HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL
No more being forced to sit through his smirks and whispered threats.
As I dug through my bag for my power bank, something caught my eye. It was a small box of chocolate. My name was written on a sticky note in neat handwriting.
Another one. From my secret admirer.
Ever since the first bar left in front of the bathroom, little gifts had appeared. Sweets, girlish treats tucked into my things when I wasn’t looking. Always with my name and a sweet note, never with a clue who left them.
I pulled the note free, eyes scanning the message. Sweet words, simple, almost innocent. My chest fluttered, confusion and giggly feelings mixing with unease.