Chapter Four - Finding out the truth
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Amaya’s P.O.V
Classes officially started today and I was excited but nervous too. I had not seen or heard from Joe since that day, I sent him one text saying hello…he never text back so I never bothered my ass after that. I have better things to do than chase after some guy I only met. I was not surprised anyway, I got the feeling at the end of that night I wouldn’t hear from him or see him again…oh well plenty more fish in the sea as they say. Plus I couldn’t be thinking about all that right now, I had classes and they were more important. I looked at my schedule again, triple checking where I was going…the building and the room number. I left my dorm room twenty minutes early cause we all know how terrible my sense of direction is. I never wanted to get lost and be late for first class that would not be such a great first impression. I arrived at the room door seeing the name on it Professor J. Carson. I looked inside seeing the class was empty, not even the professor seemed to be there yet but they must have been in because the desk seems to be set up, the name on the board. I decided to head in, get first choice of seats because I was fussy where I sat, even in school I was the same.
It took a good five minutes before I decided the best seat was front, centre because it gave the best view of everything and the sun wouldn’t bother me. I felt slightly like a dork being the first here but I was not caring. I got my things out my bag that I thought I would need, making myself comfortable and soon enough some fellow students joined me, all feeling as awkward as each other, polite smiles and awkward hello’s shared before everyone sat at different parts of the room. Soon enough the room was filled, about forty students, all we were waiting for now was the professor. I doodled on my notepad as we waited for him
“Good morning everyone, how are we all on this glorious day?” I hear a voice say…a voice that I recognized
Why do I know that voice? I looked up and when I did I froze when my eyes fell on the person...Joe? Is he is this class? Surely he would have told me that since he knew I was doing music? Yes there was different music classes but he never even mentioned he came here
“I am Professor Carson but you can all call me Joe unless the dean or that is around then it needs to be Professor.” He said laughing, the rest of the students laughing with him
I could hear a couple of girls behind me whispering and giggling. I however sat there, in shock…Professor? He is my f*****g Professor? Is that not information he should have shared with me? Yes maybe he had no clue I was his student but he knew I was student so why not tell me he was damn Professor? He must have felt my eyes burning into him because he finally looked at me…his face turning white and panic filling his eyes. Why is he acting this way? He knew I was student…no seriously who doesn’t share that information.
“What the f**k?” I mouthed to him
He never responded, instead he turned his attention back to everyone else, looking at everyone except me. Is this why he has been ignoring me because he knew he shouldn’t be doing what we were, even if it was only hanging out and harmless flirting?
“Since this is first day we will not be doing much, just getting to know each other. A chance for me to let you know what will be happening this year.” He said smiling
Yes I was pissed at him…really pissed at him but that didn’t stop me thinking to myself about that damn smile, that beautiful, sexy smile…that laugh. Oh God No! I can’t go there he is my PROFESSOR…MY PROFESSOR! I don’t fancy being part of one those forbidden love affairs. One thing I will be doing though? Talking to him at the end of this class because I will be making sure he knows I am annoyed with him.
“First thing first…I need all your names.” He smiled
Well I don’t need to tell him mine because he already knows it.
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I was glad when the class came to an end. Yes we spent the time getting to “know each other” but most of that time his attention was on me which made everything worse for me especially with his eyes watching me. You could get lost in those eyes. No seriously why does this man have to be beautiful and my Professor, is this some sick joke? I could see all the girls gushing over him, at least I am not the only one that finds him attractive.
I took my time getting my things together, making sure everyone else left before me. As soon as the class was empty I stormed over to his desk, placing my hand on his desk and glaring at him
“Did you just f*****g forget to mention that you were a Professor here?” I snapped at him
He sighed, getting up and going over to the door, closing it over. I had sometime before next class so I was in no rush.
“Amaya I am sorry, I should have told you.” He said
“You think? What is the matter with you? Is that why you never called or text me because of this?” I said
“Yes. I knew there was a chance you would end up being one of my students but a part of me was hoping you wouldn’t be then I wouldn’t be feeling as guilty.” He sighed sitting on the edge of his desk
He ran his fingers through his hair and I swallowed hard as I watched him. I gave myself a quick shake, pulling myself together before he noticed
“You should have told me Joe.” I said
“I know but I knew if I did then you would have told me to piss off and I was sort of enjoying our time together no matter how wrong it was.” he said looking at me
I know what he meant, I enjoyed our time together too but that can never happen again
“I enjoyed it too but nothing we can do it about it now.” I said
“I know…” he said sounding disappointed
“Well it was fun while it lasted.” I said “I better get to my next class, see you around I guess since you are one of my Professors and all.” I added
“I guess.” He said giving me a half smile
I sighed, heading out and getting to my next class. It is a shame really cause we got on so well and he really was gorgeous. It was fun while it lasted, even only for a day but that is all we can have, that day because it is not like we can spent any more time together.
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