Moore to Lose Read Online Free Page B

exposures, with soft white water flowing over the shiny rocks. Mia explained it to Tom, who was having a hard time visualizing it. “I’ll bring prints to class, so that you can see what I’m talking about,” she promised.
    Entering the little coffee shop, Mia realized that Tom’s attention made her feel good – feel special. She was also very aware that she was just using his attention as a way to allay some of the pain of losing Schooner. She needed to feel special. And in an odd way she was competing with the Jacqueline’s and Sherri’s of the class – the girls who turned heads and used their sexuality to get exactly what they wanted – all the time. On some level, Mia knew that she was making them her CJ’s. And if Tom liked her because she was smart, funny, a talented writer – then that was her fuck you to all of them – fucking Schooner included. And Mia was itching to give them all the proverbial finger.
    “So, I have something I want to talk to you about.” Tom looked at Mia over his coffee, taking on a very serious, authoritative tone. “You and Rob Ryan are really at a different level than the rest of the class.”
    Mia smiled, she liked where this conversation was going.
    “I’d really like to work with the two of you separately from the class. I’m going to leave the choice up to each of you as to whether you still want to attend the class for the rest of this semester, and next, in addition to working with you two separately or just work totally independently of the class.”
    Mia could feel the excitement welling up inside. “So, Rob and I will just work with you alone? Or individually? What are you thinking?”
    “I’d like to work with the two of you together. We’ll figure out a time that works with everyone’s schedule. This way you two still have the benefit of bouncing off of each other and doing critical reviews of one another’s work. I’m probably also going to have you team up and write together – things like small screenplays.”
    Mia sat back, devil smile slowly commandeering her face. “Seriously?”
    Tom laughed, his eyes coming alive at Mia’s response. “Yeah, seriously. Some of my profs did this with me and some other students. It really accelerates your growth because it becomes an intensive workshop. If I keep the both of you just in the class, you won’t get out of it what you could and I don’t want to see that happen. I have a year to work with the two of you and I want to make the most of that year.”
    Mia ran her hand through her hair. “Wow. Thank you. Does Rob know?”
    Tom shook his head, a shock of unruly black hair cascading down his forehead like some bad boy rocker. Don’t do that, Mia thought to herself. You look like a hot bad boy. A year with this man … holy crap. “He should be here in about twenty minutes. What are you smiling at?”
    Probably would not be appropriate to say “Your bad boy hotness” or “This is the first time I’ve been horny in like five months,” or “I’m just wondering if fucking you would help me forget him and make this pain go away,” so she just shook her head. “This is really cool.”
    Rob joined them and Tom outlined his plans. They would meet Tuesday and Thursday evenings from 7 P.M. – 9 P.M. It was Mia’s first time talking with Rob, a scruffy senior from a small town in upstate New York. Social skills weren’t his forte, and Mia wondered how this was going to work out with her and Rob working together. Knowing one of her strengths was drawing people out, and misfits had always been both her specialty and her comfort zone, Mia knew she’d figure out what made him tick. Maybe he was just shy, an affliction from which she rarely suffered. Relishing anything that would take her mind off of the Schooner hurt and missing California, Rob Ryan was going to become her pet project and maybe even a good buddy.
    By the time they’d finished their meeting, Rob and Mia had their first project from Tom.