What Have I Done and What Am I Going to Do Now? (A teacher/student mishap)

Chapter 16: The Clinic

Big surprise revealed... ENJOY =D

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Recap chap 15:

"So says the guy who isn't in love his wife." I stated quietly and finally found the strength to pull away from him. The separation left my body feeling cold and my heart shredding to pieces.

"Exactly." Fenix smiled sadly and turned without another word.

Would this little exchange change anything between us? Somehow, I doubted that it would have. He would go back to being cold toward me and treating me badly. I knew that was the only solution to this situation we were in. He had to distance himself from me, and I from him. The only problem was, that I wasn't sure that it was what I truly wanted.

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Chapter 16: The Clinic

I awoke in the morning feeling somewhat tired and slightly more aggravated than usual. This whole situation with Rivers was maddening. One day he talked to me and kissed me in the hallway of my apartment and the next he was back to his old self. He didn't have to act like such a prick because we slept together a month and a half ago. He didn't have to avoid me, and he didn't have to push me away.

Yes, it was for the best, considering the Soren situation, among others, but I couldn't help but feel like he blamed me for everything. We're both adults, it didn't have to be this way. We could have been friends.

Sure, he was my professor, but we didn't know that at the time so, he really can't blame either one of us. However, he did know he was married, which is entirely his fault. He didn't need to avoid me at times and act like he didn't remember what we shared when I knew damn well that he did by the way he looked at me from time to time and called me by that name. For someone who is an adult and a professor, he acts like an immature dick!

There is no reason for him to single me out and make an example out of me or cause me unnecessary embarrassment in front of my classmates. That is just cruel, not to mention juvenile. He doesn't have to treat me like I have the plague, he could be civil. After all, I treat him with civility and respect, albeit begrudgingly, at least to his face anyway.

I thought I liked him, but maybe it was stronger than that. I thought we had an understanding that it wasn't safe or right to continue to be whatever it was that we were. He hurt me more by treating me like I was no one, less than no one. Yet he told me 2 weeks ago that I meant something to him and last week it almost sounded like he was telling me he had feelings for me, maybe even loved me, but not in so many words.

But after that, he was back to treating me poorly again. I honestly think I hated him more than I liked him at this point in time, which is kind of scary, considering that I liked him an awful lot, more than I should and much more than was good for me.

I heard a few thuds on my door and I yelled for my visitor to enter. Nash came strolling in, dressed casually in dark jeans that fit him nicely and a tight fitting black tee-shirt. He looked sexy as ever.

He strode up to my bed and jumped on it, pulling the covers off me completely. The coolness of the room hit me and I shivered. I groaned at the thought of getting up and out of bed. Perhaps I was a little more tired than I had thought.