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Book of the week: The Opportunist by Tarryn Fisher

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Book of the week: The Opportunist by Tarryn Fisher

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Book of the week: The Opportunist by Tarryn Fisher

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Right on the money with these 2. I can picture both Chris and Hunt looking like them. 😍😍

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Here’s a little Chris fic for all those struggling through school and exams right now. Thanks to @anithefreakinfashionista for the request I really loved writing this and it provided me with a much needed break too :)

(In case you were wondering this isn’t the original one I planned for November but that is in the works!)

Keep up the hard work!

Warnings: Language Words: 1400+

He’d been trying to be thoughtful.

Alex’s combination of exams and group projects were all due in the next week, and their burden was starting to show. Earlier she went into a ten-minute spiral of how she wasn’t prepared for her tests and that the freeloader in her History of Film class hadn’t done the one teensy paragraph he’d been allotted forcing Alex and another group member to desperately stitch something together at the last second. He was sympathetic, simply listening to her schedule left Chris drained.

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As always I loved it!!! Can't wait to read more of your work. 👍😆😍

Book of the day: Three Wishes by Liane Moriarty

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A Little Piece of Thomas Hunt III

Thomas dropped the waste paper bin and cover his face with his hands, breathing slowly. He didn’t really know where his mind was right now, but he felt like he’d lost it completely. In that moment he realized how much he really loved Hope and he didn’t want to loose her. Priya stepped forward, her clipping heels echoing around the corridor and she placed a comforting hand on Thomas’ shoulder. He wanted to brush it off, he really did, now was not the time for small comforts. But he didn’t have the energy.

Priya turned him to face her and couldn’t hide her worry and guilt. She knew that the only reason he could be behaving in such a way is because Hope never made it to the park on time. She had never seen Thomas like this and although she was incredibly jealous of his new found love and disgusted at the thought of it being a student; Priya still loved him, and hated to see him hurt.

“Oh, Thomas” she said quietly, “What are we to do with you?” is the only thing she could think of saying as she brought him into an embrace. His face still covered with his hands so that she couldn’t see his wet face from tears. Thomas Orson Hunt was still a proud man after all.

“I knew it”

Thomas instantly pushed Priya off of him and they both turned in shock to see Hope standing at the entrance to the corridor, dripping in rain water and soaked in mud up to her knees and around the rim of her jacket. Thomas’ tan jacket on the floor beside her, where she had obviously dropped it upon shock of seeing them both, holding each other.

“Hope!” Thomas strained through his sore throat and went to step forward. Hope glared at Priya, not taking her eyes off of her and Priya looked to the floor, ashamed.

“Knew, what?” he continued, his brain not quite catching up with the situation. He was just mixed with too much emotion over seeing Hope, who was clearly in distress but also because he was actually seeing her here in front of him. He had a million questions, but he knew he couldn’t ask them in front of Priya, he was dying to run over to her, ask if she was okay and find out why she wasn’t there to meet him at their bench.

“Care to explain, or shall I?” Hope stated sternly. Priya straitened herself up, “I was just leaving” and she turns into the direction of Hope and continues towards the entrance of the University.

“I don’t think so.” Hope states, never taking her eyes off of her. All she wants to do is run into the arms of Thomas. She knew that it wasn’t his fault, that he had found himself in a situation where he was being held by Priya; she had instigated the whole thing after all. But that didn’t stop her from being hurt by the fact that he could potentially allow himself to be manipulated. What if we had an argument later down the line into the relationship? Would he just run into the arms of another woman…or student…at the first sign of trouble?

“Priya. What’s going on?” Thomas pleads. Even he can see that something isn’t quite right, and now that he has had a chance to get his head together, things are starting to make sense. Hope. The Mud. Her wet clothes. Priya. Her attitude. Her obvious guilt. Her… “You did hear, outside the classroom?”

Completely out of character, Priya spins on her heal, a hurt woman and begins to scream into the Professor, “YES. YOU KNOW WHAT? I DID FRIGGIN’ HEAR…EVERY LAST BLOODY WORD OF IT.” Thomas is taken aback and Hope is also surprised, as she thought she’d have to try and explain everything to Hunt, hoping that he would believe her. “I MADE HOPE STAY AFTER CLASS. I HID ALL THE CLOCKS IN THE ROOM, TOOK HER PHONE AND RESET MY WATCH WHILST SHE WAS IN THE OFFICE TO MAKE SURE SHE DIDN’T SEE YOU!!!” she stops, panting with hot tears running down her face from all the pent up emotion.

Thomas looks to Priya, looks to Hope and runs towards her, embracing her in the firmest hug, as if he never wanted to let go. If Priya knew already, what did it matter? “I thought I’d lost you..” he mumbles into her neck and shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” he continues, he knew he should have trusted her, that she would have wanted to come with him. But he just couldn’t help but have doubtful thoughts, sitting in the rain without a trace of her smile.

Priya watches them both and feels a sharp pain in her chest from the hurt she is suffering and decides to sneak past them quietly but Thomas senses the movement. “Stop right there.” Priya ignores him and continues to walk, as she reaches the door she speaks firmly, without glancing back, “I’ll see you on Monday” as if nothing had just happened.

“No she won’t?” Hope states, but as though it was a question.

“No.” Thomas replies, smiling down on Hope in his arms. He couldn’t quite believe the lengths that woman would go too in order to stop him from seeing Hope, almost to the point of crazy. He emphasizes, “No. She won’t.”

Read more: http://hollywoodutheseries.boards.net/thread/7/little-piece-thomas-hunt#ixzz4SXNJq8q2

Omg I love this sooooooooooooooo much!!!!!

Phew. I’m so glad! I was worried because it was so short that it wouldn’t be good enough. But I don’t think it needs to be any longer to be honest, unless I continued into another Drabble!

Omg loved it!!! I love all your Drabbles/Stories. Can’t wait to read more!! Great job!!

Awww thank you lovely, maybe I’ll make sure to write more often! ☺️

Your welcome!!! I hope you do write more often. You are very talented!! 😃

A Little Piece of Thomas Hunt III

Thomas dropped the waste paper bin and cover his face with his hands, breathing slowly. He didn’t really know where his mind was right now, but he felt like he’d lost it completely. In that moment he realized how much he really loved Hope and he didn’t want to loose her. Priya stepped forward, her clipping heels echoing around the corridor and she placed a comforting hand on Thomas’ shoulder. He wanted to brush it off, he really did, now was not the time for small comforts. But he didn’t have the energy.

Priya turned him to face her and couldn’t hide her worry and guilt. She knew that the only reason he could be behaving in such a way is because Hope never made it to the park on time. She had never seen Thomas like this and although she was incredibly jealous of his new found love and disgusted at the thought of it being a student; Priya still loved him, and hated to see him hurt.

“Oh, Thomas” she said quietly, “What are we to do with you?” is the only thing she could think of saying as she brought him into an embrace. His face still covered with his hands so that she couldn’t see his wet face from tears. Thomas Orson Hunt was still a proud man after all.

“I knew it”

Thomas instantly pushed Priya off of him and they both turned in shock to see Hope standing at the entrance to the corridor, dripping in rain water and soaked in mud up to her knees and around the rim of her jacket. Thomas’ tan jacket on the floor beside her, where she had obviously dropped it upon shock of seeing them both, holding each other.

“Hope!” Thomas strained through his sore throat and went to step forward. Hope glared at Priya, not taking her eyes off of her and Priya looked to the floor, ashamed.

“Knew, what?” he continued, his brain not quite catching up with the situation. He was just mixed with too much emotion over seeing Hope, who was clearly in distress but also because he was actually seeing her here in front of him. He had a million questions, but he knew he couldn’t ask them in front of Priya, he was dying to run over to her, ask if she was okay and find out why she wasn’t there to meet him at their bench.

“Care to explain, or shall I?” Hope stated sternly. Priya straitened herself up, “I was just leaving” and she turns into the direction of Hope and continues towards the entrance of the University.

“I don’t think so.” Hope states, never taking her eyes off of her. All she wants to do is run into the arms of Thomas. She knew that it wasn’t his fault, that he had found himself in a situation where he was being held by Priya; she had instigated the whole thing after all. But that didn’t stop her from being hurt by the fact that he could potentially allow himself to be manipulated. What if we had an argument later down the line into the relationship? Would he just run into the arms of another woman…or student…at the first sign of trouble?

“Priya. What’s going on?” Thomas pleads. Even he can see that something isn’t quite right, and now that he has had a chance to get his head together, things are starting to make sense. Hope. The Mud. Her wet clothes. Priya. Her attitude. Her obvious guilt. Her… “You did hear, outside the classroom?”

Completely out of character, Priya spins on her heal, a hurt woman and begins to scream into the Professor, “YES. YOU KNOW WHAT? I DID FRIGGIN’ HEAR…EVERY LAST BLOODY WORD OF IT.” Thomas is taken aback and Hope is also surprised, as she thought she’d have to try and explain everything to Hunt, hoping that he would believe her. “I MADE HOPE STAY AFTER CLASS. I HID ALL THE CLOCKS IN THE ROOM, TOOK HER PHONE AND RESET MY WATCH WHILST SHE WAS IN THE OFFICE TO MAKE SURE SHE DIDN’T SEE YOU!!!” she stops, panting with hot tears running down her face from all the pent up emotion.

Thomas looks to Priya, looks to Hope and runs towards her, embracing her in the firmest hug, as if he never wanted to let go. If Priya knew already, what did it matter? “I thought I’d lost you..” he mumbles into her neck and shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” he continues, he knew he should have trusted her, that she would have wanted to come with him. But he just couldn’t help but have doubtful thoughts, sitting in the rain without a trace of her smile.

Priya watches them both and feels a sharp pain in her chest from the hurt she is suffering and decides to sneak past them quietly but Thomas senses the movement. “Stop right there.” Priya ignores him and continues to walk, as she reaches the door she speaks firmly, without glancing back, “I’ll see you on Monday” as if nothing had just happened.

“No she won’t?” Hope states, but as though it was a question.

“No.” Thomas replies, smiling down on Hope in his arms. He couldn’t quite believe the lengths that woman would go too in order to stop him from seeing Hope, almost to the point of crazy. He emphasizes, “No. She won’t.”

Read more: http://hollywoodutheseries.boards.net/thread/7/little-piece-thomas-hunt#ixzz4SXNJq8q2

Omg I love this sooooooooooooooo much!!!!!

Phew. I’m so glad! I was worried because it was so short that it wouldn’t be good enough. But I don’t think it needs to be any longer to be honest, unless I continued into another Drabble!

Omg loved it!!! I love all your Drabbles/Stories. Can't wait to read more!! Great job!!

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I mean I was expecting this when he said a different kind of proposal but I want marriage come on pixelberry hurry up with the next date

A little bit of Thomas Hunt II

Hope breathed in the smell of Thomas in his damp jacket, almost rocking as she held onto it so tightly. She was wailing as though grieving over the death of someone close to her, and it didn’t matter how much she tried to stop the cries, she just kept crying out louder and louder, trying to muffle her own noise with his jacket.

She knelt in the cold wet rain for almost 20 minutes. Once she had stopped wailing, she had just sat in silence. Eyes glazed over and staring at the bench whilst clutching his jacket. People had past her but dare not ask if she was okay. The prying eyes of the public saw a broken girl and sometimes, seeing somebody like that, people decide to stay away rather than help.

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Thomas had only just made it back to his classroom and slumped down into his chair. Eyes glazed over, he too was staring into space and started to robotically undo his tie and top few buttons on his shirt. He needed to give himself some air as he was soaked right through, due to giving up on the use of an umbrella and he had left his jacket behind.

That tanned jacket had become his favorite, since it was Hope’s favorite. He knew that it was petty, but he couldn’t bring himself to wear it anymore and was glad to have left it behind.

He stupidly glanced over to where Hope would normally sit and his shoulders shook as he became overwhelmed with emotions of fear, sadness and regret. How could I have been so stupid? I risked everything for a student. Of course she only saw it as a fling.

He knew deep down that Hope wasn’t like that, but he couldn’t help his dark thoughts in his moment of weakness.

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After a while, her body couldn’t take the cold anymore and Hope slowly rose from the wet muddy grass and stumbled slightly as she did. Catching herself and holding her head, because she felt a little faint from the shock and crying. Without making a sound, she shuffled her way back to the car as pathetic fallacy poured down around her.

It seemed to take forever, but when she arrived, she was surprised to see that no one had stolen the car. It must be my lucky day. She scoffed to herself at the irony. How can she have left her car running for 30 minutes, and no one so much as touch it?

She didn’t want to question the actions of the man upstairs any longer, and got into the drivers side of the car before fate changed its mind about allowing Hope to keep the car..                                          *                  *                  *

Desperately all of a sudden, Hunt had decided that the best option was to leave completely. He couldn’t live without Hope it seemed, but he couldn’t live with her it either. The idea of having to stand up in front of his classes and teach as she sat there, watching, listening, reminding him of every touch..was too much for him.

He got up and starting throwing everything into piles on his desk. He hadn’t prepared for this and he didn’t exactly have a prepared empty cardboard box lying around for his departure.

He grabbed the closest thing he had in the room to a container, a waste paper basket, and he filled the piles of belongings into the bin as much as he could, behaving like a mad man as he ferociously packed, mumbling to himself. If anyone saw him now, they’d think he’d become deranged.

Trip by trip he brought that bin to his car, dropping off belongings from his classroom. If this was an assignment he would have failed himself for not taking the time to find a box or bag of some kind…he probably would have finished by now if he had one, only he didn’t care. Because although he wanted to leave as soon as possible, the wandering between classroom and car was therapeutic and a small part of him wanted to stay for as long as possible, just incase. Besides, he hadn’t even started emptying his office yet.

As he came back into the building he walked towards Priya who was making her way home. Priya frowned at him as he walked past, shoulders down and carrying an empty waste paper bin without muttering a word.

“Thomas?” she questioned as she turned to follow him back towards his own class. He continued to walk away from her in a dazed state, before she called out again, “Thomas Orson Hunt!” He hated when she did that. Only his mother was allowed to speak to him that way, add it too the long list of reasons why we ended, he thought to himself as he stopped on the spot.

To be fair, he really needed be held right now, and if Priya was the only person around to offer that comfort, then so be it…

Oh I loved this. I just want Hope to get to Thomas before that d**n Pyria. Can't wait for the next chapter

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