"Beware the ides of March."
-Julius Caesar

Yes I did write the quote wrong originally :(

_____________

The thought still makes me wonder the next day, I play with my own fingers like Omera. I pause, the action makes me angry and I separate my hands quickly.

I loved a lot of people in my life but I was never so frustrated when dealing with a romantic interest. Usually the problems started a few months later, not in the very beginning.

"What's wrong?" I look up and see Ms. Lilian sit down at the empty table with me. I do a double-take, I didn't expect her to approach me.

"Jackie? What are you doing here?" I question. We only talked in the auditorium that one time, after that she had yelled at Omera who had no problem fighting back. Due to my lack of speech at the moment, Jackie had just ignored me afterwards.

"Well, I noticed your frustration. What's wrong?" She simply says as she presses her lips together.

I shake my head. There's no way I could ever tell her, but is there a way to generalize it? I do need advice and maybe Jackie has some to give me. I brainstorm a way to tell her, as she gives me a smile.

"I can help you, although I'm very short tempered I have learned a few things in the past." She says with a nod. I glance over to Omera, seeing her toss a grape in Tia's direction in anger. Tia quickly looks around, Omera only kicks Maci under the table, signaling her to stay quiet.

Her actions are full of hostility and annoyance.

"Well there is this person I'm close with, who expects more than I can give. Their mind changes and jumps from one thing to another." I try explaining to Jackie, she only nods as she tries coming up with advice.

"Is this person a potential love interest?" She narrows her eyes as if the answer is written on my face.

"Possibly." I answer.

"Well, it seems this person is a bit selfish, not in a bad way. It seems their goal is to make themselves happy, and they're slightly immature and can't understand that they should take your feelings into perspective as well. The best thing to do is to explain your side or just drop them as a whole." She advises as she nods along with her words.

That makes sense actually, Omera is younger in age and her main goal is her own happiness. Is she too young to even understand that relationships are about caring for the other person?

I was so fearful that I would hurt her that I didn't even realize that I'm getting hurt. Am I hurt? Not really, only stressed. I mean she's my student. It's inevitable that there would be stress involved, but is it worth it in the end?

I look at her once again to see her sneak her phone out from her pocket and quickly tap her fingers on the screen. I look away quickly and back at Jackie, she's too busy mixing something into her coffee to even notice I was looking at Omera.

"Jackie?" I call out, she glances up quickly and presses her lips together again.

"Yes?" She questions.

"If the person is too immature, is it worth fighting for?" I ask, the thought bothers me and I hope she has some sort of answer that could satisfy me.

"I don't know who this person is, or what their true intentions are but..." She pauses and she thinks. "At the end of the day, will it hurt you more to fight for them or to leave them?"

The question plays in the back of my mind and I can't seem to come up with any sort of answer. Is Omera worth fighting for?

"You should talk to this person if you can't decide right away. Try fighting a bit more, and then decide." She puts her hand on top of mine, I don't try moving her away because it's a bit comforting.

I look into her eyes as I try deciding what to do. I hear a tray drop on the floor and a shriek.

"Ms. Williams." I hear the principal yell out, Jackie and I both look towards what the commotion is.

"Sorry ma'am, it just...fell." She smiles mischievously. She looks at me, throwing a quick wink over her shoulder as Mrs. Wickenburg drags her out of the cafeteria.

Is she worth it? I don't know.

________
A/N:

Someone asked me where this story takes place. Tbh I'm not sure, I'm from New York so I base her experiences from public school on my experiences but I've never been to boarding school?

Man, if I could complain about the MTA I would but Omera lives in that damn school so she doesn't need public transportation. She just lives in this magical place where spanking is allowed, teachers are actually good looking, your principal doesn't catch you having an affair with said teacher, and your friends don't suspect you of anything somehow even though you disappear with your very attractive teacher every minute.

I'm just trying to write fan fiction that makes people so uncomfortable that they laugh but still has some type of story. I don't even picture Dan sometimes bc this mf ain't gonna do shit. I laugh writing this sometimes, but don't be fooled...I need me a freak like Dan. ;)