All Chapters of Fated to My Professor: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AstridMy shock at Tristan’s words left me unable to act. I was conflicted. I was frightened by how intense the situation had suddenly become, but I was also relieved to see that Tristan was having an impact on Charles. I was also more than a little dumbfounded that he cared enough about me to be pushed to this level. Tristan was so level headed and calm usually. This was almost surreal. Maybe Eddie was right. Maybe we just needed to scare Charles. I couldn’t imagine that he would continue with his threats after this. I saw movement from the corner of my eye and looked to see Eddie approaching Tristan and Charles. Eddie put his hand firmly over Tristan’s, which was still gripping Charles’ shirt and holding him a few feet off of the ground. I didn’t hear Eddie say anything, but I could see that he was applying pressure to Tristan’s hand. Slowly, Tristan lowered Charles back to his feet and released his shirt. Tristan glared at Eddie, but Eddie just looked back at him steadi

Astrid Once we were back in Bridgewater, I dropped Tristan off outside of his apartment. He was oddly quiet and avoided my eyes when he said goodbye. It left a sour taste in my mouth, but after how things went with Charles, I figured he just needed space to cool off. “It’ll be fine,” Eddie assured me as we drove back to the packhouse. “I know,” I said. I didn’t believe it, though. “Thank you for coming with me.” “No problem,” he replied. “I’m glad I could help.” It felt like something had shifted between Tristan and I during the long, quiet drive back to Bridgewater. Tristan had been so angry when we left the apartment. I had expected him to vent, or even argue with Eddie about what happened. Instead, he just looked out the window. I should have thanked him. I was kicking myself for not trying to talk to him about what happened. I was just shaken up by it. When we got back to the packhouse, Eddie insisted on carrying my bags back in for me. I didn’t argue. I just picked

AstridThe rumors about Tristan were all I had been able to think about since last night. The more I thought about the impact that stupid kiss was having on Tristan, the angrier I got. I tried everything that I could to distract myself, but nothing worked. When I came down for breakfast in the morning, Eddie was drinking his coffee in the kitchen. He took one look at me and knew that something was wrong. “What happened?” he asked with concern. I groaned and slumped against the kitchen island. “I messed everything up.”“What?” he pressed, setting down his mug slowly. “Did that jerk call you again?” I shook my head. “No, not Charles. Tristan. I messed everything up for Tristan.”Eddie shook his head and lifted his mug back to his lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I sighed. I needed to clear my head. I was so mixed up and overwhelmed I was finding it hard just to keep my words in the right order. I looked around to make sure we were alone and then let it out

AstridI was hardly able to sleep the night after I learned about the ethics investigation. I felt so guilty about everything. I thought about confessing to my dad all night. If I told him the truth about what happened, he would understand that Tristan hadn’t done anything wrong. I couldn’t do it though. I just didn’t know how he was going to react. He might be angry with me for hiding it, or he might be mad at Tristan for rejecting me. We had enough going on. Tristan and I were both dealing with so much, I didn’t want to pile anything else on top of it. I skipped breakfast the next morning and even though dad wasn’t happy about it, he didn’t pressure me. I spent the rest of the morning in my room. I felt like a petulant child, or a depressed teenager, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be alone. The confrontation with Charles kept playing in my head over and over again. The fear that he’d shown when Tristan had threatened him was undoubtedly real, but then there was that s

AstridI was still gathering my paperwork when my dad came into the library. I started to greet him, but then I noticed the look on his face. He wasn’t quite angry, but it was clear that he was unhappy about something. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Nothing,” he replied unconvincingly. “I just wanted to see how the meeting went.” “Great,” I answered. “We made a lot of progress. Tristan is going to set up a meeting with the head of the financial aid department so we can finalize a few things. It won’t be much longer before we’re ready to announce the program. Why?” “How was Dr. Ward?” he asked. There was a strange quality to his voice. I was starting to get the feeling that he wasn’t a big fan of Tristan, but I had no idea why. I stared at him in confusion. I didn’t expect him to ask about Tristan. I didn’t think that he cared. “Why?” I asked suspiciously. He sat at the table and looked at the stack of papers. “What do you think of him?” he pressed. I frowned at him in con