I was having Tristan's class today and it did not help that Nico chose that day to stay in with Rita and skip it. In other words that meant that I was on my own today. I tried not to appear too nervous as I made my way to the hall. It was getting harder and harder to act like I was not overwhelmed with the idea of being under my professor one more time.
I shook my head as thoughts of the night that we met came crawling back. It was getting increasingly harder to curb them. The sound of his moans and the dirty words that he whispered in my ear haunted my dreams.
It was even getting harder and harder to focus on the memory of Julius and I. Professor Tristan's existence made it seem like my ex boyfriend was nothing but a lucid dream. It made me frustrated and confused. This man had broken the heart of my friend's sister.
He was off limits and he had to stay that way. The hard part now was to convince my mind and body to keep that rule. As I neared the entrance of the hall I saw Julius and Sophia walk down the hall.
"I can't believe that you got me a ruby necklace, babe" I heard her say.
"Anything for my princess" He responded.
I glanced up at them briefly before walking into class. Julius looked away as our eyes met. It was odd to see how visibly uncomfortable I made him.
I wonder if Sophia noticed it or if she cared enough to even bother about what he felt. I stifled a groan of frustration until I had taken my usual seat. It felt like the universe was out to punish me and I felt tired and defeated.
Tristan stepped into the classroom a few minutes after and as usual, he looked like a runway model. I had to consciously force myself to keep my eyes off him but somehow it felt like he was looking in my direction. I was too much of a coward to check though.
The class passed by in a blur. I could not bring myself to fully focus on anything that was being said and all I wanted was to leave and go back to my dorm.
On one hand, I was lusting after an older man that was forbidden and out of bounds and on the other hand, I was still heartbroken.
Julius had made me believe that he loved me and was willing to cross the depths of the red sea with me and now he was prancing around, openly even, with a completely different person. Even more painful, a woman.
His excuse? He could not let people know that he was into boys.
Those words still cut through my heart and from time to time brought me close to tears.
"I love the fact that they finally replaced Professor Harper with someone way hotter"
A girl seated behind me whispered to her friend and I could not help but eavesdrop.
"Yeah. Tristan is super cute but he is a little bit of an asshole though" Her friend replied.
"Who cares? That's exactly how I like them. I wonder how he is behind closed doors"
"He's probably one of those doms"
"You think so? that's so fucking hot"
The class ended just then and both girls giggled with each other as they made their way out of the hall alongside other students.
I don't know why I felt angry to hear the things that they said. That was the first time that I had felt possessive over any human being.
I knew that a lot of people found Tristan attractive and a lot more wanted nothing more than to be under him but to have these girls talk about him like that. It just made me so angry.
Who the hell did they think they were? I got up to leave. Usually, I would be leaving with Nico but I suppose I would be walking alone.
"Mr, Mongroove"
I froze as I heard him call out my name. I turned and faced him as he gestured for me to come over to where he stood.
"A moment please" I nodded and began to make my way to where he stood.
My heart pounded so loud that I would not be shocked if he heard it as well. When I had gotten to a somewhat safe distance, I stopped.
"You wanted to see me, Professor" He didn't respond instantly, he just looked me for a moment.
We were the only ones in the hall and all my mind could think of was him taking me here and now.
"Do you remember who I am, Alexander?"
Of course, I remembered who he was. What kind of question was that?
"I do"
"I remember who you are as well and I just wanted to say," He took off his glasses, "I had no idea that you were a student here or that we were ever going to cross paths for that matter"
I knew where this was headed. He was trying to distance himself from the situation. Why was I even surprised? Nobody wanted to the gay, foster kid. But with him, I think that he didn't want me at all.
I was a one night stand and that was about it.
"None of us knew"
"Alex, you need to understand that...."
"I know what you want to say, Sir and you can be rest assured that as far as we both are concerned, that night never happened"
A strange expression briefly played on his face but it quickly vanished.
"Well then, I am glad that we could come to an understanding" He said.
"Yeah. Can I leave now?" I asked.
"Of course"
I half ran out of the hall.
Two rejections in barely a month. I don't know how much my heart can take but it was fine. If they were willing to reject me then I was willing to reject them as well.
Julius and Tristan could both go to hell.
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