Chapter Five - I could be in trouble
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Joe’s P.O.V
It has been a long day…a strange day. Yes I always knew there was a chance that I would end up having Amaya as one of my students but seeing her sitting front row in my class made it all real and made what I done even worse. I know nothing happened between us but still, I spent time with her in a way I shouldn’t have. I gave her my number, something I should not have done and to be honest I have been thinking about her in ways I shouldn’t be either. Yes nothing has happened but I had still broke rules. I don’t know how this was going to go, having her in my class, more than one class because I teach a few different classes. I would need to get my thoughts of her out of my head if this is going to work. I have never been in this situation where I have been attracted to one of my students and I have been doing this for five years. Yes I have noticed all the pretty faces that have been in and out of my classes but nothing like the way I have noticed Amaya.
Classes were done for the day but I still had some work to do but needed a coffee first, luckily the coffee cart was still open for the sake of night classes. I put everything I was doing aside, heading out onto the courtyard where the coffee cart was. The campus was a lot quieter at this time, still a few people around. I made my way over to grab my coffee
“Hey Joe, just the usual?” Dean asked
“Yes please mate, with a double shot please been a long day.” I smiled
“Coming right up mate.” He smiled getting my coffee for me
I paid him, giving him his usual tip and turned around to head back to my class, my path blocked when another body, nearly knocking my coffee out of my hand. I looked up soon coming face to face with the person who I nearly knocked down
“Joe?” Amaya said seeming surprised to me
“Hey Amaya…how was your first day?” I smiled
“Hey. It was good thanks…yours?” she said
You could feel the awkwardness between us which was understandable.
“Good thank you.” I said
The small talk was making things feel weird…weirder than they needed to be. I never liked it, not after the way we connected and hit it off when we first met, then again that was before we officially became Professor/Student…that dynamic sort of changed things.
“It was nice running into you…I should go.” Amaya said quickly rushing off
I thought she was here for a coffee? Then again she has probably changed her mind when she ran into me, probably not expecting it. I sighed, watching her as she rushed off. I headed back to my class to everything finished up, ready to get home. By the time I got back and tried to concentrate on what I was doing but was failing because I was getting distracted by Amaya. I decided to go home, try get back to it tomorrow.
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It was after midnight and I was lying in bed when my phone went…a text message coming through. It was a little late, my friends and family knew if I was working the next day I would be in bed at this time. I grabbed it, surprised when I see Amaya’s name on it. Why is she texting me? I never expected to hear from her unless I see her in class. I opened it and it read
Amaya: Hey I know this is inappropriate but I wanted to apologize for rushing off the way I did…I just never knew how to act around you X
Joe: I don’t mind you texting me. It is OK…I get it. I should have told you who I was X
Amaya: Yes you should have but we can’t change that now. What are you doing anyway? X
Joe: In bed…trying to sleep but I can’t…you? X
It would seem like she wanted to talk and that was OK with me no matter how wrong it was. It was only texing, it isn’t like we were doing anything too bad. Well that is what I am going to tell myself anyway.
Amaya: The same really *rolls eyes* X
Joe: Lol. You want me to phone and we can chat for a bit? X
I was not sure what she would say to this. I was hoping she would say yes. She took a little longer to text back than what she previously has, it was making me think she wasn’t going to even text back. I sighed, running my hands through my hair. Why did I suggest what I did? Now I think I have scared her away. I went to put my phone aside, as I was about to do this it started ringing, Amaya’s name coming up on the screen. I instantly smiled, answering it quickly.
“Hi…” she said happily
“Hello again. I thought I had scared you away when I suggested we talk.” I laughed
“I was going to say no but changed my mind.” She said softly
“I am glad you never.” I said “Are you still mad at me for lying to you?” I added
“I was for most of the day…not as much now because I enjoyed our time together.” she said
“I did too. I hope this doesn’t affect things for us…the Professor/Student side of things. I want you to do well in all your classes.” I said
“I am hoping it doesn’t but don’t worry I will make sure I do well with classes…promise.” She said softly
I was hoping that was true because I don’t want us spending time together affecting her education, I would never forgive myself for that.
“I am glad to hear that.” I said
Amaya and I chatted for over an hour, talking the same way we were that first day we met, both forgetting about what was going on. I never wanted to hang up but it was getting late and I knew we were both up early tomorrow.
“As much as I am enjoying talking to you, I think we both need to go to sleep, don’t wanna fall asleep in class now do I?” She giggled
“I know…I have enjoyed talking to you too.” I said
“Goodnight Joe, I will see you tomorrow.” She said yawning
“Goodnight beautiful…” I said before realising what I was actually saying “Um…sorry I mean goodnight Amaya, see you tomorrow.” I added quickly
I can’t believe I just said that to her, that was so inappropriate but the words came out before I could stop them. I hear her giggle on the other end of the phone, glad she never took it badly me saying that. I found myself letting out a small chuckle when I heard it.
“Goodnight handsome.” She said hanging up before I could say anything else
Handsome? So she was attracted to me too then? I think this is going to be harder being around more than I thought. s**t! I could be in trouble.
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