2. This Guy
1147 Words
Emma POV
Today is my first day of work at Forks University. I'm nervous because it's been too long since I've worked. I have to look competent, right? I'm working because of Barak's recommendation, but of course I got hired here because I went through some selection.
"Emma Wilson." A gray-haired man greeted me with a smile. He was wearing an expensive suit. I recognized the brand on the suit. The same one my ex-husband wore. "I'm Steven Hudson. I teach statistics," he said.
I welcomed his hand with a big smile. I had to be confident so that no one would underestimate me.
"Nice to meet you, Professor Hudson. I hope we can be good colleagues," I said confidently.
"Colleagues?" Professor Hudson winked at me. "I'd rather we had more of a relationship than that."
I laughed at Professor Hudson's words. I hope he's joking because I'm not interested in a relationship with anyone right now.
"Where can I get my schedule?" I asked Professor Hudson.
Professor Hudson handed me a paper. I get the teaching schedule that I need to work on. Fortunately, I don't have too many classes today. Actually, I haven't finished organizing my place. I want to buy some furniture for the house I live in.
"Oh, my God!" I was really surprised when I saw that I had to teach now. The time is less than five minutes. I have to go to class right now."
Professor Hudson chuckled. It seemed like he was doing that to me on purpose. Did he want to prank me by giving me the schedule at such an early hour?
I quickly grabbed the books that were on the table that had been prepared for me, and then I went to the classroom where I had to teach.
A few students seemed to pass by the door. They ignored me. Maybe because they didn't know that I was a new lecturer who would be teaching algebra.
When I passed through the door, I was whistled at by some male students. I tried to ignore them even though it was very annoying for me.
I stood in front of the class as I placed my books on the lecturer's desk. Some students were questioning me. Some were busy with themselves, but most were surprised to see me standing near the lecturer's desk.
"Who are you?" A black-haired woman immediately asked me. She was beautiful, her eyes were ocean blue, and her outfit was very attractive.
"I'm the new lecturer who will be teaching algebra. My name is Emma Wilson. You can call me Miss Wilson," I said.
Some of them were surprised. Some chuckled mockingly. Others were paying attention to me.
"You're too young to be a lecturer," the woman said.
"What's your name, Beautiful?" I asked. "You should at least introduce your name if you want to criticize me."
The students laughed. They must have been amused that I made the beautiful woman a little upset.
"I am Gwen Stewart. My dad is one of the donors at this university."
I smiled after hearing the girl's introduction. Apparently, she was a rich child, and she wanted to show me her power. Unfortunately, I wasn't interested in hearing her arrogance.
"Okay. Do you mind if I teach here? I'm thirty-five years old, and I have a master's degree in math from Harvard. Don't you think I deserve to be a lecturer?"
The whole class was in an uproar. I'm being persecuted right now, but I won't give up. I must be able to control the class. I'm the lecturer. I have to be their leader, right?
"I'm not questioning your diploma, Miss Wilson. I just found you too young." Gwen replied with embarrassment. She then sat back in the chair. But I feel she doesn't like me.
I sighed. I'd better focus on this class.
"Alright, let's start today's lesson. I will explain about coefficients, variables, and constants. If you have the same book as I do. You can open it on page fifteen."
I quickly set up the book I was using to teach near the projector so that the students could follow what I was going to explain.
I'm sure I tried to be nice and not push them, but they seemed to ignore me. I explained in front of the class, but they seemed to think I didn't exist.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps from outside the classroom. The classroom door was opened. I, who was busy explaining, turned my head. Suddenly, my heart seemed to stop beating because I saw a figure I didn't want to meet this soon. Nathan Smith. The boy was caught pleasuring himself in his room, and I saw him clearly.
Nathan walked towards me. I don't know if this is my feeling. It's like he wants to see me. I looked at my students. None of them spoke. They were all staring at Nathan.
"Sorry. I'm late," Nathan said. His words were short, and he didn't even show any sympathy for me. Was he the type of young man who had no respect for others? I was his lecturer, and he was already late for my class.
For a moment, I couldn't control myself. I'm pretty sure he saw me in the room. He knew who I was. I mean, he knew that I was the neighbor who watched him masturbate.
"I don't like students who are late. It shows an irresponsible attitude," I quickly conditioned myself as a lecturer. I had to be authoritative in front of my students. "But since I just started teaching, then I'll give you an exception. Sit down."
Without saying much, Nathan went over and sat at the very back. He looked at me. He didn't blink and continued to stare at me. How is this? I can't focus. Nathan's eyes looked like he was stalking me. He didn't say anything. But I have to focus. I tried to ignore his gaze. He seemed to want to kill me.
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After class today, I'm going to the furniture store to buy some things. I'm going in my car that my ex-husband's grandfather gave me ten years ago when we were just married. I took good care of it so that I can still use it.
As I was about to leave, there was a sudden knock on my car door from outside. I looked out and was surprised when it was Nathan who knocked on my car door.
I lowered the windshield to see what Nathan wanted. When the windshield was open, Nathan spontaneously opened the car through the crack in the window, and he just walked into my car.
"Hey!" I tried to be polite and maintain my dignity, but I was actually surprised by this young man's attitude. "What's up, Dude?"
"You're the new neighbor, right? Take me home.”
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