please help..." She said as the nurse nodded as she smiled an walked out the door running as Rachel ran too. She was worried she shook her head trying to keep the tears away
 
Regain more and more consciousness, Ms. Whiteday attempts to sit up. She touched her pained head with her hand before realizing it was bandaged. At least she thinks it's bandaged, her vision was blurry, and she could feel anything with other hand.


Seeing the river of blood running from the bed to the hallway, she remembers everything that happened, and breaks down into tears. Her bleeding has slowed, but she's loosing blood faster than her body can generate it. Her eyes eventually run out of tears, and she attends to get up to look for Rachel, which leads to falling down in the doorway, unconscious. The lack of blood is getting more and prominent.
 
Rachel turns the corner "Ms. Whiteday!" She yells worried and picks her up her body shaking. She cried more "please help her..." She said. Slowly the nurse nodded "we need to take her to a hospital. Rachel nodded dialing 911 and telling them everything. Her hands and body we're shaking. She couldn't stop crying worried for her. It was her fault that she was in that condition. Rachel watched as the nurse did the best she could to slow the blood loss even more. Rachel could only stare her whole body numb as she didn't blink just staring at the pale Ms. Whiteday laying on her bed.
 
Waking up in the hospital, vision better than it was before. Ms. Whiteday is surrounded greeted by half the school, single file, in a line, laying gifts on the table of the hospital bed, putting flowers on floor, or just checking to see if she'll make it. She was more popular than she would have thought, even the seniors haven't forgot about her. Getting up out of the bed, the girls screamed in relief, shouting how she's going to be ok, that she's going to live. She didn't care about either of those things, she was looking for Rachel.
 

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