Hot Night With My Professor

That professor’s behavior is the worst. What right does he have to care about my life and tell me not to waste it on a worthless man?

I finally left the classroom and rushed to the nearby comfort room to cry. I couldn’t stop it. All the tears that had been hidden for days and weeks, they all poured out.

I have no one else to turn to. And even if I destroy my life, no one cares.

*****

A week passed and again, I had no choice but to face that Ismael again but this time I had something with me-I had revenge. Of all the things he said to me, especially the words that he would not like someone like me, it is demeaning.

I went to class early in the morning and I was right-he was there in the class, even though my classmates weren’t there yet. Busy using a laptop.

I grinned. I immediately opened the two buttons on the uniform I was wearing and walked in front of him. The skirt I’m wearing is also short, which shows the curve that needs to be curved. Who will not be affected by this?

Ismael’s eyes landed on me. You’re now defeated, asshole. You can’t escape me anymore.

But he only looked at me for a moment before returning his eyes to what he was doing. Did he just ignore me?

“Kindly fix your uniform, Miss Alvandra. What you are wearing is very painful to the eyes.”

What he said left my mouth open. What kind of man would refuse such grace? I sucked my teeth as I marched my way to him. I turned his swivel chair to face him in front of me. Our eyes met and we didn’t let go of each other for a few seconds. Is it true that I have no effect on this human being?

“Are you gay?” I exclaimed.

“No,” he answered in a deep voice that raised my eyebrows. “If you’re trying to seduce me by wearing your uniform in that way and acting like a whore, I appreciate it but sadly, it doesn’t affect me.”

“What kind of man are you?” I asked out of annoyance.

“Not a man like Professor Sybill, I guess. Did you act like this in front of him?” he commented sarcastically. I immediately closed the buttons on my clothes and adjusted my appearance. I even raised my loose hair into a ponytail.

“No! What do you think of me?!”

“Then, why are you being like this in front of me?” he asked with a grin.

“None of your business!” I shouted and turned my back on him but before I could leave, he grabbed my waist and I faced him again.

I swallowed and for the first time, I was nervous about what he did. Shit. Ah, it seems that what I do has an impact on me. This can’t be.

“I don’t know why this idea keeps coming into my mind. Are you doing this on purpose for me to notice you?”

I immediately frowned. “What do you mean?” I remembered Savannah’s accusation against me again. Is he telling me that I’m flirting with him? No way!

“Are you trying to hit on me, Miss Alvandra?”

My forehead twitches. “No way. I don’t like you!”

I was surprised when he pulled me to sit on his lap. I almost lost my breath because of what he did. “Even at flirting, I’m good. Are you sure you don’t like me?” It seems that he returned my threat to him in the past.

And there I stopped and saw his damn gorgeous face. Only now have I examined his face for so long and so closely. I frowned.

His strong perfume stung me as if I were being pulled to consume that smell. I came closer to his neck to smell his scent. This scent. It is very familiar.

I swallowed when he turned to me as if asking what I was doing. Our lips are so close to each other. We can smell each other’s breath. It is making my knees weak.

But suddenly, my fantasy stopped when a memory entered my mind. My dream and the memory came back to me in the hotel room. I immediately looked at his necktie and, without hesitation, grabbed it to look at the back.

M…

My eyes met his eyes again and at that moment, the answer to the questions formed in my brain. He was the guy who saved me that night. He was the one who took care of me and brought me to the hotel room. He was the one for whom I grabbed the tie and sealed a kiss.

I stood still, watching his face. I cannot believe it. He was the guy I was looking for. No, this is not happening. I must be out of my mind.

I was about to confront him about what happened when my classmates gradually arrived so I couldn’t do anything but go to my seat.

“Good morning, everyone,” greeted Ismael. I can’t stop looking at him while he’s talking but at the same time, I can’t help but look away when he glances at me. The strength of my heartbeat suffocates me. I guess I got punished for what I did. I can’t even last long here because of the trembling I feel. I mean, he helped me but why is he acting like nothing happened? If he really is that man, why doesn’t he talk to me about it? He saw me at the bar, very drunk in uniform. Isn’t that one reason for being reported to Guidance? And one more thing: I kissed him.

I covered my eyes with one of my hands, with my elbow resting on my desk. I even touched the side of my forehead with my thumb and middle finger. This is so embarrassing.

“Today, we’re going to talk about Section 2, Point 4, which is the Chain Rule. In addition to the product rule and the quotient rule, there are certain functions where we have to use another rule. That rule is called the chain rule…”

It was the first time Ismael had caught my attention, and my jaw dropped. The way he talked and explained the lesson was way more enthusiastic and professional. I looked around the whole class and noticed their silence. All attention was on the professor in front.

“So if you have a function, let’s call it p of x and that function is built on a function living within another function… so you have f of g of x…” I can’t take it anymore. Am I really listening to that Ismael Mondalla discussion? In Calculus? And since when did I have the interest to listen to him? Is it because of what happened earlier?

No, no, this can’t be. Am I losing between our fight? I am just starting yet. No, I should straighten up. I still want him to disappear and Professor Sybill to come back. So, what I should do now is ask Ismael if something happened to us or not. Because if there is, I don’t know if I still have a face to present to Professor Sybill when he returns. And I have to think of another way to get him out of here because what I did earlier doesn’t seem to be effective. He is as numb as stone and as cold as ice.

“Alright, class. See you on Wednesday.” Ismael said goodbye to us. My eyes narrowed as I followed the professor out the door. I have to follow him.

But the moment I stood up from my chair was the moment Savannah blocked me. And she’s not alone now; she has back-ups that you’d think could match my courage. Hell, no!

“What else do you need?” I asked arrogantly. Savannah tapped my shoulder violently. “You are very flirtatious, Jothea.”

I frowned because of what she said. Didn’t she fully awaken when I slapped her the last time? Because here she is again ruining my day.

“You really don’t miss the opportunity to flirt with Professor Mondalla, do you? And you really came in early to see and seduce him?” I was stunned. At first, she was annoyed because I was always late and accused me of wanting attention. Now that I’m early, she still has something to say. What does this girl really want?

“What do you care? Are you jealous of me?” I asked her directly.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She laughed at me in an insulting way while she crossed her arms. She is rolling her eyes. What if I abducted those eyes from her, huh? “Why would I be jealous of you? Who are you? You don’t even have anything.”

I was the one who grinned. “Yeah, right? Isn’t it ironic? I don’t have what you have anymore. I don’t have a family, I don’t have friends, and I don’t have a boyfriend, but your interference in my life is excessive. What if I have what you have? Then for sure, you will be even more annoyed with envy.”

She was about to speak when someone knocked on our classroom door. I was surprised to see Ismael standing straight at the doorway. “Miss Alvandra, come to me.”

My heart started beating fast. Shit. What is this? “Why would I do that?” I asked artfully while suppressing the strange behavior of my heart.

“Just do what I say.”