"I was waiting for my father under the tree we sit under, each day. And I saw him drive the same car he claimed wasn't okay."
"Hmm," I put a hand under my jaw. "That's strange."
"You also think that?"
"Yeah, it's strange."
"We—"
She didn't get to complete her words before the lecturer came in.
******
After that week, I never saw Mr Tym.
Another professor replaced him. And it was later that I discovered that Sly was the one who asked for the change.
I wasn't bothered about this, since it was Sly that did that.
And Mr Tym has never tried to contact us, although he's still in the school, albeit teaching another set.
Brit has stopped talking about him, and things have been peaceful.
She has moved on with her obsession with him and has found another object of admiration.
The poor man has been avoiding her like a plague, but she hasn't lost interest in him at all.
