All Chapters of My Professor's Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Azalea stirred slightly when she felt the soft tap on her head. "Wake up," a voice murmured, followed by a quiet chuckle that hung in the air for a moment.Reluctantly, she pulled the sheet higher, cocooning herself away from the harsh light streaming through the window, and from the weight of the day ahead."Leave me alone, Jackson," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.A beat of silence passed before the sheets were suddenly yanked off, and Azalea let out a long, weary sigh."Come on, you can't hide forever," Jackson's voice was warm, almost teasing. "We need to grab our schedules. You've forgotten about school, haven't you, my dear friend?"Azalea's eyes narrowed at him from beneath the tangle of her hair, her expression sharp, but Jackson only responded with a grin, his dimple making a quiet, unmistakable appearance.A quiet sigh escaped him as he flopped into the blue beanbag on his side of the room. "By the way," he added, almost lazily, "Jett Fogger's throwi

Azalea glanced at her reflection in the mirror, eyeing the outfit she'd picked out. The green dress she had originally considered was absolutely ridiculous, so she tossed it aside in favor of something bolder—a red one that at least made her feel like she was in control. She wasn't thrilled about tagging along to Jett's dumb frat party, but she figured it was better to play nice, especially since Jackson had her schedule. She needed that schedule—desperately—since classes started tomorrow and she was already behind on a few things.And if that wasn't enough, after the whole pool fiasco, Azalea had to track Jackson down again to ask which books she needed for her classes. It was like having a damn parrot on her shoulder for the rest of the day, him repeating the same thing over and over just to get under her skin."Oh, come on, Azie," he had said, that smirk still plastered on his face. "This is just me having fun."She'd rolled her eyes. "No, actually, this is you trying to annoy me,

Azie was jolted awake by the loud blare of her alarm. She pitched herself out of sleep, nearly toppling out of bed. Groggily, she reached over, fumbling for her phone, and quickly swiped it to silence the alarm.After last night, and the crazy mix of the party and the late-night trek back to the dorm, she was definitely feeling the effects of it all. That familiar buzz of tipsiness still lingered in her system, making her head feel a bit foggy. She hadn't expected to crash as soon as she did, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, sleep took over.It was only now, in the quiet of the morning, that she realized the phone still clutched in her hand. She brushed a strand of her red-orange hair out of her face, trying to shake off the grogginess, and finally took a good look at the screen.She noticed a notification and pressed on it. The phone opened automatically, taking her to the chat.𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚐?

After classes, Jackson and Azalea decided to head to their usual spot under the tree to knock out their assignments. It was their go-to place because, recently, they both found their rooms a bit... suffocating. Being outside, in the fresh air, felt like a relief.But today, even the quiet under the tree felt loud—maybe even louder than it ever had before. They had been sitting in silence for the past twenty minutes, neither one of them speaking a word.Jackson had thought getting her a coffee would ease the tension, maybe help break the silence, but instead, it seemed to make it worse. She'd only taken one sip when he handed it to her, and since then, the cup had just sat there, forgotten between them.Jackson shaded in his triangle for his mathematic question and finally took a glance at her. When he did she quickly looked away, grabbing her cup of coffee and took a long sip from it.Jackson couldn't believe it. Had she been staring that entire time? The young boy couldn't shake the

Today was the day of the date. Azalea wasn't sure if she was excited about it anymore, but she definitely wanted to know more about Jackson. After all, that's all he really was to her—just a friend. Yes, a guy she had grown to tolerate over time. A guy she liked simply as a friend, nothing more, nothing less.She stood in front of the mirror, her hair pulled into a messy bun, and checked herself over one last time. She wasn't trying too hard, but she still wanted to look presentable. Jackson, lounging on the bean bag across the room, gave her a quick glance, his eyes flicking over her casually, like he didn't care, but Azalea could feel the weight of his gaze nonetheless.She was dressed casually: a simple white V-neck, well-fitted blue jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes. She added a delicate necklace, but nothing too flashy. It was a laid-back look, but it felt right for today.Azalea caught Jackson's gaze in the mirror and turned to face him, feeling a playful smirk tug at her lips.