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  Even though I applied for another job, I still had my position at Tyke’s Daycare. Unfortunately, I had to head that way for the shift at four pm. It was on Park Avenue and shouldn’t be too much of a problem getting there. I looked forward to working with the babies but was torn because I wanted the music teacher position badly.

  During my time watching babies I would sing to them, and no sooner after belting out a lullaby, most of the babies would fall into a deep sleep. It helped considering babies can be difficult to care for. Luckily for me, it was rare for me to have a problem putting a baby to sleep. One of the issues about working there was I tended to get attached to the babies. There were a few who moved into the other side of the building because of their age. Every now and then, I would trek that way and hang out for a bit before having to head back to work. It’s hard letting them go. And in the case of the teacher position, I’d be leaving all of them behind.

  The tightness in my chest hurt, knowing it was a real possibility I’d never see those precious babies again. Life changes and saying goodbye to the past was part of the process. Besides, I’d probably see most of those kids every now and then around the area with their parents. You couldn’t get rid of me that easily, I chuckled to myself.

  As predicted, the drive to the daycare didn’t take too long. I pulled up next to the sign which read Tyke’s Daycare. A square in a different color surrounded each letter. It looked like the large blocked letters children play with. The building was a reddish brick color and seemed to be the size of a middle school building. It had to be quite big because of the various age groups inside. The owners took on ages zero - six, and seven - twelve. It doesn’t seem like much of a difference, but those ages needed space to branch out inside the building.

  The daycare was well-kept, and from the outside looking in it looked to be where most rich people would bring their children. That wasn’t the case at all. The owners took in children from all sorts of financial backgrounds and offered payment plans to those who couldn’t afford to use their services. It’s actually one of the things I liked about working here.

  The double front doors were opened to the public because there were two sets. The first set was always opened, whereas the second set wasn’t. I passed through the doorway and signed into the building near the reception area. Once done, I traversed the hallways noticing most of the babies were up for their afternoon feeding. They tended to eat on the same schedule when at the daycare.

  Before pushing the door in for the area I needed to be in, a feminine voice called out, “Sophie! Hey, Sophie. Over here!”

  Thankfully, the babies were awake; otherwise, she’d have woken most of them. I didn’t have to be at work for a while yet, but a head start would’ve been nice. But I had to admit I enjoyed some girl time before work. I knew who it was before even turning around. It was a dear friend of mine. I’d taken care of her baby for a long time before he moved up to the next age group.

  Smiling, I greeted her, “Hi, Elodie.”

  “How was the interview? Do you think it went well? Man, it’s going to suck to see you go. Even though, technically I’ve left your side of the building because of Ben’s age.”

  Elodie’s baby blue eyes glossed over as if she were holding back some tears. I wasn’t sure if she was upset I’d no longer watch her boy or because I was leaving Tyke’s Daycare for good, and possibly never seeing them again. She sniffed quickly and moved her platinum blonde locks out of her eyes, using it as an excuse to the tears threatening to fall.

  She was always sweet to me. Elodie didn’t have a typical nine – five pm job. She dropped Ben off most days so she could run errands, and other days she opted to spend time with Hailey without Ben. It was so they could spend quality girl time together. Elodie loved her family, and it showed every time we got together and talked. Those were the times when she would show up at the daycare and choose to eat lunch with me instead of staying home and doing nothing with Ben. Elodie didn’t enjoy being home all the time and she technically didn’t have to work. According to Elodie, Hollis liked it when she was home with the kids but respected her decision to use the daycare when needed.

  Our conversations ranged from a variety of topics. Some about our interest while others were about ex relationships. I’d gotten close to her within those months, but we never truly did anything together outside of the daycare. I wasn’t sure why and hadn’t questioned it.

  “Honestly, I think the interview went well. It lasted far longer than a usual interview would. I think that’s a good indication I might get the position,” I gushed, excited to finally tell someone about the most important opportunity in my life.

  “That’s great,” Elodie beamed, “You interviewed right there on Park Avenue, right?”

  “Um, yeah. For the music position,” I answered, “Why?”

  “Oh, nothing. I couldn’t remember if it was close or far away. That’s all,” Elodie said, clicking her tongue.

  I could tell by the stance and her reaction she was holding something back. I wasn’t sure what it could be and never experienced distance like this from Elodie. It concerned me. If something was wrong with the college, then I needed to know. I didn’t want to make a career somewhere I wasn’t comfortable. If Elodie hid a secret about that college, it was my right as applicant for the position to know what the hell was going on.

  “Something’s clearly up. Why don’t we go grab a bite in the cafeteria and talk about it?” I suggested, already moving toward the minuscule cafeteria.

  The area was mostly used for older children, it wasn’t big. At this time no one would be around to hear what had to be said. And by the paleness in Elodie’s face, I knew something weighed heavily on her chest. Whatever it was needed to be heard. I wasn’t prepared for the bluntness of her words as we entered the cafeteria.

  “My ex works there.” The color seemed to come back into Elodie’s face when she admitted the truth.

  “Okay…,” I trailed off, unsure why it would matter if I worked with her ex.

  Yeah, I knew he was a douche and someone I should steer clear from, considering his background. I wouldn’t decline the offer if it came through because her ex worked there. That would be totally dumb on my part; to decline a dream job for someone else’s mistakes in life. Nope, not gonna happen.

  Elodie continued as if I didn’t say anything, “I was a bit vague in the past about how my ex is a shit-show. I was married to him for nine months. I did everything to keep his attention, but it wasn’t enough. He’s known to be a ladies’ man and someone who tends to screw his students. I want to make sure you don’t fall for the same crap he fed me. I can tell you’re smart and won’t be screwed over. Trust me when I say, be careful. He’s not someone you want to ‘hang’ out with if you know what I mean.”

  Wow. I knew Elodie’s ex cheated on her and with a student, no less. I knew she had issues of trust, but it seemed she cared enough for me to give me the warning to watch my back. I didn’t know what he looked like, but I’m sure by the way she spoke, he wouldn’t be hard to miss. I wasn’t worried though, because I wasn’t known to fall for someone who smooth-talks their way into bed and then leaves me hanging.

  I had goals and aspirations. Not only did I want to become a music professor, I wanted a relationship that bordered on love, trust, and compassion for one another. I didn’t want the half-ass bullshit most guys tend to spew. I wanted the entire package, prince and princess, kind of love. Elodie didn’t have to worry about me, though it was kind of her to warn me about my potential co-worker.

  “I appreciate you looking out for me. I haven’t had the chance to meet the other staff,” I said, “I haven’t noticed him in the crowd. I’m sure he’ll end up showing his true colors. What did you say his name was again?”

  “Tobias and he’s one fucked up, flawed piece of shit who doesn’t care about anyone else’s feelings but his own,” Elodie stated, confidently, “And if you end up getting entangled in his n
et of bullshit, know I’m here for you.”

  I leaned in for a hug and said, “Thank you. Although I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine.”

  She replied, “I know. I didn’t want you going in blind, not knowing what to expect if you did end up meeting him. Although he’s a piece of shit, his looks are off the charts. As a student, that’s what grabbed my attention from the get-go. That and his artistic abilities. Come, let’s grab a bite before you have to head into work.”

  I smiled and nodded, “Yeah. I’m starved. I won’t be working the entire afternoon shift. I’ll be here for about an hour and then possibly heading out. I don’t want to leave here all of a sudden. I’ll miss everyone here.”

  “Well, you don’t know what’s going to happen yet, but I do hope you get this position. Everyone deserves their dream job, especially you. I’m definitely going to miss our girl time here,” Elodie sniffled once again.

  “Yeah, me too. But we could hang out outside of the daycare. I’m not sure what the hours will be…,” I said before getting cut off.

  Elodie gushed, “Yes! OMG, here’s my number. I’m not sure why I didn’t think about getting together in the past. Sometimes, I just don’t think. I guess my life has been focused on the hubs and kids. It would be good for us to get out.”

  “Totally,” I said, getting up to throw out the trash.

  Elodie followed in my wake, throwing the trash from her snack away. She didn’t usually eat much when we hung out, but always opted to have something since I grabbed a bite. It was nice hanging out, I always enjoyed it. I’m stoked to learn she’s excited about getting together outside of the daycare as well. Who knows, maybe we’d end up BFFs? There weren’t many people in my trust circle, and I’m sure hers was like that as well considering her past.

  We exchanged numbers before separating. Elodie headed to the other building where her son stayed, and I went where the babies were currently sleeping. The second I opened the door to the room; the smell of baby powder graced my nostrils. I took a deep breath, inhaled the scent, and knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I’d leave it all behind. Here’s to hoping for a new future. The sadness washed over me as I thought about change.

  It mostly terrified me, the thought of actually doing something I’ve been focused on wanting to do my whole life. The unknown was what gripped my heart, squeezing until I panicked from it. It was crazy because I knew what a teacher entailed, and I knew what music was. Mix those together, and I wouldn’t have a difficult time. It’s the constant changing from one thing to the next, not knowing the path or what to expect on the route. Most people tend to be excited about trying new things. I tend to worry.

  All I had to keep in mind was that this is a milestone and one I’m willing to cross even if I’m terrified of the outcome.

  The rest of the day blurred by as I took care of the little ones and focused on what mattered the most in that moment. There were instances where a certain set of hazel eyes would enter my mind, but I tried my best to squash the vision. I didn’t need those images to affect my work.

  I did know what I needed. That was a night out. Nothing too crazy, but something to relax me after such a long and eventful day. Besides, it was a Friday. I was off the entire weekend, and the week would have my full attention. No half-assed focus where the other parts were on a particular male figure in the art department. No, I would put everything I had into whatever job position I obtained.

  Chapter Five

  Tobias

  “What’s up, man?” Xander greeted the minute I walked up to the table.

  We half-hugged, patting one another on the back of the shoulder before Brian and Parker followed suit. These were ‘the guys,’ my ‘boys,’ and the only ones I trusted with all my secrets. I could be myself around them, and I knew they wouldn’t judge. They were each known to input their opinions but never forced their viewpoints on me, especially when I’d fucked up with Elodie.

  The guys liked her and warned me to keep it in my pants. I had laughed because I had no thoughts of cheating on Elodie. She was hot and made my insides melt. Little did I know her looks and the sweet things she did for me wouldn’t make me want to keep her. God was I fucked up. This was me. This was who I am; a ladies’ man; someone who enjoyed the company of a female, and when he was done, lived his own life.

  I wasn’t meant to be held down. Elodie had a part of me I was glad to give but couldn’t seem to keep giving. Was it love, or did I confuse infatuation with love? I couldn’t answer that and after so long I still didn’t know the answer.

  “I would ask how’s work, but you know how I am. Fuck work, let’s get this shit on the road,” Parker roared, catching the attention of the surrounding patrons at the restaurant.

  There were a few ugly looks, but nothing we couldn’t handle. I could tell Parker had had a few drinks already. I wasn’t prepared for their shenanigans yet. I had no liquid courage in me, I had to up the game as soon as the waitress arrived.

  “Yeah, yeah. We know the rules. No work talk,” Xander said, “for the life of me, I don’t even know how we’re still friends. I mean, there’s hardly ever a time when we discuss work life. I done forgot what you pussies do for a living.”

  I chuckled because it was true. Parker never wanted to know about our career life. All of us were single. Parker coached for the city’s ladies’ soccer team. If he wanted, he could get any tail since most girls flocked his way. Xander was actually a computer nerd and Brian owned a carpentry business. We were all unique and worked in a variety of places, but we also enjoyed the same thing; going out and loving the women.

  “Ma’am,” Brian ushered the waitress to our table, “Could you get us all a round of whatever’s on tap. Also, we need more chips. Thanks.”

  When the waitress turned around to get our order, Brian whistled. I expected her to scowl at him, or reach out and slap him, but she smiled and continued walking. Sometimes, I could never understand women. Some didn’t want attention and were appalled at the audacity of men, while others reveled in the attention and did everything they could to get it. You never know what you’ll get when flirting with a girl.

  “As I was saying,” Parker continued as if Brian didn’t just steal the show, “Let’s have some damn fun. I’m done with work for the day and don’t want to drag on and on about that tedious crap.”

  “I thought you enjoyed your job considering you work with women on a daily basis?” I asked, confused.

  Parker nodded and said, “Yeah, but I’m sick of their complaining. All damn day long there’s some kind of complaint. I want to get away from that shit.”

  “Guess you don’t want no pussy tonight then?” Brian remarked, laughing. He clearly thought it was funny that Parker was facing girl issues and he wasn’t even dating.

  “Fucking hilarious,” Parker kicked Brian under the table, “You done with the jokes? Alright, then. I ain’t got no problem looking for a girl tonight. I just don’t want the ones I’m handling every day. Understand that?”

  Surprisingly, I got what Parker said. Being married for nine months to the same woman didn’t keep my attention. Essentially, Parker worked with those women, and I was sure he was tired of them and ready for new ones. It was not like he was screwing any of them but being near those women everyday had to get on your nerves.

  “I get it, man. I’m looking to have some fun, too. What’s the first stop after this?” I asked, thanking the waitress for the drink before tipping it back.

  The cooling sensation slid down my throat as I swallowed. The beer tasted bland, but alcohol was alcohol. Unless you wanted a sweet girly drink, you dealt with the dull flavors.

  Xander pitched, “I say we eat and drink a few here, then walk the strip when we’re done. That way we don’t have to travel too far. We can Lyft home later.”

  We all agreed and ordered dinner once the waitress passed by again. I was starved and ordered the onion smothered steak with potato soup and steamed broccoli on
the side. All while ordering, I noticed the waitress might have been penning the order on her tablet, but she had eyes for Brian. It seemed his whistle definitely caught her attention.

  The man already had a hit, and we were all behind. Brian reached out and ran a finger along the waitress’s leg. She blushed but continued taking our order. He didn’t seem to care how strongly he was coming on to the waitress and kept making her blush. Go figure he’d be the one to find the first prey. Most nights, it was me or Xander who locked eyes with the woman first. I took a gulp of my drink; I’m just bidding my time.

  Two hours later, well-fed and with a few beers in the belly, we took off. Had we not conversed and drank more beer, we would’ve left sooner, but no one was in a rush to end the night. We headed onto the strip toward the first neon sign, which said, “Sonny’s Salone.”

  The bar had a rank atmosphere with puffs of smoke permeating the air. I wasn’t fond of smoke, especially when going out. The last thing I needed was to stink when I finally introduced myself to a lady. So, we left the place and went to the bar a block down, which read “Tipsy Turvy.” This one was much better, no smoke, a pool table on one end, and a dartboard on the other. It was dim with a few iridescent lights, just bright enough to see the faces of other people.

  The boys loved playing pool, and so we doubled up. Xander and I were on one side while Parker and Brian were on another. It was still early in the night, so there weren’t many patrons out yet. We played a few rounds, winning some and losing some. While playing, we took turns buying drinks and smashing them back. About three hours of our life was spent in that place, switching between playing pool and throwing darts. Eventually, more people started pouring in as the night wore on.

  I was done with this place, and wanted to head somewhere livelier, “You ready. I think it’s about time we head out.”