As the title says 
Could I have your opinions on the following?
“What is this, James?!”
Esther Bailey stood, with one hand on her hip and the other clutching a crumpled up piece of paper. She gave it a small wave in the direction of the man who had just entered the room. A deep frown was etched upon her usually beautiful face.
James Alexander raised an eyebrow. He was stood at the entrance of his classroom with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his trousers. An amused smirk graced his lips.
”Well?!” She persisted.
“I honestly couldn’t tell you, Ms Bailey. Am I suppose to be able to identify a piece of crumpled up paper without even looking at it?” The man walked toward her and held out his hand patiently. “Give it to me and perhaps I can shed some light on the matter.”
She hesitated a moment before reluctantly dropping it into his open palm.
He wrapped his hand around the paper without giving it a second glance. “Where did you find it?”
“In the top drawer of your desk. At the back.”
Alexander raised his eyebrows. “Do explain, Ms Bailey, why you were rummaging through my drawers without my knowledge?”
The blonde woman shuffled slightly before composing herself. “I was looking for an envelope,” she replied smoothly. “I needed one”
“Is that so?” Alexander spoke quietly. His voice surprisingly soft. “Well. As we are on such good terms; good enough that you feel able to let yourself into my classroom, snoop through my things and borrow my possessions without permission, perhaps you’ll join me for a drink?”
She shook her head. “No, James. Not today. Not now. I want you to tell me what the meaning of this piece of paper is. I want you to explain what the hell you were thinking when you wrote it.” Her voice quivered ever so slightly.
He let out a small sigh and rolled his eyes. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Ms Bailey.”
”Bullshit. Look at it!” She took a step back and leant against the edge of his desk; rubbing her forehead with a pained expression.
Alexander cocked his head to the side and watched the blonde carefully for a few moments before reluctantly unravelling the scrunched up paper. His eyes glanced quickly over the words written upon it. “Not a clue. Sorry.” He shook his head; his gaze now fixed back upon her. “I didn’t write this.” He held out the piece of paper.
She looked up incredulously and gave a small snort. “Don’t lie to me, James.”
He rolled his eyes again and dug in his trouser pocket for his cigarettes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said; popping a cigarette into his mouth with a small grin.
She slammed her fist onto the surface of his desk; sending papers flying in all directions. “Is this a joke to you?!” She spat. “How am I suppose to help you if you won’t help yourself.”
Esther snatched the piece of paper out of his hand and held it up to his face. “This” she said pointing at the words, “this isn’t right. And it’s going to destroy you, Alexander.” Her voice was now barely more than a whisper. Her eyes were filled with sadness.
Alexander allowed a small smirk to dance at the corners of his lips. “I’m ‘Alexander’ again now, am I?”
Esther shook her head in disbelief and dropped the piece of paper to the ground.
She walked toward the door and before exiting turned slightly to look at the man; her face screwed up in a snarl. “Screw you, James Alexander,” she whispered.
Alexander waited a few moments for the sound of her heels to fade into the distance before he knelt down and picked up the paper.
He settled himself into the chair behind his desk and took out a half empty bottle of whiskey from the bottom drawer. He unscrewed the cap and took a small sip as he flattened the piece of paper on his desk.
His eyes glazed as he read the words over and over.