December 14, 2012 by Lyn
Friday, November 7, 2003. After Chapter 10: Eluned
Don’t do anything silly.
Olifur really wanted to forget the whole thing, at least until he got through classes. Eluned’s cautious practicality, her wide eyes. Evie’s twitchiness, although he understood that, at least. The way the crew had teased him once the E’s had left.
You’ll make her a nice stud horse, won’t you? Niassa’s humor was cruder than any other girl he’d ever met.
At least you’re qualified to show her what a guy is like. Yolanda was being almost-delicate. For her. And Wylie had just given him that damn look. He hadn’t been brave enough to look over at Lemon or Cody.
And he had math after lunch. He stared at his homework, and tried to think about advanced calculus, and not about Eluned and the math of seducing a girl who belonged to a man-hating lesbian.
Professor Reid coughed, and he knew he’d failed ::Sorry, Professor, it’s not like she doesn’t have reason to hate men.:: And Eluned didn’t look like she did. She looked like, as with almost every other student of Addergoole, she’d gotten trapped into a Keeping she neither liked nor understood.
No falling in love with her.
He didn’t think he was any danger of that, at least. But he wanted to – needed to – do this right, for Luna. If she was going to seek him out, personally, to father her child and to be her first experience with a guy, he needed to do it properly. It was only fair.
“Olifur. Please go bother Professor Linden.”
“What?” The whole class was sniggering at him. Reese was outright laughing. Sofia’s smirk was telling, and Fran was chuckling. Phillipa muttered something under her breath, which only got Abaddon laughing too. Professor Solomon ignored them all.
“Please go have a talk with your Mentor, and review your meditative techniques.”
“But he’s teaching class…”
“As I am trying to. Please go wait for him to be done with class.”
What had he ever done to piss off Professor Solomon? Olifur slunk out of class, trying – and only barely succeeding – not to die of embarrassment.
“Give him a little leeway.” Dr. Mendosa was understanding – she just was understanding of the wrong person, in this conflict. “This time of year, he’s always a little uncomfortable. People are settling into their Keepings, for good or ill, which means they’re projecting all sorts of confused emotions. He feels awful about those bad situations he missed…”
“Like Evie, yes. You’re saying your concerns about Evie and Eluned led to this… trouble?”
He hadn’t had anywhere else to go while he waited for class to be over, so he’d come here. Professor Mendosa had let him pour out his troubles in the past. It was just…
“It sounds stupid, I know. Pretty girl wants to have sex with me, wants to be my first time, wants to have my baby. How is that a problem?”
“So how is it a problem?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know if Evie’s really okay with this; I don’t know if Luna is really okay with this. And even if she does have my baby, I still have another kid to go, and I have no idea what I’m going to do about that.”
Professor Mendosa made almost the same face Eluned had, when he’d said something similar to her: a little surprised look, quickly covered up. “Well, as Eluned said, you’re not an unattractive young man.”
Olifur was pretty sure – not certain, but pretty sure – that the school shrink wasn’t hitting on him.
“Doesn’t seem to have caught anyone’s attention so far.”
The doctor patted his knee. “Olifur, the best advice I can give you right now is to worry about today, today, and let tomorrow take care of itself. You have a lovely young woman who wants you to father her child – and I will check for you, and be certain she does, indeed, want you to – and she wants to spend some time with you, too. Worry about that, now. Let the rest of it work itself out.
“And don’t do anything silly while you’re doing it, Olifur.”
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