BARE SOULS: A STEAMY TEACHER/STUDENT ROMANCE

CHAPTER 55 | ZANE

I could have let it slide and just moved forward. I could have just avoided her and pretended all that shit never happened. But who was I trying to lie to? How would I ever be able to go back to my routine and ignore what happened? I wish it was that easy.

What made it more difficult was the fact that I was her professor and that meant interacting with her on a daily basis until she graduated, so naturally, I had to have a conversation with her.

Believe it or not, I recall that day as one of the most uncomfortable moment in my life. While waiting for the kids to sit in the room, I was getting nervous at everyone of them passing the door, deep down wishing she wouldn't come, but I knew it wouldn't change a thing and doing so would just lower her grades and I would still feel nervous on the next day.

Her eyes met mines for a split second before she looked away, taking me by surprise and I watched her calmly walking to her usual sit without any embarrassment showing on her face. I who thought she was going to turn purple when she would see me was completely wrong. In the end, she just seemed like she didn't care and acted like she didn't throw a massive bomb in my life the day before.

I tried to avoid looking at her as much as I could and act like the responsible adult teacher I was so I tried to focus on work to forget she was there even if she was the only thing I could think of. Anyway, I knew I needed to have a good talk with her but I couldn't figure how I was going to approach her without making her run away. Harper Miles was a fierce person and from my what my brother told me, I probably hurt her pride enough for her to hate my guts for the rest of her life.

In a way, I was hoping she would be the first one to leave so I wouldn't have to talk about what happened, but I low-key still wished she would stay to initiate the conversation and listen to my selfish requests while understanding that she needed to avoid me like a serious disease. But when I saw her packing up at the speed of light  I realized that she was opting for the first option and, unsatisfied with the thought of her trying to avoid me, I felt like had to step up before it got even more awkward.

So I asked her to stay for a bit but she never answered. She looked empty of emotion and I started to wonder if she was not sick or something.

But before I could add anything, that Levyn jerk asked to talk to her in private, which she accepted right away with a sparkle in her eyes I could not ignore, like she would do that just to get back at me for what I done. So that was her game then? Fucking the first asshole who was a little nice to her as a payback to what I did? Maybe Rick was right then. Maybe that notebook was just the bullshit of a teen who would jump from one dick to the other just because she doesn't know any better... So the hell with her and her contradictions. The fuck with me and that obsession with her that I couldn't even explain myself. When I was trying so hard to explain myself and make things right, she obviously didn't need to talk anyway anf I guess she just made it easier for both of us...

I finished grading copies and decided to head home, trying to forget about her, Levyn, and everything I should have never bothered with to begin with. While walking through the parking, I noticed that her car was still there, which meant she had not left yet and I immediately jumped to the conclusion that she was still with Levyn. That sole spark of thought ignited many questions in me and I started wondering where that jerk took her to talk... and what would they talk about for so long, since it had already been an hour...

He took her somewhere where he made sure they wouldn't be bothered by anybody. He would tell her he wants her and she would naively fall for it, looking at him with sparkly eyes as if him revealing his way too obvious feelings was all she had been wanting to hear. She would let him approach her, he would wrapped his fucking hands around her waist and whisperer to her how beautiful she is, and she would stupidly smile like a flattered idiot. He would caress her cheeks and slowly bring his face closer until his lips touch hers and she would moan to his kiss before sensually kissing him back while softly biting his lower lip, which would drive him crazy. He would look straight into her eyes and would then tell her what he had never been able to tell her when it was already so obvious and simple.. that he was falling for her... hard.