THE FALL

Our relationship… Oh my god! I can’t believe I’m in a relationship with Cole…

has progressed well so far.

He brings me to his house on Friday night, and it happened impromptu because I was already spending the weekend with my parents before he called. 

Still, I told Mom that my mates are organizing night classes once in a while. I hope she doesn’t perceive the deceit.

Cole cooks dinner, and I watch him from the comfort of the living room with a smile as he moves around the kitchen.

I spend that entire weekend with him. I only go home during the afternoons to feed Mom more lies about night classes.

The weekend soon bows out into a new week.

It’s already a week and a few days since Cole and I started dating. To celebrate that, I prepare breakfast in bed for him.

Cole, who was once going through his phone in bed, sees me coming with the food tray and immediately sits up.

“What do you have there?” he asks with a smile.

“Just a little something?” I respond, turning into a nervous and giggling mess as I hand the tray to him.

One look at the food and his eyes light up. “You didn’t tell me you could cook, Lilac. This is so… unexpected.”

“You better not get used to it, though.”

Cole chuckles while looking into the yellow sticky note I gummed on the tray.

“You shouldn’t always need sexual satisfaction, my love. You have to eat too. From your lovely student, Lilac,” he reads out before looking at me with a smile and a ‘you don’t mean it’ kinda expression.

“Eat and tell me your feedback. Don’t let it get cold,” I urge.

“Before that, let me take a quick picture.” Cole captures the content of the tray with his phone. “Oh, could you please do something for me, Lilac?”

“What?”

Cole goes through his phone for a while, then hands it to me. “I just marked some files for the third years' lecture tomorrow. Please transfer them to my laptop, will you?”

“Okay.”

I do as Cole says, while he tastes the food. 

The laptop’s screen faces him, so I watch his reaction from his reflection on the screen. And I don’t miss the moment when he tightens his face.

I grow anxious. “Is uh… anything wrong with the food?” I ask.

I still watch his reflection as he quickly replaces the previous expression with a smile. “Oh, no. Nothing. Nothing at all.”

I know he’s lying, though. “Come on, just admit it.” I turn to face him now. “Tell me the truth. Honest feedback helps in learning.”

Cole shrugs. “Well, is this the first time you’ve ever cooked?”

I shrug, which means yes. Cole then bursts into laughter. I don’t hesitate to do the same as well.

“I’ll improve, don’t worry,” I assure him.

After breakfast and preparing for school, Cole takes me to a bus stop near school in his car. 

For protective purposes, it wouldn’t look right if a lecturer drove a student to school. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with it. But… people’s minds tend to get twisted at the first glance of things.

In my case, I wouldn’t blame them, since it actually is true.

Throughout the lecture, which isn’t a Dr. Cole lecture, by the way, I keep thinking of several magical ways I could skip time to when Cole would finally walk through those doors and stand on that very podium. 

I swear, he makes teaching look like foreplay, cos while he’s standing there in his posh suit, all I think of are those lips of his wrapped around my nipples or those hands of his tracing every curve of my body. And right here in the class, I would wet my panties again with the fear of it marking a portion of my skirt.

Oh, what good times.

“Have a nice day, students,” the professor finally says after the break alarm.

Everyone springs to their feet. Unlike Cole’s lectures when I linger for the hall to empty out, I’m actually the first to start running down the steps.

However, I notice the weird looks on people’s faces as they look from their cellphones to me.

“That’s her?”

“It’s her.”

“I’ve seen her notebook before. It is her handwriting.”

“Wait… she’s fucking a lecturer? That’s messed up.”

Those are the whispers I hear as I run down. So I slow down a little in an attempt to grasp the situation, but then someone approaches me.

Not just anyone. It’s one of the dean of faculty’s PAs.

“Lilac Stone, correct?” he asks me.

I nod. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Come with me to the dean’s office. Now.” His voice sounded stern. My heart leaps a thousand miles at that.

Something is happening. Something BAD is happening. And I know it has to do with my relationship with Cole, which is something that we didn’t intend to get out and should never have gotten out.