Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Feral Professor [ Your Professor Shouldn't Taste You]: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Unfortunately, Maggie was right. I do look worse than everyone else we have walked past since turning into the department. The people who looked worse than me were the medical students I shared a floor with back at the residence. Those girls always looked like that, all year long. I shouldn't have compared myself to them. Everybody I walk past makes it a point of duty to stare straight into my face, I know they are wondering why I had huge eye bags and why my skin looked as pale as it did. I don't think I got direct sunlight on my skin for the past week. And I did lose weight, and it is terribly obvious. I look like a malnourished vampire. Fuck. This is embarrassing. "Miss Johnson, how are you?" The examiner, Mrs. McGill who doubles as one of the lecturers that takes us a core course, asks me, peering into my face, I am holding up the queue behind me and I am squirming, I pull the hoodie down but it is useless. Judging by Mrs. McGill's expression, she can smell that I haven't washed

"What was the exam like for you? Did our revisions help?" Maggie asks me as we walk down the long aisle, a long line in front of us and a long line behind us. Everybody else is also talking so her voice blends right in. I appreciate that she is not asking me about the reason I told her I wasn't okay. She knows. She saw him. She also probably saw the expression on my face when he walked in. "It went great, actually. Yes, it did. I am so grateful for you Maggie, thank you for not giving up on me." I squeeze her hand and she squeezes it right back."That is good to hear. You are welcome." She says. She turns around, craning her neck to look behind us, and in front of us too. I know who she is looking for. Penny and Tristan are nowhere to be found. I don't know when they left. I was too busy feeling my heart shatter again in the aftermath of seeing Zane after a whole week. Finally, we step outside and the cold is immediately biting. I stop when I see them standing together down the hal

His desperate passion and desire for the kiss takes me like a storm. I cling to him, afraid of falling because my knees turned to jelly immediately his smooth lips found mine. In the first second, I tried to fight it, I pushed at his hard chest, and didn't let his mouth control mine, but I didn't last. I gave up the fight in the very next second. One second, I was pushing him away, the next, I was fisting his shirt, grabbing his face, and returning the maddening intensity of his kisses, clinging to him like he was a flame and I was a moth, needing him even as I knew I shouldn't. Zane's hand goes behind my head, protecting my head from the hard wood of the door and projecting my face upwards so he can kiss me even deeply. I moan, feeling the upheaval of desire start up in my chest, travelling all over my bloodstream. He kisses me long and hard. His tongue ravage my mouth, searching, taking, dancing, luring, making me make soft sounds in the back of my throat that can pass as moaning.

Alex POV::"But, what do you think, Zane?" I can't help but ask. I swallow and break the eye contact with him. I don't want him to see the tears shimmering in my eyes. I clench my fists in my armpits. I will not cry in front of him. I will not grovel. I will be stronger this time around. I will be better. He wouldn't see me hurt. I can't let him see just how badly he was breaking my heart. Ruining me beyond repair. "Alex. I am so sorry." A sob wrenches from some deep parts of me at the gentle warmth of his voice. God, I hate it when he apologises. It tears me apart. It floods me with such painful emotions, it leaves me breathless because he does it so helplessly. I grit my teeth and swipe at the tears on my cheek. "Don't. Quit apologising. It is so useless." I say. My voice wobbles around the lump in my throat but I know he can hear me loud and clear. The office is quiet and dark. The memories we have shared in this space. The passion. The lust. The love. And now the pain. The awful

"You stupid dumb bitch. You know, I used to feel sorry for you, but right now, I just might celebrate it when that asshole finally leaves you in ruins." Maggie is once again in front of me, glaring bullets at Penny who matches her energy with just as much bile as she regards us from the entrance. "Who even the hell are you supposed to be? Why are you butting your ugly ass in this situation that has nothing to do with you?" Penny throws at Maggie. It occurs to me that she really didn't recognise Maggie. Never cared to even commit her face and name to memory, inspite of the fact that she accompanied me on that ill advised visit to her on her sick bed. Tristan too. He doesn't know her even though he has spent a whole session in the same class with her. I guess people like Maggie and I are really invisible to people like Tristan and Penny. We are worlds apart. "You don't have to know me. But I know you and that asshole you are clinging to in this self destructive path you have chosen.