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She was here. She's back. After two weeks, I finally get to see her, look at her, admire her beauty, and be in her presence.
I can't lie...I really missed her, and I hadn't realized just how much until my eyes landed on her.
Tingles of excitement ignited within me, like something dormant inside me had awakened. Butterflies swirled in my stomach.
Fricking butterflies, like a fucking teenager.
I watched her reaction closely, noting the relief in her eyes and how her tense frame relaxed. I forced myself to stop staring...dangerously close to drooling.
I admired her as she carried on with the lecture, looking like she was happy to be back teaching, while most students didn't even care. But I did.
For a brief moment, her eyes locked with mine, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. That spark...that was just what I needed to make the first phase of my plan work.
After our brief eye contact, the rest of the lecture felt like a blur to me. My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to approach her after class. Should I keep it casual, or would that give away too much?. I knew I needed to act carefully if I wanted the next part of my plan to succeed. But every time she looked in my direction, it made staying focused nearly impossible.
The lecture finally ended, and just when I thought my mental torture was over, I was proven wrong. I froze in my tracks as that girl...Lennon...stepped right in front of me.
Not this again. For someone with a name like hers, she was anything but lovely. That big, fake smile was plastered on her face again, making me uncomfortable. She honestly looked a little psycho.
"Hi, Laurent," she said in an annoyingly pitchy voice, awkwardly waving at me.
"Uhm... hi," I trailed off, my eyes darting around, searching for Professor Kayla, who was packing up her things and getting ready to leave.
I wanted to just push past Lennon, but that would complicate everything. I knew she didn't have bad intentions, but I wasn't going to be her plaything or that of her snobby friends.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about something. Can we meet at the cafeteria today?" she asked, batting her eyelashes way too hard.
She must've noticed I was distracted...my attention clearly wasn't on her overly revealing top, Which was showing off her fake breasts, she had chosen to show off.
"In a desperate attempt to get my attention, she did the most ridiculous thing ever...she placed her hand on my chest.
My jaw tightened the moment Lennon touched me, my body stiffening. My eyes narrowed, giving her a cold, sharp look.
My fist clenched as I shot her a what the hell are you doing? look. What made her think she could touch me? I didn't mind her approaching me for small talk, even though it made me uncomfortable, but touching? That was crossing the line. I had planned to let her down respectfully , but now it seemed like I'd have to be a bit more direct with her."
my thoughts raced with irritation, building with every second of her presence. My voice dropped lower and sharper as I spoke, trying to keep my temper in check.
I slapped her hand off me. The gasps and laughters I heard behind me as the result of my reaction, were the last thing I could care about.
"Listen, Lennon, I'm not sure if you're doing this on purpose or if you're just blind and clueless, but by now you should've figured out that I'm not interested in you. I'm not playing along with the childish games you and your friends enjoy.
The next time you feel like pulling something stupid, choose your target wisely.
"And let me make one thing clear...what you just did is probably the biggest mistake you'll make this entire semester.
If you so much as glance my way again, or even think about bothering me, I'll make sure you regret it in ways you can't even imagine. Got it?"
She lowered her gaze to the ground, shame and fear evident in her face, and gave a small nod.
"Good," I muttered before pushing past her.
As I pushed past Lennon, the rush of anger still simmered in my chest, but I forced myself to calm down. There was no time to waste on distractions like her. Kayla was the priority. I needed to figure out my next move and make sure everything fell into place. She was already gathering her things, moving toward the door. Without hesitation, I followed, determined to stay a step ahead.
"Professor!" I called out, but she didn't stop, almost as if she was trying to avoid me. Determined, I called again, and this time, she turned around.
She looked... uneasy? I wasn't sure, but she didn't seem as happy to see me as I was to see her. Or maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks.
"Bonjour, Professeur," I greeted, hoping to pull her attention back to me.
"Hello, Laurent. How can I help you?" she replied, her voice distant, and it stung a little.
I frowned, confused and hurt by the way she treated me like a stranger. I knew I wasn't. Things were fine before she left, so why the coldness now?
"I'd like to meet with you to discuss the upcoming assignments," I said.
"Ho, is that so?" Kayla repeated, her words clipped, eyes shifting. She shifted her weight awkwardly.
I frowned. "Yes... is something wrong?"
She glanced down, her fingers nervously adjusting the strap of her bag. "No, it's just... things feel overwhelming right now. It's not about you."
"I didn't mean to disturb you," I added, concern filling my voice.
"It's fine", she forced a smile. "Just...a lot is going on."
I felt the distance but I didn't push. "If you need time, I understand."
Her Hesitation lingerd, but she nodded slightly. "I'll see you in class." She said her final words before turning away, not even bothering with a goodbye.
'What the Fuck just happened?' I sighed deeply, feeling a knot of frustration as I headed in the opposite direction.
I was completely thrown off by our interaction. It was the most emotionally charged conversation I'd had in a long time.
I understood she probably needed space and time to heal from whatever had happened that forced her to be absent, but it still left me feeling unsettled.
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I stormed into the café, slamming My bag on the table where George was already sitting.
George raised an eyebrow, sipping his coffee. "What's eating you?"
"I'm telling you, man, something's up with my professor," I said, running my hands through my hair.
George tilted his head. "The one you keep talking about? What's her name again?"
"Kayla. But she's not acting like herself. She's...distant."
George shrugged. "Maybe she's just stressed. You sure it's worth all the worry?"
I clenched his fists. "No, it's more than that. It feels like she's avoiding me on purpose."
George raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "Avoiding you? Or avoiding something bigger?"
My heart raced at the implication, unease creeping in.
The tension hung in the air, thick and heavy, as my mind raced with questions I hadn't considered before.
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Hey, lovely readers!
I know some of you are probably wondering when these two are finally going to get togetherâtrust me, I feel the same! Originally, I thought this would be a quick romance, but I've grown so attached to the characters and their story. I really want to explore it more and see where it all leads.
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