Chapter 2

Ayla

 

He continued to stare at me and whispered, "Get out." His forehead was now furrowed.

 

 

Before leaving his office, I apologized once more, wiped my face with a handkerchief I took out of my skirt pocket, and asked one of the students where the restroom was. He didn't take his eyes off me as he pointed to it.

 

As I made my way to the restroom, I continued to cry in silence with my head down; other students gave me strange looks and whispers. I became even more ashamed.

 

I went into the cubicle and sobbed in secret.

 

It's my first time being yelled at and confronted, and my heart is beating too fast.

 I want to call my sister.

 

I bit my lip to hold back the cry that was itching to come out of my mouth when I heard the door open.

 

 

I sobbed there for a while after realizing that I was fifteen minutes late for the very first class.

 

I quickly got to my feet and wiped away my tears. I walked and ran while gripping my bag's strap.

 

I kept my head down, not bothering to look, as I carefully opened the door to room 119.

 

There was a pause before I said, "I'm sorry, sir,  I'm late." I tried to keep my voice calm.

 

" take your seat," the familiar voice startled me

 

I walked to the last seat before I looked up at him; he looked scary even though he was staring at the paper he was holding.

 

 

When he looked up, I bit my lip. Then, I looked down and started fiddling with the ballpen in my notebook.

"Welcome to Psychology 119, I'm professor Aiden Solarez Master teacher of psychology class. I expect all of you to take notes while I discuss about human behavior. I don't want a slow and playful student here, don't expect me to show any mercy to anyone of you especially when I recite.. if you think you can't do it and it's difficult, you can leave now" his deep voice sent shivers to my spine

 

I bit my lip as I watched the other students leave the lecture hall, I was still thinking twice whether I should leave or not

 

I looked at him and saw that he was also looking at me, like he's measuring me if I'll go out or not

 

I played with my hands was about to stand up so I can leave the lecture hall but then he spoke

 

"That's all sit properly and let's start our discussion" he said coldly and turned around to start

 

"human behavior"

 

He turned to face us and asked, "Anyone who wants to share what they know about human behavior?" The others raised their hands, but I stayed seated. I watched as he looked from me to see who had raised their hand.

 

"Yes, the guy in the green polo shirt," he said, but his gaze remained fixed on me. Despite the fact that nothing but human behavior was written on the whiteboard, I made an effort to look at it.

 

 

While he talked about the subject, my heart continued to race even though I was silently taking notes on my notepad.

 

He's good at discussing, and because he speaks slowly, I can understand what he's saying right away. His low voice is soothing 

While he was looking at his laptop, I let my eyes travel over his face. Even from a distance, you can still see his sharp nose, his eyebrows are thick and his jaw are shaped.

 

The class ended quietly, I put my things away and was about to leave the lecture hall when he spoke

 

"Excuse me" he spoke, I immediately turned to his emotionless face

 

I played with my hand"s-sir?"

 

"What's your name?" he said as hard as a rock

 

"A-ayla sir, Ayla Hernandez..... I'm r-really sorry about w-what happened sir, I-I didn't mean it" she kept stuttering, she looked down again

 

I thought he was going to speak but

 

"Hmmm" he whispered, I gulped at his voice

 

I looked up at him and saw him approaching me, suddenly I got nervous

 

He looked straight at me while he was holding his briefcase in his right hand, I looked down at the floor until he walked past me

 

I breathed out hard when I heard the door open and close

 

He probably hated me

 

Even though I'm feeling down in the upcoming classes, I remember to take notes.

 

Even though I've apologized multiple times, I still feel unsatisfied and lacking because I can't stop thinking about him.

 

 

I lay down on the bed and shut my eyes. I had a dream that he kissed me.

 

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