Let Me Adore You (N.H.)

14

"You're dismissed. See you next week."

I didn't look at my professor when he bid goodbye to our class and collecting his things.

But I couldn't pretend I didn't hear him when he called my last name while I signed the attendance sheet that was directly in front of his desk.

"Do you have a second?" It sounded like a normal question but definitely wasn't. It was a command, something I had to do.

This man surely liked risks, testing out his limits. He could've just told me to see him in his office. Anytime next week. Right, I wouldn't have come. And he knew it, that was the reason he forced me to come today.

Originally I didn't want to come at all, just staying in my room and provoking him a little more, starring at the walls. Like I did Tuesday. I skipped the lecture with Dr. Reid. Partly because I couldn't stand the everlasting smile at that moment, after I had a little discussion with Dr. Horan. I knew it wasn't fair or mature but it wasn't entirely my fault I was so angry. And I still didn't have a clue how but Mr. Horan found out I didn't attend the lecture. It wasn't a surprise to me, he was a bit weird and sometimes I couldn't estimate what he was going to do next. Maybe he watched me or something like that. Checking if I went to my lectures and was a good student could be in that range. 

My plan was to leave him alone for a few days what appeared to be a tough challenge to me. More then once my fingers lingered over the Mail app on my phone and when I almost did it, he beat me to it. Thursday morning he ha send it. Faster than I expected it. And not as nice as I expected it.

He told me I should quit my childish behaviour and skipping lectures, that he knew I wasn't there on Tuesday in Dr. Reid's class. And that there would be consequences if I didn't show up today. Funnily I didn't even have classes on Wednesdays so he didn't have to be that aggressive, thinking I stopped coming to classes completely. But I didn't answer or corrected him. And I found the situation weirdly funny. What consequences? Would he spank me, bend me over his knees? I hardly doubt it, I wasn't into bdsm. 

The word "consequences" sounded intriguing to me and I was close to resist and stay in my dorm room, but I was so bored without him, that I decided to come. Exactly fifteen minutes late but I came.

It was pleasing to see his reaction shift from anger about me being late and disturbing his monologue, to being happy I showed up. Some people wouldn't have called it happiness, that soft expression in his face and his relaxed shoulders. To me it was enough. There was nothing more I wanted to do now than to follow Noah and the others outside. I showed up, did my part, now I could go back and crawl into my bed. But I didn't go. I stayed, not answering, watching my fellow students to swarm out of this room, glad they survived another week.

If he was going to make this about me and about how I offended him, I was out of here in less then four seconds.

"Let's talk in the hallway."

I rolled my eyes, followed him nonetheless. He just huffed while taking his coat and bag with him, didn't say a word about me being annoyed. He learned quickly.

We should yell at each other often.

The hallway was empty I understood why he decided against talking in the classroom. We would be able to see better if someone was coming from in our direction.

"You don't have to give me the cold shoulder, I know it was my mistake."

I thought Professors and high educated people were good talkers. Mr. Horan didn't set a good example right now. I diverted my gaze from the caretaker at the end of the hallway and looked at  Niall.