A young student ( Simone Marie) finds herself in a tough spot when she meets young Professor Mcdowell. She has to push internal feelings aside in order to focus and stay strong for herself while she struggles in her personal life.
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:1 week later:
I sat at the desk closest to the window, waiting for Professor Mcdowell to start talking to us about the tutoring. He was sitting at his desk while his eyes gazed over some files his boss dropped off right before our meeting. The other girls were gushing over him and giggling. Everyone knew he was filthy rich, so all the women were throwing themselves at him endlessly. He never really paid any mind.
I looked out the window and noticed Reece talking to some girl. He touched her arm so soft, almost the way he used to be with me. She smiled and touched his hair as he reached for her hand to walk away. I felt a tear sneaking up and pulled my hands to my face to hide it. My chest was hot from wanting to cry. I hated feeling like this. I'm not even upset about the cheating. I just crave to be loved like that again. I pulled out my phone and texted him immediately and said "hope she gets treated better" and blocked him before he could respond. I looked up with red eyes from holding back my tears and saw Professor look over. I looked away and sat my phone down. He cleared his throat and looked at the rest of the students and began talking. " So, you all had the best grades and I feel you would fit very well for my tutoring program" he then passed out papers to students with assignments designed for the students they would help. "I.. I did not get one" I said looking at the girls. They hated the fact he even cared to respond to me. "Because you will be personally working with me as my class assistant" he said giving a slight smile. The girls in the room all shifted in their chairs uncomfortably. Everyone really liked him because he was so close to our age, so they felt as if they had a chance. For him to only be twent nine, he is very mature and calm.
A few hours went by and the meeting was over and I was gathering my things when he came up to my desk. Almost hovering over me. "I need to ask you something.." he said looking at me. I felt like my breathing stopped. "yes..." I said softly. "Does he hit you" he asked looking down at me. My breathing actually did stop this time. I looked down and felt my heart burst. "I... why?" was all that could come out. " I want to make sure you are okay" he spoke in his accent. I inhaled and spoke so soft that he had to lean in to hear. "yes.." I said looking at my hands. He reached for my arms and grabbed them. I jumped from fear and he looked at me out of concern and said "I won't harm you" I eased my body and he pulled my sleeves to see some bruising. I looked at him as he examined my arms. He slowly slid my sleeves back down and shook his head. "He has no right" he spoke. "We broke up" I said crossing my arms. " It will stay that way" he said. I looked confused. "Professor.." I said. He looked at me and stared. "Why do you care?" I asked looking at him. " I lost my sister to an abusive man.." he said clenching his jaw.
Before I could speak, Reece walked in. "so you think you can just fucking break up over text?" he said walking by Professor. Before I could react Professor put his arm up to stop Reece. " no" was all he said. Reece looked at him then me. "Oh so you are fucking him hmm?" he asked. Professor laughed. "what?" Reece said angry. "You can never get fucked the way I fuck you!" he yelled. "that is probably a good thing" Professor said smirking. "If I see you near her again I will personally kick your ass".
Reece stared at me and then hesitated to look at Professor. He scoffed and walked out the room. "I will get you back" he said before walking down the hall. My eyes turned red and I looked out the window to see if he was leaving. "Are you alright?" Professor asked. "Yes, thank you. You do not need to be involved you know? You are my teacher and it is just odd that you even be in this situation. He is not a bad guy he just, he just has some issues" I said biting my lower lip. "I know, I am your teacher, and some teachers do not care about their students, I do. From this point forward I will help in any way I can." He smiled and hugged me. I lightly smiled and grabbed my belongings. "Thank you Professor" I said. He grabbed my hand and said "Please just call me Joseph". I smiled and walked out the classroom.
The feelings I am experiencing should not be happening.
