MY PROFESSOR'S LITTLE SECRET

I looked at Becka who just smiled and nodded her head eagerly. “Don’t worry about me. I have adventures of my own.”She whispered in my ears as she read the look in my eyes. I was worried she’d be pissed that I left her alone to follow some dude I’d never met.Most people judged Becka because she was loud, moody, sometimes very inappropriate and a bad influence on me like my mother insinuated but I thought she was the realest person I knew who didn’t sugarcoat things or thought the world was full of rainbows at every corner.She was as real as life got.She was vocal, where I was timid, strong where I was weak and we fit like two halves of a burnt puzzle.I nodded at her and smiled at the man.“Sure.” Becka waved at me while she went in the opposite direction of her house, going to heavens knows where. I was nervous as fuck as he drove us to his place. I knew the rules of the game. No names exchanged. No questions asked. He’d wear protection and I would pepper spray him and kick hi

Snickers emanated all around me as his eyes narrowed and water continued to spill. “Are you just going to sit there and watch it spill over?” His tone hard and directed at me. It bounced me out of my stupefied state.I left the class to find a janitor who could direct me to the cleaning supplies room. Luckily, I found one with a mop stick. I had somehow managed to make a fool of myself in front of the entire class and also delayed the class by extra 20 minutes.By the time I had returned the mop and gotten back to my seat, he’d scribbled his name across the board and introduced himself. “My name is Jared. I will be your ECON101 lecturer for the semester. My door is always open to receive you should you have any questions.” How on earth had I managed to have the worst luck in the world? Ohio to California was as far away as far away got so, the chances that my one night stand stood in front of me as my Econs lecturer was already the world playing a huge joke on me. If at all fate

“The demand affects the supply and that is why…” Jared droned off. Since 9am that I’d been in the class, the ladies behind me wouldn’t shut up and I could barely hear a word he’d been saying. “I think he just looked at me.” One of them giggled. “I think so too.” I looked to the back and set a glare on both of them. “Can you guys please keep quiet?” Their faces turned menacing. “What is going on?” I cringed in embarrassment as Jared’s voice reached my ears. “Nothing.” I muttered. His eyes narrowed at me. “You can’t disturb my class and not explain why.” My face tinged red in anger. I wanted to chuck something at his head. The girls behind me snickered in derision. “I’m sorry sir.” He paid me no mind as we continued the class. Every single second I spent in Jared’s class only made me hate him more. He was as difficult as he looked. I was stupid for thinking just because we’d met before, he’d be lenient with me. “I fucking hate him.” Matt chuckled beside me as we returned from hi

“I swear, anyone who chucks a ball of paper at me again will…”“What will you do? Hmm?” Someone from the back yelled. I’d had enough of the insults, sneers, derisive comments and physical attacks. I stood up to address the issue when Jared walked in.“Everyone settled down.” Jared’s deep voice interrupted me, calming the atmosphere with his presence.I bit my tongue and swallowed whatever I was going to utter.“Sir, the assignment was not our fault. If anything, it’s water bottle girl’s assignment that shouldn’t be accepted.” I’d decided to name the girls always behind me, for God knows what reason, GG (gossip girl) 1 and 2. I wasn’t interested in learning their names. GG1 had spoken.“I think the whole class agrees on the fact that we don’t want her as our representative anymore.” Her voice seeping with vitriol. I had cost them part of their CA and I wasn’t surprised they’d wanted that. I understood how they felt and I would accept that. What I couldn’t take was the constant assault.

I gambled on my thoughts and sent a risky text. I knew I’d never have the confidence to face him in person because even after sorting out my feelings I still felt confused.Call me stupid but something in me held onto the glimmer of hope that maybe he actually wanted something with me and I wasn’t being delusional.“Can we talk?” I placed my phone on my bed face down and squeezed my fist and biting my lip nervously. Was he going to reply? What was he going to reply?My phone chimed with a message and my heart skipped a beat. I blew out a breath and picked up my phone.“Why?” I squinted at my phone, trying to see if I’d missed the rest of his message.“What do you mean why? We need to talk.” I seethed as I battled with my keyboard.“I don’t think there’s anything we should talk about.” I could almost see his eyebrows drop in a frown. I scoffed. Apparently, only me thought there was this weird energy between us and it just made things incredibly awkward between us.“Okay, maybe it’s jus