Consensual

1. Evelyn

Evelyn

I wake up with a thud in my room. I struggle to open my eyes and see my cat mewing at me. The plank was down on the floor. He could've tossed the plank.  This brings back memories of the first time I found him in the alley. He was looking for food in the trash. That evening, as I was walking down the alley, I heard a thud from the trash pile and witnessed smoke from the scorched waste. A little kitten crawls out of the pile, mewing as he did now. This is how I named him Smokey. I instinctively smile at the image in my mind.

I open my eyes widely and see my room's blinds letting in slivers of sunlight. I reluctantly get myself out of bed. I briefly halt on my way to take a shower so that I may have a peek at myself in the mirror. There's no sign of eagerness on my face. I appear as repulsive as a lifeless rat.
I can't afford to spend all of my time fussing over my appearance. As a result, I rushed to get ready for college. This will be my final year of college before graduating with a degree in English literature. It's not that I'm uninterested in what I'm learning. It's just that I was quite fascinated at the beginning of the course. However, at the end of the previous academic year, my enthusiasm started to decline owing to very reasonable concerns about my professor.

He spent the entire time bragging about himself. He used to tell us about the bizarre activities he used to do in college. Regardless, he's a decent man. But what else could you expect from the elderly gentleman? He is, after all, in his late fifties. His excitement for reminiscing fails to filter into his teaching. As a result, the majority of the students grew frustrated with him and the subject.

He spends the majority of his time remembering his late wife. He adored her throughout her life. It's too unfortunate that he wasn't able to talk to her in the last moments of her life. Everyone knows everything about his life because he has always been an open book. I hope for someone who will love me as much as I love myself. I'd be grateful if I could find one.

Ugh! I'm running late for the very first day of college. I wear an off-shoulder top with pants and detangle my long hair into a high ponytail. I rush down the hallway to witness Dad preparing breakfast. I walk up to him quickly.

"Good morning, Eva," Dad said while beaming at me.

"Good morning, Dad. I'm running late to college. "Would you mind dropping me off at college on your way?" I asked him instantly.

"Sure, my girl." Dad turned to face me.

Third-person POV

The alarm rings just as deafeningly as the fire alarm. Trevor wakes up with a thunderous sound in his eardrums. He couldn't figure out why he was having the same dream over and over. The little girl in his dream seemed so familiar to him. He was curious, and this was the last straw of patience for him. At this point, he was desperate to discover the meaning of his dream.

Perhaps he could visit his psychologist. He changes his thoughts as quickly as the idea occurs to him. He almost went on a date with her the last time he saw the psychologist. Agatha Williams is the only daughter of a man who has been the closest companion to his father for a long time. This drove Trevor's father to always push his only son into the arms of the most eligible woman for a man and the family. She is a truly beautiful person on the inside and out. It's not like Trevor didn't find her attractive enough. It's simply that he wasn't interested in dating any woman at the time, and he had a feeling that something was off with Agatha.

He believed that no one could be both smart and flawless at the same time. She was unquestionably perfect, from achieving in her line of work to treating people with the utmost gentleness. He wasn't all that interested in her, though. It made little to no impact on him.

Agatha has had an infatuation with Trevor since the first time she ran into him in high school. Trevor had always been the most popular guy in school, which piqued her fascination. She'd see all of her friends admiring him. Agatha avoided approaching him because she didn't want him to dismiss her like he did her friends. She didn't want to be like the other girls. She desired his undivided attention and something more than just dating. It's almost as if she's been in love with him for a long time.

Trevor disliked having people engaged in his life. His stepmother, in particular, was quite curious about his business. It used to frustrate him till the very end, when his father and wife attempted to persuade him to become successful. To them, the only way to be successful is to be a businessman rather than an educator at the university. Even if it was a prestigious university. He always believed he wasn't cut out for business. He was good at teaching and had more opportunities in this area of expertise.

When he finishes showering, his train of thought is broken. He steps out of the bathroom and makes his way to his closet. He puts on a crisp white button-down shirt and black trousers. He is beginning a fresh start at Concordia University. He previously worked as a researcher and lecturer in English literature at the University of San Diego. He relocated to this university to take care of his sister and his deceased mother's home. Even though the house was quite old and unusually large for two people, he was relieved to be there.

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