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I didn't speak any more and just waited for our professor to come to that subject. I was busy talking to Lexy on Messenger. I was even laughing because of the conversation between the two of us, only to be interrupted when I felt Brandon gently elbow me, which made me look up at him. "What?" I asked him, frowning. He shook his head, and I just realized that the whole class was silent. I looked at the front and saw a professor entering there. Our professor is a man, and I think he is in his mid-fifties. He looked around the whole class until our eyes met.

Professor O’Connel says. “My best friend just admitted having feelings for me and…I don’t know why I am telling you this! I have enough problems with old men telling me what to do! I am not seeking advice!” I snap at the friendly and helpful professor, who is less than ten years older than me. I feel bad. He’s always been a nice guy and super understanding and he looks hurt and concerned. I’m not a total dick, so I apologize and ask if he has a minute after I declare my major.

I had just sent a video of myself masturbating to my professor, and he hadn't even said "thank you." I walked back to the espresso machine, my legs still feeling like jelly. I felt dirty, exposed, and strangely hungry for more. I looked at my phone one last time, wondering what he was doing with that video right now. Buzz. Buzz. Professor Ashton: Monday 5pm. My office.

That was the thing about Lila, she always knew when to push and when to let it go. We were barely in our seats when the whispering started. "Apparently the new professor for Contemporary Lit is some kind of big deal," the girl in front of us was saying to her friend, leaning in like it was classified information, "like published, well connected, the whole thing." Lila leaned over to me. "A hot professor would make this semester significantly more bearable." I smiled despite myself and looked down at my notebook and that was when the door opened. I heard Lila go quiet first.

I didn't know how long I had spent in front of my laptop, but by the time I got up, it was already getting dark outside. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a message. It was that same unknown number again. “A little birdie told me Mr professor wasn't in class today” Who was this person, and what did they want? How much did they know?. I ignored the message. Maybe it could be someone in my class trying to mess with me, right? My phone lit up again. “Ignoring me, are we?” An attachment was sent. It was a picture of me walking to Professor Adrian's Office.

Then he took a slow breath. "You think that's what this is," he said. "Me getting in your way." I did not answer. "Kaira." He said my name again and I hated how it still did the same thing it did five minutes ago, completely against my will. "I am your professor for one semester. What I am outside of that room is not something either of us decided." I typed without looking up. "It still doesn't change what it looks like." "To who?" I hesitated.

"Unlike Professor Hayes who I need to stop fantasizing about before I embarrass myself." If only she knew. We headed to our first class. Economics. Dry material made even drier by a professor who spoke in a monotone that could put insomniacs to sleep. I tried to focus. Tried to take notes. But my mind kept drifting back to yesterday. To Micaiah's hands on me, his mouth, the way he'd called me his. The way it had felt right even though everything about it was wrong. "Excuse me?" I looked up to find a guy standing next to our table. Tall, lanky, glasses, the kind of nervous energy that suggested he didn't talk to people often.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

"So you're saying it doesn't connect?" Snickers from the back grow louder. "I'm saying it's outside the scope of this lesson." He tilted his head just slightly. "Or maybe it's difficult to connect?" More laughter and whispers. Heat crawled up my neck. "How does she not know the answer to a student's question... but she calls herself a professor" Someone whispered loud enough for me to hear. I don't know if he was deliberately trying to make me an object of mockery but it was genuinely pissing me off.

That was a feeling I hadn't felt in a very long time. "I see. I think you'll be great at it." He said smiling at me. I looked at him. How could he tell? "What about you?" I asked. "I'm not a student. I'm actually here to replace one of the psychology professors who's retiring at the end of the semester. I was asked to come and observe the last couple of weeks of his classes and get a feel for the school. I start this summer though." A professor? He didn't look old enough to be a teacher. Then again looks can be deceiving.