To Be Loved

Chapter 1

Prologue

"All I want is to be loved, to find someone who will love me for who I am - someone who will make me feel safe, happy, and comfortable. All I want is a shoulder to cry on, but all I get is physical and emotional hurt. How could people be this cruel? How could a family do this to their own child? How could they hurt their own flesh and blood and destroy them? All I ask for is to be happy and to be loved. I yearn for a peaceful life and restful nights without worrying about what will happen tomorrow. That's all I want".

After she finished reading the letter, she looked at her students, finding them with different expressions and emotions-from sadness to pity, while others seemed devoid of any human feelings. However, three students caught her eye. They had a dazed look in their eyes as if they were in their own world, and she started to feel curious about getting to know more about them.

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Chapter 1

The creaking sound of opening the door to the lecture room caught all the student's attention and all the students groaned in annoyance to show their dislike but stopped when they saw a different professor, not the usual dull, tough, and old hag Professor. Novak, but another one, so the rumors are true. Professor Novak had an accident.

Professor Novak is 57 years, 5,8 height, with short white hair, dark light skin color, and small gray eyes. She is known to be unforgivable and harsh in her ways of teaching. She believes that is the right way to make her students more responsible and hard-working.

But in reality, she is a good person, a kind, wise, and softhearted woman, and every time you need her help you will find her beside you to support you until you feel better. She is a great mother to two beautiful daughters and a son.

She raised them by herself after her husband died in a car accident. It was hard for her in the beginning, but she pulled herself together for the sake of her children.

That's why she built that rigid wall around her to not collapse. And the reason that she is like that, in front of her students, is to make them learn how to manage and survive in tough times, and not to be weak.

If she could just choose a different way to guide them and explain how to deal with difficult situations, it would be better than being hated this much.

The once quiet class started to get alive again, and the students began to whisper among themselves and ask where the old hag and who is the new professor. All of their actions didn't get unnoticed by the eyes of the new professor.

The new professor was smiling because she remembered her college days. And how she thought she hated her choice to be a sociologist.

She wanted to be a doctor even though she hated blood. She was so naive.

She wanted to be a doctor because she thought this was the fastest way and the best one to make money, so she could help more people with this money. But now she is happy that she has become a sociologist and can still fulfill her dreams.

She grabbed the microphone and the silence once again filled the classroom.

''Finally, it got quiet,'' she said with a smile.

''Well, for your information, Professor Novak had an accident, and I'm her replacement for three months'', said the new professor to all the anticipating eyes that were looking at her.

All the students started groaning again, and she laughed at them. "Don't tell me that you expected the lectures to be canceled because you didn't have one last week''.

She heard someone yelling 'yes'. "Sorry to disappoint you guys, but you will be stuck with me for three months''.

''But one question. May we know who you are?''. One of the students asked.

''Can you please stand up so I can see you?." stands a good-looking student, who has a bad-boy aura. He has light brown eyes, white skin, a fit body, and blond hair, and his height is probably 6,2.

''Can you introduce yourself so I can get to know you?'', ''Yes, why not but for your information, everyone knows me." He finished with a wink, and some girl's face turned red.

''Well, for your information, I don't, so who you are?" She said with a smirk, and there was a slight laugh from the other student.

She knows she shouldn't talk to him that way, but that's what she hates about people like him. They are arrogant and full of themselves, but in reality, they are empty and insecure.

She returned to her senses when she heard him speaking. She said "Sorry, I didn't listen, what did you say?'', ''My name is Adam White, what is your name, professor?''.

''It's good to meet you Mr. White, not just you, but all of you. My name is Professor- Jasmine Miller''. You can hear the gasping from a mile away and see the shocked faces from 2 miles away.

''Are you the famous fighter for human rights and child abuse?''.

''Yep, that will be me." the class became quiet again, and if you dropped a needle you could hear it.

But the happy moment didn't last for too long. All the students start speaking again, but at the same time, that makes me wish that I had used my name and not my husband's surname.

''Okay, all of you, quiet now! you are giving me a headache''. They all become quiet after sensing the irritation in my tone.

''So is that really you?'', ''Is it true that you got kidnapped by one of your clients?''. I tried to answer, but they didn't give me a chance.

''Did you really hit one of the clients that asked you for help?''. And here I started to lose my patience, and that's a bad thing.

''All of you SHUT UP!'', And thank the god they did.

''You guys need to stop believing in everything the media says, not all of it is true''. I huffed in annoyance. These damn reporters and media know me by my name only, because I hate to be seen in newspapers and refuse to appear on TV shows, so they think they have the right to write whatever they want.

Even though my PA answers their damn calls and questions, they still write the hell what they want. I looked at them to see a bunch of curious faces, waiting for me to continue my answer.

''For all your information, I didn't hit that person. I don't even know him, and I didn't ask for money to help that woman. She has an addiction and wanted money to buy drugs, but I refused, so she thought that ruining my image and suing me was the best way to get the fame and the money she wants''. All of the students were stunned by the truth.

''Then, why didn't you tell them the truth'', one of the students asked.

''I did, but maybe they don't like me or the fact that I'm a Muslim, or maybe they thought I took the charity money in my pocket or something like that, so they started to believe the false accusations that were pointed at me''. Their faces were shocked.

''Don't tell me all of you are shocked because I'm Muslim''. And they nodded their heads, and she laughed at their stupidity. For god's sake, she is wearing her hijab, they were looking at her while she was laughing like there was no tomorrow.

''OMG, if you didn't notice I'm wearing a hijab over my head, because that's part of my religion. not to hide my baldness", I said with a smirk.

Some of them had red faces from being embarrassed, and her laugh at them didn't stop.

''Or are you shocked because I might have a bomb with me? If that's the case, don't worry, I left the bomb in my house''.

She laughed loudly at their frightened faces, and they thought she had a mental issue.

''Okay, sorry. You guys are really funny. We will enjoy this period together, I hope. Now that's enough, let's get to...''. She couldn't get to finish her words because the lecture door was open.