All Chapters of Her Professors : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Saturday MorningThe first light of dawn crept through the flimsy curtains of Kayla’s small dorm room, painting the walls with a soft, ethereal glow. The familiar symphony of birdsong outside, a chorus of chirps and trills, mingled with the distant, muffled hum of the awakening city, a low thrumming that vibrated through the floor and into the very bones of the building. Even without the jarring intrusion of an alarm clock, Kayla’s body, attuned to the rhythms of habit and routine, stirred from its slumber. Years of ingrained discipline had etched this internal clock into her very being, a reliable mechanism that roused her even when her mind craved the solace of sleep.She lay motionless for a moment, her eyes fluttering open, blinking up at the textured expanse of the ceiling. If the previous night had been one of those rare occasions when exhaustion had finally claimed her, pulling her down into the depths of unconsciousness, she might have lingered in bed, savoring the extra momen

Kayla stepped out of the bookstore, pulling her coat tighter around her as the cool evening breeze brushed against her skin. The sun had begun its slow descent, casting long shadows across the pavement. Her bag was also filled some books she had taken a liking to. As much as she would have liked to go straight home, her empty fridge reminded hernotherwise. She sighed, shifting her bag to one shoulder as she made her way toward the small grocery store a few blocks away. She had to be mindful of what she spent—every dollar had to stretch. The streets bustled with people finishing their daily routines, couples walking hand in hand, parents ushering their children along, and students chatting as they made their way back to their various destinations. Kayla moved past them, her thoughts preoccupied with mental calculations of what she could afford. Eggs, bread, maybe some cheap pasta, she has been craving for it. Milk if it’s on sale. The bright, artificial glow of the grocery sto

When Alistair walked into the lecture hall, he looked around searching for Kayla. Their eyes met and Kayla looked away while he walked up to his desk in front of the students. As always the class went silent to avoid getting on the bad side of their professor. "Good morning class. There will be a quick test this morning,although it is impromptu, this test affects your grades." Alistair said. The silent class became filled with different people talking. "Shit, I should have revised last night."Kayla heard someone say from behind her. She was quiet, just trying to calm herself so she would not forget anything she had read over the weekend. Alistair leaned against the desk at the front of the room, watching the reactions of his students with mild amusement. Some groaned in frustration, others frantically whispered to their neighbors, but his eyes kept drifting back to one person—Kayla. She didn’t panic like the others. Instead, she sat still, her fingers lightly gripping her pen.

The soft clinking of silverware and the warm glow of candlelight filled the intimate dining room, but Kayla barely noticed. Her heart pounded, and her breath hitched as three pairs of intense eyes remained fixed on her. She could feel the weight of their words even before they spoke. Alistair was the first to break the silence, his voice low but steady. “The moment we saw you, Kayla, something changed. It wasn’t just attraction—it was more. It was like the world had shifted, and suddenly, you were at the center of it. We’ve never felt this way before.” His gaze held hers, his sincerity almost overwhelming. Victor leaned forward slightly, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass. “We know this is sudden, and maybe it doesn’t make sense to you yet. But it does to us. From the moment you walked into our lives, we knew. We don’t expect you to understand right away, but we need you to know—we want you. Not just for a fleeting moment, not just because of desire, but because you’ve becom

Kayla walked into the lecture hall, clutching the straps of her bag tightly. The room was still filling up, with students chatting in small groups, some scrolling through their phones, and others flipping through their notes in preparation for class. The scent of coffee and fresh paper filled the air, blending with the distant hum of conversation. She made her way to her usual seat near the middle and sat down, pulling out her notebook and pen. Just as she was about to start reviewing her notes, someone slid into the seat beside her. “Hi, best friend,” a cheerful voice greeted. Kayla turned her head and found Janice beaming at her, her brown curls bouncing slightly as she adjusted her seat. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she had been waiting all morning to see her. Kayla couldn’t help but smile back. “Good morning, Janice.” Having a new friend—someone who genuinely wanted to talk to her—felt amazing. It had been a long time since she had this kind of companionshi