Alex Pov: "Okay, that will be all. Have a great day guys." The tall thin language lecturer wraps up her lecture after answering a couple of questions from the class. The class doesn't move or make a sound as she leaves. We are all waiting for something together with bated breaths. It is mid semester already, the time seems to have flown past but not for me. I noted every single passing week since that afternoon in the park with Professor Orion and his daughter. It has been four weeks of some kind of clarity for me. I am able to focus on my studies, classes and activities outside of my studies. I stopped taking walks in that park as a precaution but I joined a pottery class and that is as far as my extracurricular activities go. I also attend a debate club once a week. I managed to find a new friend in class. Maggie. She is nice and quiet with a sense of humour that catches one off guard. I like her. I hope she likes me as much. I rarely see Claire in class except on days we
Maggie sits patiently beside me as the class starts moving out. Some minutes pass by, I am sweating, and I still can't bring myself to type my name. Because I am afraid of the result. Things have been normal, or at least close to what normal should look like between us since the Park incidence. We have done our quiet best to act normal. I know I have. If he accepted my proposal, it would confirm everything we have tried not to talk about for weeks. In a way, it would. If he rejected my proposal, it would be the same thing. There is no winning. Then why the hell did I pick him? Because I couldn't imagine myself mentoring under anyone else. Fourteen year old Alex wouldn't forgive me for being a coward. It is all I have ever wanted. Mentoring under him would open doors for me. People always thought that writing is just talent. Nobody except those in the industry fully understands the hardwork that goes into perfecting the craft just like almost any other profession. You might have a
"That," Maggie points at the door with an angry pointed finger, I notice she is flushed in the face, she is pretty worked up, I have never seen her get this worked up over anything, Maggie is always chill and almost never takes anything seriously, I feel flattered, "that wss more than just crazy. Why is she so angry that Professor Orion picked you?" "Because he didn't pick her." I say calmly, in a tone that suggests that it was a pretty straightforward deduction. I am not being totally honest, but I can't help it. "Right." Maggie says and starts packing her stuff. She wants to leave and I don't know if I should follow her. We usually go to the cafe around the corner from the department to hang out and spend the afternoon, studying or working on an assignment or just chatting. "I mean, yeah. She is just a really weird girl and she is crazy about Professor Orion. You also noticed she only attends his classes, looking like a hooker and being all chirpy throughout his lectures." I say,
"Maggie." I say with a mock serious tone. "More than half the class wants to fuck him. Boys and girls. You are not special in that regards, sorry to break it to you, love." She says. It is one of the traits I find admirable about her. She is straightforward and never minces words. But right now, I had like to shove her honesty back into her throat. I can't stand the thought of not being special to Zane in some way. I want to add the little important detail that we already fucked. Just to be smug and rub it in her face. But I swallow the words. "Oh well." I shrug."What I want to know is Claire's business in all this. That girl's weirdness is of the dangerous type. I don't feel good about her." Maggie is serious again, holding my eyes earnestly. I like that she is worried about me. It makes me feel flattered. I am worried about Claire too. Even more so now, realising that she didn't really forget about me in the past few weeks I have been going out of my way to ignore her. How she
Zane POV:"I am so sorry, sir. I got distracted. Here is the file." Alex is breathing heavily, standing in front of me. She smells of sweat and heat and her sweet vanilla perfume still lingers underneath. She clouds my senses even when she is a mess like this. It is incorrigible, the purely chemical reactions she stirs in me on sight. I manage to keep my face neutral. I am not mad at her. How could I ever be? Though I enjoy watching her squirm like this, it is a perverse joy that I can't explain. Without saying anything, I flip through the file, not actually seeing anything because she is all I can see. Her full chest rising and falling discreetly as she tries to hide her panting. Her red full lower lip that she keeps biting. Her gorgeous hair all over her face. The sheen of sweat on her forehead. Did she run here? It is disgusting but I like her all flustered and breathy like this. She is not self conscious and defensive or painfully shy during these moments and I am able to glim
Alex POV:"You seem more fidgety this morning than I know you to be." Penny eyes me suspiciously as I fluff my ponytail over and over again, biting my lips, ruining the lipstick, and applying it over and over again. I am a mess this morning and it is only for one reason. Mentoring sessions are slated to start today. It is a week since the class got responses from their potential mentees. Classes have been rescheduled to make room for the two hour sessions. These mentoring sessions could be held however the mentor wants. Online. Calls. Texts. Mails. In person. There are no limits, really. The point is that the class gets two hours of free period in the morning. Professor Orion told me he preferred physical meetings last week. Of course he will choose the most nerve wracking option, not considering our history. How the hell are we supposed to be together alone for two whole hours and not tear eachother's clothes off? I remember less of his ex-wife's outburst that unfortunate Sunday
My phone vibrates in my hand as I get on the bus that does back and forth routes from the dorms to the main campuses. I usually walk but I am too nervous to do that without finding myself out of breath by the time I climb the stairs to his office. "Good luck!" It is a text from Maggie with dirty suggestive emojis accompanying the message, the silliness relieves me of my nerves a bit.Over the past week, I have found that I don't regret telling her a bit about my situation with Zane. She teases me endlessly about it at random times but I am able to laugh at the lewd jokes even as I blushed furiously. The guilt has also eased a bit. Maybe I will eventually tell her or not. Time will tell. The bus stops at the department, I get off and it moves along. I couldn't identify that bus in a lineup even if I had to. I turn towards the deceptively squat building and walk in.Like in a trance I find myself standing in front of his office, steadying my breathing, failing at that. I can't deny th
"Thank you, Zane. I am not even going to bother asking why. I am just grateful." I say and he smiles without showing teeth. I asked him the other day already, there is no need going around in circles. "Good girl." He says offhandedly and yet I blush furiously because of how erotic it sounded to me. A dark vision of me stroking him just to hear that rich velvety baritone of his grunt in my ears moaning, urging me on, flashes across my head and I blush even deeper. "What? Is that too much? Okay, okay, I will stick to just Alex. I am sorry." Zane says, he leans forward because I keep looking down at my shoes and the contrast of the brown leather against the blood red of the rug. "Yeah." I smile though I feel like bolting out of the couch and running away, and to keep running till I am out of his reach. His pull. Before I damn all the restraints holding me back and do something I might regret. I look up at him, he has a gentle teasing smile on his face. I must be the funniest thing he