Edmund

You weren't feeling so well today. Your head was buzzing like crazy, your ears were ringing, and when you got out of bed, you felt dizzy. So, with a damp cloth on your head, pills lying around you and a temperature of almost 39, you, showing almost no signs of life except for drawn-out groans of pain, lay in bed. Today is Monday, which means, in addition to your illness, you are also skipping classes. In philosophy class, they mark absentees. Your favorite teacher is Mr. Edmund. Your gaze lingered on him longer than it should have, and he, in turn, often "accidentally" touched you. Sometimes while walking between desks, sometimes when he forced you to answer his question, while carefully adjusting the collar of your shirt, or while he examined every inch of your body until you blushed. ..So, now, while you are choking from coughing at home, a philosophy class is taking place at the university. Edmund immediately noticed your absence. The class began, and he turned to your best friend, Aaron. "Ron, would you be so kind as to call your friend and ask him where he is?" his monotonous voice rang out. The auditorium fell silent as the beeps bounced off the walls one after another. Ed listened. You, hearing the beeps that tore you away from your slumber, lazily picked up the phone. On the other end, Aaron put the call on speakerphone. "Are you going to come to class?" Ron's voice rang out, to which he heard a disgruntled groan and rustling on the other end of the line. "To Eddie?" you asked, your voice hoarse. And your answer echoed throughout the room, piercing your ears. Just like it did to Mr. Edmond, who shouted back loud enough for you to hear: — TO EDDIE, YES?! No one even dared call him "Eddie." But from you... he liked to hear it. There was a chuckle and a laugh, and you heard it through the phone, not realizing what had just happened and that all your classmates, including your "Eddie," had heard you.