A Student's Obsession の小説・ストーリー

Nothing from Giada. I read each one dutifully, as if trying to make up for the fantasies I’m playing out in my head about fucking my student up against the blackboard in our room. I’m a fucking pervert for even fantasizing about it and need to be the good professor now. I read about one student’s fascination with Shakespearean plays, and how Shakespearean tragedies influence his writing, another student’s love of the Byronic hero drawing her to explore the Brontes. I sigh in boredom scanning a paragraph about one student’s visit to Walden Pond after a thorough exploration of Thoreau.

Not like now, where I can’t replay his images of him in my head. I walk out the door not forgetting to delete my Reddit account. It's better to forget it all. I'm driving home but those words still echo in my mind. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Aunt Sarah had made sure she ingrained those words into my head and those very words have been my mantra for years. I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this whole obsession thing is new. I didn’t know I could be this hyperfixated on a person until it becomes a noose that’s getting tighter around my throat with each passing day.

“I told her I have never loved her, but Nichole’s clingy as hell. It’s like she enjoys being disrespected. I’ve never seen anyone so desperate. It’s disgusting.” Their table erupted in laughter. I felt my stomach drop. Then Lila’s voice chimed in sweetly, “Maybe I should post something. Just enough to push her over the edge.” “Do it,” Daniel said, smirking. “The sooner she runs off crying, the better.” That was it. I stepped out from behind the wall, fury crackling in my chest. Lila turned and her eyes widened. “Nichole,” she breathed, voice cracking with guilt.

Obsessed was literally the last thing that I thought that I would ever be for a girl , but there are so many reasons right now that are telling me that I was freaking obsessed with her . For the longest that I could remember , I knew that I wasn’t going to be a simp for any girl , but right now I don’t even know if I am being right or just going nuts by thinking about it . I hated the fact that I had to be this way towards her . I have met so many women in my life and never did I think that I was going to fall for a college student .

Goosebumps appeared on my skin making me gulping down as I saw him staring at me with something dangerous in his eyes. "Feel whatever you want for me, but fit one thing in your little mind, you are bound to me forever." He was not saying this but declaring that he will never leave me. “He is obsessed with you” Rania’s voice screamed from the back of my head making me tremble. I looked deeply into his eyes to clear this doubt, but I shuddered furiously when it became more intense. This was really an obsession. ‘He was obsessed with me’ realisation dawned upon me but my stupid tongue slipped before I could stop it "Forever is an illusion"

In fire. In something that challenges her. Breaks her. Remakes her. And I’m going to be the one who does it. Whether she wants me to or not. Because obsession? It doesn’t ask permission. It takes. And I’m done waiting. "Get me her class log in school. I'm done waiting."

"I'm just also focused on your sad bachelor life. You sure you're not just married to your laptop, bro?" Before I could respond, my sister Sierra chimed in from across the table, smirking behind her juice glass. "Seriously, even people who swear they'll 'never get married' are tying the knot these days. What exactly is your plan? Live alone with your laptop forever?" "I don't need a plan. I'm fine." My mother placed a hand on her chest. "Fine? Fine? Who wants to be 'fine' at your age?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Mom…"

I said to them. “So you mean, you are going to give up on her?” Mason asked me. “No… I never give up” I said and took a pause before adding, “The problem is… That I am obsessed with her… And when I am obsessed with something…” “You get that thing no matter what” Dylan completed for me.

“It’s like I’m haunted.” I put on my best therapist voice: “You know obsession is a two-way street, right? He probably doesn’t think about you at all.” She actually looked offended. “I don’t obsess.” “You literally Googled him until two in the morning. I heard you typing.” “That was research. I don’t want to get humiliated in front of Dr. Harrison.” I cackled, loud enough that a couple at the next table turned to stare. “You are so full of shit. You want him to humiliate you. You want him to drag you in front of the whole class and—” I made a spanking gesture.

He just sat there, studying me with a strange, heavy expression, the same look of profound, furrowed concern I had caught him directing at me over the last three months. "What?" I demanded, glaring at him. "Say it, Caleb. You’re dying to." Caleb leaned back, crossing his legs. "This is obsession, Killian. At its absolute peak." I let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "It’s care. It’s protection."