My Professor's Dirty Little Secret
By the time I reached my dorm, I was practically vibrating, the heat of anger coiling in my chest.
I barged into the room, tossing my bag onto the bed and flopping down beside my roommate, Lila. “I can’t even,” I groaned, throwing my hands in the air. “He… he just… I—ugh! I’ve never met anyone so infuriating! He sits there, calm as a statue, and just… measures me like I’m some project or puzzle he’s going to solve. And then he warns me like I’m a child! A child, Lila!”
Lila raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh. “Wow. I’m sorry, hun, but are you sure you both aren’t in the wrong?”