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Eleven

ZOEY Zoey had lived in this student apartment for some time, and this was the first time she was getting an email like this. She tried to talk to herself and tell herself that it wasn’t a big deal. That landlords had meetings with the occupants of their residence all the time, but this wasn’t something that happened constantly in this apartment. Even when she newly moved in, he didn’t have any meetings with them. Why now? The worry made her stop all that she was doing and pause for a while, staring blankly at the wall and wondering what she must have done. The funny thing was that it may not have been her or anyone that did anything. Maybe there was a new development. It could be that he had sold the property and he wanted them to meet the new owners. It could be a lot of things. After trying to convince herself that nothing was wrong, she sat on one of the stools in the kitchen, and ate her cereal before going to school. While at school, all she thought about was why the landl

Twelve

ZOEY "Congratulations to all who got selected. Can the selected students please make their way to my office for proper documentation. I wish the rest of you good luck." Dr. Emerson said and walked out of the glass with the other lecturers except Professor Beaumont. Her world was spinning and it wasn't even in a good way. It was as though Zoey had heard wrong. At that moment, she wanted to stalk to the front of the class, rip the laptop out of Professor Beaumont's hand and see the selection list with her eyes because there was no way in hell he came to that conclusion. Professor Beaumont chose that very minute to walk out of the class. Zoey stared at him as he walked away, but he didn't spare her a glance. People said their congratulations to the selected students while she sat there, staring blankly at the wall. There was no way on earth or even in hell this was possible. Her speech was the best out of everyone else. Deciding that she had had enough of the rubbish, s

Thirteen

SIMON The recording came in not too long after, and Simon listened, his brows creasing everytime she cussed him out. He knew that she never liked him, but now, he knew she hated his guts. He knew she loathed everything about him, and her feelings were valid. But Simon hated the fact that he cared. He hated the fact that as much as he could not stand her as his student, a tiny part of him was worried for her. After playing the recording endlessly, he got up from the kitchen barstool and paced around the kitchen, thinking about that night that he saved her from nearly getting assaulted. What if something worse than that happened to her tonight? He would never forgive himself. He waited. Waited for Flavia to call him to give him an update on the case. He just wanted to know that she got the money and got a good place to sleep. If he heard that, his mind would be at ease. Just about then, his phone rang on the counter. As though he was a teenage boy expecting a call from hi

Fourteen

SIMON He hated to admit it, but it was affecting him more than it should. He had been in France for a total of five days, and in those five days, there was no day he didn't think about her. In fact, he thought about her more than he should. He hated that she saw him as the villain in her story. In conclusion, he was beginning to feel bad about the decision he made. After all, he was the one who said that the students should select the person with the best speech and Zoey's speech was second to none. He didn't want to sound like such a party crasher, but he had his reasons. His very valid reasons. If only she'd pull out a chair and listen to him, but she was livid, and the last person she wanted to see was him. He could not help but think about what their next interaction would be like. Would she confront him even more or would she avoid him like the plague? He'd love to see. Crazy how he was in France and was supposed to be living it up. He literally won his second A

Fifteen

ZOEY Determined to stop her five-day old habits, Zoey got up out of bed around 6:00 o'clock in the morning. Contemplating on whether to turn on her phone or head to the kitchen for a coffee, she decided that she'd turn the phone on. As soon as the phone powered on fully, she almost threw it on the floor because the amount of notifications she got was really scary. "Oh God!" Zoey muttered, scared to pick the phone back up. She eventually got the courage to pick it up. She went straight to TikTok, and saw that the video she posted barely twelve hours ago in a bid to vent had gotten over two million views and almost a hundred thousand likes. Her eyes popped wide open in shock, her heartbeat tripling. The video was literally what everyone was talking about and she could not believe it. This was not the plan. The plan was for the video not to go viral. After all, she wasn't popular, and so the algorithm should not favor her. She wanted TikTok to be her digital diary. Now,

Sixteen

ZOEY A couple of weeks back, if Professor Beaumont had demanded for Zoey to see him in his office, she would have jumped up from her seat and followed him quickly. Now, the times have changed and she didn't care. She sat, idly in class whiling away time until everyone left the class. Only when she was the last one left did she sluggishly pick up her tote, sling it across her arm and then, dragged herself to his office in a manner that was synonymous to the snail. With the stupid key card he handed to her all those weeks ago, she opened the door and walked into the office. At the door of the office, she removed her tote from where it hung on her arm and pressed her back against the door before folding her arms across her chest. "You requested to see me." She said, casually. From his desk, Professor Beaumont stared at her. "Why don't you come closer, Zoey." Professor Beaumont said and Zoey rolled her eyes. "I don't want this to seem like some form of power play. I

Seventeen

SIMON Simon sat in Dr. Emerson's office, his mind skimming around so many things. If Zoey successfully transferred classes, his streak would be ruined and he would lose his reputation in that school. He would be just like the other lecturers. For years, he had worked blood, sweat and tears to get this and he was not going to let some naive student who couldn't get a grip on her life end his streak and fuck up his records. He was so lost in thoughts that he did not realize that Dr. Emerson had been calling him. Only when the dean clapped his hands in his face did he snap out of his reverie. "Professor Beaumont, you seem to have a whole lot on your mind lately. I hope there's no problem?" Dr. Emerson asked and Simon feigned a smile and shook his head. "I'm just thinking about how significant the France trip was. It is crazy how we are back already." He lied and Dr. Emerson laughed. "Time flies by so quickly. We have to make the best use of it while we can." Dr. Emerson s

Eighteen

ZOEY A flush of pink appeared on Zoey's both cheeks, and in that moment it was as though the ground should open and swallow her whole. When she thought back to the events that led up till that moment, she was engulfed with embarrassment. Her ex, Clinton and her former best friend, Cassandra really did a big one on her. The events that made her life go downhill had made her forget about the whole cheating but now that Professor Beaumont had asked that question, the memories of that night washed over her. She sat there, staring at the floor, unmoving because for the life of her, she could not look into Professor Beaumont's eyes. She wasn't so strong emotionally, and one look at him could burst the dam that was her emotions and she'd cry bitterly. "I asked you a question, Zoey." Professor Beaumont pressed, but she was too embarrassed to answer the question because she remembered that night vividly. She remembered that her towel dropped and he saw all of her. She was drunk, and

Nineteen

SIMON Simon could not believe his ears. Not because of what he was hearing, but because it was coming from Zoey. After all, he was a thirty—three year old man with a dark past. A dark past that involved a whole lot of sex. He was used to giving his partner or whoever it was that threw herself at him whatever she wanted. This one was different. As much as he thought about her constantly because of how she crept into his life, there were still some lines that he could not cross. If they were both young, he could have excused it and said they had their whole lives ahead of them, but he had experience and she was just starting out life. She was his student. "I'm very sorry, Zoey, but I can't kiss you." He told her, plainly. He stared at her face and it was as though she was about to throw a tantrum. In what way possible could he word it to her that what she was requesting was impossible. "You're saying you can't kiss me now, but you didn't have a problem doing it bac

Twenty

ZOEY The next morning, Zoey’s head felt as though there were a thousand and one little men building a house with so much hammering going on. It hurt like a motherfucker. When she remembered her reasons for drinking in the first place, she cringed so bad she wanted to get back to bed and throw the covers over herself. She could not believe she threw herself at her Professor. When he even rejected her, she could have held her head high and walked away, but she begged until she got kicked out of his office. The thought of it made her want to go to the train station and offer herself so that one could crush her because it was better for her to be dead than live with the embarrassment. She didn’t know if she appealed to Professor Beaumont, but if she did, she was sure that with that act of hers in his office, she would have lost it. She stared blankly at the wall when she heard a knock and the door to her room creaked open and Celeste walked in with a cup of hot tea. “Morning,

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