The Professor Wants Me and So Does My Bestfriend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Sage I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Which meant I didn’t sleep well. As much as I tried to bury it deep in my head, it just kept surfacing. I tossed and turned all night, my mind replaying everything that had happened over and over again. The fight, the way I lashed out, the way I said something I didn’t mean, something I could never take back. The look on his face when I said it. I just hoped he would be able to forgive me. It was a damn carousel of regret spinning in my head, refusing to stop. By the time morning came, I felt like I hadn’t slept at all. Still, I forced myself out of bed, moving through the motions like I wasn’t falling apart inside. I dressed, grabbed my things, and left for school, convincing myself that today would be normal. That I’d focus, keep my head down, and act like everything was fine. If I see him, I would apologize from my heart and everything would go back to normal. I should have known better. The second I walked into my first c

SageI stood there, my back pressed against the door, staring at the empty space where the professor had just been. His footsteps had barely faded when the weight of his words settled on me. "I could never be with anyone that hated me."My chest tightened. His words echoed like a broken record in my head. I couldn't move. My limbs felt heavy, like I was frozen in time. He was gone. I had been such a fool. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight, couldn’t... fix this. The door slammed behind him with such finality that it felt like it had shattered something inside me.It felt like the end.It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were supposed to be more than this. I wanted us to be more. But I had pushed too hard. I was the one who fucked up.The professor was gone, and it felt like my world had come crashing down around me. I wanted to scream, to throw something, to break something. Instead, I stood there in silence, a sick feeling churning in my gut. How did I get here? How di

SageI didn’t think. I couldn’t think.The second he disappeared into his room, something in me snapped.I stormed after him, my anger burning hot and unchecked. I shoved the door open without knocking, barely registering the surprised look on his face before my fists connected with his chest.Again. And again.I hit him, my hands landing with no real force, but he didn’t stop me. He didn’t flinch, didn’t push me away. He just stood there. Taking it.That only made me angrier.“Why are you doing this to me?!” My voice broke, my throat burning from the sheer force of my emotions. Tears streamed down my face, and I hated it. Hated how weak I felt, how desperate I had become.He made me this way.He still didn’t say anything, just stood there while I pounded weakly at his chest. I wasn’t even trying to hurt him, I just wanted something. A reaction. Anything to prove that this wasn’t as easy for him as he made it seem.But he gave me nothing.I let out a broken sob and, before I could sto

SageI had spent hours picking the perfect outfit. I wanted to look good, no, I wanted to look stunning. If the professor was asking me to see him and had specifically told me to wear something nice, then I needed to make an impression.You would think I was a girl getting ready for her first prom date. I was so excited and anxious at the same time because I had no idea what he was planning or what we were doing.But still, I didn’t want to disappoint him by not dressing up to standard.When I finally settled on a sleek black shirt with matching slacks that hugged my body just right, I took one last glance in the mirror, smoothed down my hair, and grabbed my jacket. My hands were trembling slightly as I walked out the door.By the time I arrived at his house, my heart was practically hammering against my ribs.I knocked, and within seconds, he opened the door.He was already dressed, looking effortlessly perfect as always. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his da

SageIt was a pretty intrusive question but I didn’t know what else to ask. I had no choice.That woman came here and disrupted the little peace I had. So I had to wonder how he put up with her because a minute in her presence and I was already drained.I looked up at him expectantly, He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. "I don't want to talk about it, Sage."I crossed my arms, studying him. His shoulders were tense, his jaw locked in frustration. But I wasn’t going to let this go. Not when I had just found out he had been married, and not when his ex-wife had walked into his house like she still belonged there.Said all kinds of things to me and obviously changed his mood."River," I said softly, sitting across from him. "I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I need to understand. I don’t want to be blindsided like that again."He ran a hand through his dark hair, his eyes avoiding mine.“I just…” he started, but he stopped himself, shaking his head.“You just wha