"Okay guys…remember to go through the text intensively, and turn in your assignments on Monday morning to Garfield; and of course, don't forget the quiz coming up tomorrow morning." The professor said, as he rounded up his teaching, not moved or fazed, even slightly, by the long groans emanating from his students.
Although Emma wasn't concerned about the quiz or assignment which she knew she would be able to scale through with good grades if she got her hand on the right materials, she still groaned out aloud with them, more out of dislike for the too young professor. What had happened to the previous professor? She thought, remembering the old professor who had a thing for Abraham Lincoln, whilst staring abhorrently at the man who was smiling at the students, obviously aware of the effect he was having on the female colony of the class, well, all except her.
She heaved in relief, when he began to pack up his books and sheets to le
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When Emma got out of the class, she tapped her forehead lightly as she came to a halt, cussing again as she realized that she didn't even know the way to the professor's office. And she hadn't remembered to ask Ava about it. "I will just leave, and if he asks me tomorrow, I will just tell him that I had forgotten or that I didn't know the way to his office." She muttered. But even as she said so to herself, she knew that her excuses were flimsy. She had to go to the man's office, and get over with it once and for all. Perhaps, Clem might know. She thought, about to call Clem with her phone, but then cancelling out the idea at the last minute. Clem was majoring in architecture, and so would have no business to do with the history lecturer. "What will I do now?" She asked herself, tapping her right foot lightly on the floor, as she weighed her options. Go home, or go crazy searching for his office, since she wasn't in the mood at all
Emma came to a halt as Damon stopped by the mahogany door. Her face scrunched up a bit as she remembered why they had set out on this journey together; to see the jerk faced professor. What a waste of time. She thought."Do you really hate him that much?" Damon asked, as he took notice of the frown on her face as she stared at the door."Yes." She replied, unwaveringly."But you're just meeting him for the first time today." He cited.And he managed to get on all my bad nerves. She thought."Happens…" She muttered, with a shrug."Well, good luck then. I have to be going." He stated, holding fast to the sling of his back pack, his eyes brimming with amusement."Thanks for the good wishes, walnut." She said. "And thanks for showing me his office." She added immediately with a smile, pushing away his faux protest.&
Emma backed up two steps away from the intruding presence of Professor Perkins, noting that her rival, Claire had also done the same, but unlike her face which was clouded with shock, the latter's face mirrored disgust and alertness. Did they have a history? She thought, staring at the both of them. They were staring at each other, with unpleasant looks on their faces; except Professor Perkin's signatory smirk made his expression lighter, a sharp contrast to his eyes which had turned cold all of a sudden. They had a history together, perhaps a failed relationship. She concluded. "I asked a question earlier? What is going on here?" She heard the professor bite out. "Nothing that is any of your business." Claire replied. Emma thought that she was about to watch the battle of exes; as this was what it must be. She could see her professor trying to calm himself down a
The interior of the professor's office screamed wealth and ancientness. It smelled of it too. Perhaps it came with the perks of being a history lecturer. Emma thought, but discounted it immediately. She couldn't imagine the previous history professor staying under this air of wealth and ancientness. She could tell that the room had been repainted and refurbished, by appearance of the walls which shone with a newness quality. There were marks on the shelves that told a story of the rearrangement of books, and the discard of the some which had outlived their usefulness. The room had a kind of musty odor, evocative of grandparents' houses, the type that makes you feel safe and cozy, and curious; the air of mysteriousness accompanied and enhanced by the ancientness made the latter so. It was dimly lit too; as the thick brown patterned curtains were allowed to drape over the windows, shielding the room from sunlight. She deducted that t
Emma felt the tendrils of compulsion wrapping her all over. What can this be? She thought as she kept looking at the professor who gazed at her with those midnight black eyes of his, which now looked even more alluring and magnetic, the man as a whole actually. She discovered that she wanted to obey the professor with every fiber of her being, but also found out that she could snap out of this silly haze if she wanted to. She decided to try, to see what could happen, and what this thing might mean."I told you nothing; I was just on a sick leave." She stated innocently, hiding a smirk as she saw the look of shock and unbelief that washed over the professor's face, but which disappeared as immediately as they had come. She reasoned out that he must be surprised that his charm or whatever he was doing, wasn't working out all.She almost gasped out in fear and fright, as she saw him stand up from his chair sharply. She watched with brows furrow
Immediately Emma left the office, the professor banged his fist on the large table, causing a slight rip to appear on it."Impossible." He muttered, the black orbs of his eyes reddening by the passing second.She had withstood his compulsion. No human should be able to do that. The werewolf girl hadn't been able to resist it. So, how could she, a mere human be able to? Is she the one? He thought, reclining back into his chair, as he allowed his mind to wander.He had moved here on a request of his king to scout the regions, after a certain Alpha had sought for their help to overthrow another pack, and take over the region. They would be needed to fight along side them if possible. He had found the matter ludicrous, the all had, surprised at the braveness of the werewolf to come into their lair and ask for their help to extinguish another pack. But when he made the offer of the cave of Baresis, they had been inclined to l
"I think table four wants to make an order. Go check it out." The lean, thin faced woman, wearing a knitted white woolen sweater on brown slacks with brown leather sandals, mentioned to Emma who was wiping off coffee stains from the first table in the café. "Right on it." Emma said, with more excitement in her voice than necessary, which of course startled the woman. The older lady chuckled, shaking her head as she watched the boisterous redheaded teenager meander her way around the tables, humming a tune she didn't consider familiar in all her forty something years, while saying a few hellos to people, mostly the male folk who contested for her attention. She thought that the young college girl reminded her of her younger self. She was too full of life, and had been so happy when she had allowed her have the part time job back. Emma scooted around the tables, careful enough to shift away from the fat man who had wanted to touch her hips
"What the hell girl! Are you trying to give us all a heart attack, rather than coffee?!" The guy with pink dyed spiky hair shrieked, staring at her in bewilderment and anger.Emma thought that he would have looked handsome a bit if he hadn't decided to go power ranger on his hair. The other guy with short, but curly black hair, had a surprised but amazed look on his face. She wondered why he hadn't ordered for the rest, or perhaps call their attention earlier as she had stood there.Maybe the bottom ass of the clique. She thought. A son to an average father, who perhaps caught the attention of one of the girls or the other boy. Oddly, she pitied him. No one deserved to be bitched around.The three girls still had the shocked look on their faces. Ugly dunces. She thought."What did you do that for?" The third girl whom hadn't said anything since the charade began asked. Emma thought she oozed a more d