Ever since classes have started at Dalia's college, at a university in D.C., she's had a crush in her Criminal Justice professor, Emily Prentiss. Find out what happens when Dalia is asked to stay after class when she's caught sleeping in Emily's cla...
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"Ms. Hensly," I hear a soft voice. I shift in my seat, wanting the dream I was having about my Criminal Justice professor to continue. She's gorgeous, her raven color hair falls past her shoulders, and her eyes are the same color as dark chocolate. Absolutely stunning. Chocolate, I love chocolate.
"Dalia," the familiar voice whispers, this time closer to my ear. "Wake up Dalia."
Finally realizing where I am, my head snaps up. "Oh no," I gasp. I squint, looking up at Professor Prentiss, my Criminal Justice professor. "I- I, I'm so sorry." Sitting in the front row really has its perks, doesn't it.
She crosses her arms and I glance down, the red blouse she's wearing is cut just low enough to show off her cleavage. "Please see me after class."
I nod and tilt my head down to stare at my notes, I can feel the pink spread across my cheeks. I really hope she didn't see me gawking at her tiddies.
She walks back to the front of the classroom, her boots clicking on the tile. "Your exam is going to be 2 weeks from today. I suggest you start studying," she says, glancing around the room. Her eyes linger on you, looking you up and down before continuing, "I'm going to give all of you a packet of everything that's going to be on the exam. I thought that we could end class a little early today, so you're all dismissed."
I watch people begin to pack up their books, while I pull out my phone to text, JJ, I'll be late for our lunch with Penelope. 'hey, i was caught sleeping in class and my prof wants to me to stay after so i might be a lil late'
JJ and I have been friends and roommates since freshman year, each year going by and we became closer and closer. She's the person who introduced me to her friend, Penelope, that first year. And ever since, the 3 of us have been inseparable.
I stick my phone back in my pocket when I notice everyone has already left. Looking up to the front of the classroom, I see Professor Prentiss sitting at her desk staring at me. I instantly feel my cheeks turn a shade of pink as I stand to walk over to her.
"So, you wanted to talk to me, Professor," I say, sitting in the wood chair next to the desk. Crossing my legs, I tuck a piece of my straight, strawberry blonde hair behind my ear. I've had a crush on my professor since the first day of class, and ever since then, she's been a person I can't seem to get out of my head, especially in my dreams. Good lord. Don't you just love it when women.
"Yes, and please call me Emily," she voices, putting a few papers into a green folder. "You're usually very present in my class. Is everything okay?"
I smile, "Yeah, everything is fine, it's just my insomnia. I've slept, maybe, 4 hours in total this week."
She leans back in her chair and raises her thin eyebrows in shock.
I nod my head and laugh, "Yeah, I know. Nothing I do helps: white noise, relaxing music, gummies. You name it, I've tried it, but there's just something about the sound of your voice. It's so relaxing, and if I didn't put my head down, I definitely would have fallen out of my seat."
