Chapter 16 - Love you Anyway
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Hello, I just want to say to all of you that if you don't like the progress of my novel so far, you can remove it from your collection. If the current progress with Fenley's character or how Georgie's character develops isn't to your liking, it's better for you to remove it from your collection starting now.
I'm going to share a spoiler from one of the scenes I've already uploaded.
The heavy R18 chapter I've posted features Miss Fenley's character!
So, i'm okay if you don't like my novel or the progress so far. I'm sharing this because I don't want you to suffer from reading my novel.
That's all I wanted to say. I hope you all enjoy your weekend peacefully.
By the way, I'm not Chinese!
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*3rd POV
Georgie walked to the door, closed it and locked it. He noticed Miss Fenley fidgeting nervously. "…What's wrong?" Georgie asked her with a smile on his face.
"…Why are you closing the door?" Miss Fenley responded with a question of her own, eyeing him warily as Georgie smiled and started walking back toward her.
"…I just don't want anyone interrupting me while I sing this song." Georgie replied as he sat on Miss Fenley's desk, the guitar resting on his lap.
"Why?" Miss Fenley asked again, her voice uneasy. She wanted Georgie to answer the real question on her mind, but he avoided it. "…Do you want me to stop in the middle of this beautiful… song?"
"…No…" Miss Fenley turned her face away, knowing full well that Georgie was teasing her mercilessly. "This song." Georgie continued, "I wrote it… especially for you, Miss Fenley."
"Wait… tell me about this song first." Miss Fenley stopped Georgie before he could start playing. She looked at him intently and said, "Every song has a different meaning, depending on the person who wrote it. What does this song mean to you?"
Georgie didn't need long to respond. "When I wrote this song… I was thinking about you… our situation. This masterpiece is a heartbreak and love song all at once." While he tuned the guitar.
They locked eyes for a moment before Miss Fenley leaned back in her chair and smiled at him. "Alright then… the stage is yours."
Georgie didn't reply. Instead, he began strumming his guitar, playing the intro. His gaze softened as he looked at Miss Fenley with mellow eyes and a small smile. She bit her lower lip playfully, clearly trying to fluster him—and succeeding, as Georgie almost missed a chord.
(Luke Combs – "Love You Anyway" - Acoustic Video)
"If your kiss… turned me to stone…
I'd be a statue standing tall in ancient Rome…"
Georgie's voice filled the room, startling Miss Fenley. She immediately straightened in her chair, her wide eyes fixed on him. The comfort of her earlier position was replaced by her full attention.
"And if your touch… shattered me like glass…
I'd be in pieces trying to make the breaking last…"
Georgie closed his eyes as he sang, pouring his emotions into every note. He wasn't singing to impress an audience or gain applause—he was singing from the depths of his heart. This sincerity struck Miss Fenley, as it wasn't just a performance; it was a confession.
"If it took one look to turn my days to night…
At least I'd have the stars sparkle in your eyes…"
Georgie opened his eyes and locked them with Miss Fenley's. He paused briefly before resuming, his fingers deftly strumming the guitar.
"There's just some things that leave a man no choice…
Like a compass needle needing its true north…
Even if I knew the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks…
Oh, I'd love you anyway…"
Miss Fenley stood from her chair, her emotions overwhelming her as she moved to sit beside Georgie. She didn't think about the consequences—she was utterly captivated by the spell he'd cast.
"I know just trying… to write a song…
I run the risk that I could get your perfect wrong…
And well, I guess… what I'm trying to say…
Is there ain't words been made could shoulder so much weight…"
Miss Fenley giggled softly as Georgie sang those lyrics, her gaze tender and her lips curved into a smile. She leaned closer to him, unable to resist the pull of her feelings. She never imagined she'd fall for a student, but here she was, drawn to Georgie like a moth to a flame.
"And if you turned your back on me and walked away…
Not a thing about the way I feel would change…"
Georgie's gaze met hers. Their faces were so close that he could see the warmth in her smile—a smile that spoke of a newfound affection for him, a smile of someone who had fallen in love.
"There's just some things that leave a man no choice…
Like a compass needle needing its true north…
Even if I knew the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks…
Oh, I'd love you anyway…"
Georgie sang with a smile that belied the bittersweet lyrics. While the song spoke of heartbreak, his expression was one of quiet joy, as if he were cherishing the moment rather than lamenting it.
He slowed down the tempo and softened his strumming, creating a dreamlike atmosphere as if the whole world had come to a standstill, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe.
Miss Fenley rested her head on Georgie's shoulder, leaning her body gently against his. Georgie welcomed her warmth, giving her an affirming smile as his fingers strummed the final chords.
"Even if I knew… the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks…
Oh, I'd love you anyway…"
"….." Georgie stopped playing, letting the melody fade into silence. They sat quietly, their breathing the only sound in the room, both savoring the moment of connection. Finally, Miss Fenley broke the stillness.
"…You should kiss me right now." she said softly.
Georgie didn't need to be told twice. He reached out, gently tilting her chin so their eyes met, then leaned in to press a warm, lingering kiss on her lips. Unlike the gentle forehead kisses he'd shared with Veronica, this was different—intentional, intense, and filled with unspoken emotions.
Miss Fenley didn't hesitate. She wrapped her hand behind Georgie's neck, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss. Their lips moved in sync, tongues meeting in a passionate rhythm that spoke volumes. Georgie wasn't inexperienced—he'd been with women before—and he made sure Miss Fenley felt the depth of his emotions through every second of the kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Miss Fenley was breathless. She gazed into Georgie's eyes, a shy smile playing on her lips as a blush crept up her cheeks.
Georgie placed a tender kiss on her forehead, reassuring her with his warmth, silently telling her that everything would be okay. 'This perfect wrong is beautiful' his eyes seemed to say.
Miss Fenley rested her head on his shoulder again, but after a few moments, she pulled away and returned to her chair. Georgie put the guitar back where he'd found it and walked back to her desk.
"…What do you think?" Georgie asked, his tone playful.
Miss Fenley shivered slightly at the question, unsure if he was still talking about the kiss. "…I think we need to take things slow—" she began but was interrupted by Georgie's smirk.
"I meant the song I sang." he clarified, watching her face flush with embarrassment.
"You're trying to make me mad, aren't you?" Miss Fenley replied, gritting her teeth in mock frustration.
Georgie chuckled and leaned in to place a calming peck on her lips. "…It's okay. I don't mind."
"Hmm… I think the song is beautiful. But be honest with me—did you really write it yourself?" Miss Fenley squinted at him, doubtful that he could create something so perfect.
"Of course." Georgie lied with confidence.
"Alright…" she said, still unconvinced but letting it slide. "You should pursue music. I have a feeling you'll be a superstar if you go for it."
"…thinking that Dating a superstar already got you feeling like you're on cloud nine, huh?" Georgie teased, earning a glare from her.
"Making out with my student feels like I'm being dragged to hell!" she shot back before glancing at him from head to toe. "…At least you're hot enough to make it feel like heaven." she muttered under her breath, quickly turning her face away.
Georgie laughed, easing the tension, and shifted the conversation to music and daily life. They didn't discuss their budding relationship, aware of the tricky situation they were in. Miss Fenley, being mature, understood the complications. For now, they simply went with the flow, letting things happen without defining them.
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*Sheldon's POV
"This list is really a double-edged sword." I muttered, staring at the self-help book in my hands. "It turns out books written in 1936 only interest adults… emotionally troubled adults."
I sighed, deciding to return the book to the library. My quest for friendship had hit a dead end.
Standing before Miss Sheryl Hutchins, I asked, "Do you have other recommended books about making friends?"
She sighed deeply before replying, "I'm afraid not, Sheldon… but you could try a joke book and share the jokes with others."
"I don't think so. My humor is far superior to most people's, and I doubt my brain would accept such simple material." I replied with a shake of my head.
Miss Sheryl shrugged and took back the book I was returning. As I prepared to leave, a boy's voice caught my attention.
"…Is that any good?"
I turned to face him. "I'm afraid not. I failed to make a single friend." I admitted, letting out another sigh.
"That's rough. I have a tough time making friends too." the boy said with a small smile.
I looked back at Miss Sheryl, then turned to examine him more closely. Something clicked in my mind.
Wait a minute… he's Asian!
"My brother said I should make friends with Asian people. He said they'd likely be lonely here because they get bullied for being different." I said matter-of-factly.
The boy gave me a strange look before sighing. "That's… really true."
"Would you be my friend?" I asked, feeling confident. It felt like completing a quest given by my brother and mother.