Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 102 - Breaking a Fake Nose

Sebastian drives us to the Mystery Spell University in silence. I cannot read what's up in his mind while he holds a serious expression.

"Is he still thinking that I will accept his suggestion to attend an anonymous meeting for addicted people? Is he still thinking that I'll call a help hotline eventually? Or is he thinking of my request to hug the wolf while I was in a panic attack? I know he wasn't happy with my request... Is he jealous of his own wolf?"

I raised an eyebrow pensively. Then, I furrow my brows as my mood starts to swing again, between the good mood of the many morning orgasms that Sebastian provided me and my foul mood because of the withdraw from the overdose of Ecstasy.

As soon as Sebastian parks his 'discreet' orange 4x4 off-road car on the Campus' parking lot, he glances around to ensure no one is around. Then, he leans against me, putting both of his hands beside my head, caging me between his muscular body and the car seat. His fierce amber eyes meet my gray-blue ones, then he stares at my lips and kisses me without warning. The kiss is full of passion, desire... It's a demanding kiss that makes me soak and dripping between my legs. After our tongues intertwine for a while, he lets go of me, gives me a pointed look, and says in a stern tone of voice while still panting.

Sebastian: Be good and behave.

I'm wondering if these two things belong to my dictionary. However, I have promised myself that I would be a good girl in the meantime, to make up for disappointing him in the worst way possible, as I know very well how he despises all types of drugs, legal and illegal. I hope I can comply. I can't cope with seeing him sad with me again. It makes me feel a complete failure. It makes me feel as if I'm a loser.

Sebastian frees me from my seatbelt, and I open the door to head to the cafeteria while he heads to the teachers' room. Although Sebastian wants to declare to the universe that we're a couple, we cannot be seen together. However, it wouldn't suit correct, as he's my Professor and I'm his student, even with our age gap being around only 4 years, but Mystery Spell University has rules and that we should follow them.

***

I'm standing in front of the vending machine, waiting for it to prepare my black coffee without sugar, as it's supposed to be: sour. Maybe my black booster is less tart than my mood today. I really am low and depressed. The orgasms' aftermath is wearing up, and only the bad feelings from the drug withdrawal are in my system right now.

I get my cup and head to one of the tables next to the vending machine, as, sure-fire, I'll get more a couple of cups before my first class, Myths & Legends, with my lover. Sebastian cannot see me in this low-spirit state, or he'll worry about my well-being. I cannot overwhelm him right now. He has already lost hours of sleeping while I was having fever as my body was reacting and rejecting to the drug, and last night too, while I had a panic attack.

While I'm lost thinking of nothing, staring blankly at nowhere, feeling utterly miserable, Sarah pops up and sits in front of me with her good solar mood of always, that I hate with all my strength. How can someone be so happy so early in the morning? It's so fucking creepy!

Sarah: Good morning, Khawla! How was your weekend?

I blink a couple of times, coming back to reality.

Khawla: Morning...

I mumble grumpily, and Sarah answers me mockingly.

Sarah: It seems someone doesn't like Mondays.

Sarah burst into laughter. I want to strangle her, as everything I want is to be left alone and wallow in the mire.

Khawla: I don't like mornings.