Consensual

2. Impassive Him

Evelyn

I hurriedly got out of the car and waved back to my father. I spotted Amara as I headed towards college. She rushed over to me when I yelled her name. We both rushed through the halls to get to the class on time. As we entered, we realized that the majority of the students were thrilled about the new professor. Anna said that he was too hot and young to be a professor. As we get seated, a man enters the room wearing a white button-down shirt and black pants. He is irresistibly attractive. Now it makes sense why all the girls in college were pleased with him.

"All right, class. Before we begin, I'd like to introduce myself. Trevor Carson is my full name. You can address me as Mr. Carson. I am 28 years old. This year, I'll be teaching English literature." He stated it monotonously.

No one dared to raise further questions as he began to teach.  As he was speaking, the depths of his dark eyes captivated me. The brownish hues in his eyes were quite evident due to the sunlight hitting his face. I couldn't think about what he'd been teaching. I started paying close attention to him. He never flashed a smile. His expressions were cold. But he was quite intuitive. His lips are of the perfect size and shape. It was exactly what I desired. He was muscular and appealing. His tie was now loose, exposing the skin on his chest. The sleeves were folded up to his forearms, revealing his athletic build.

I was so mesmerized by him that I forgot I was in class and he was the professor. I decided to concentrate on what he had been saying, and my heart skipped a beat as I noticed him directly looking at me. He was quite aware that I had been staring at him. This is awful. I've never done something like this before. But can you blame me when he looks like that? His gaze then shifts to the seat next to mine.

"Miss Carson, are you willing to attend my class or not?" He asked firmly. Amara straightened up and looked at him.

" I apologize for not being more attentive, sir. "I was checking on my mother to let her know about something important," Amara explained as she shut the phone. He gave her one last glance before returning to his lecture.

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I've been in the cafeteria for fifteen minutes, waiting for Amara. I'm not sure where she's gone. Amara and I aren't particularly close. We had just bonded during the last semester. We developed a bond as soon as we started talking to each other. Maybe this year we'll get closer, as she would make an amazing friend.

She enters the cafeteria, panting, and walks over to me. "I don't believe my brother didn't care to inform me about his arrival and straight up became a professor at the university I study." She said this as she took a seat near the table.

Who's her brother?

I began to think, and then I felt absurd for failing to acknowledge it. He might be her brother. He is, in fact, her brother. Amara Carson is her name.

"Is he for real? And he yelled out your name while teaching because you weren't paying attention. This is hilarious." I exclaimed, laughing.

"Yes, he's a piece of work." He's very serious about paying attention in class. He ran into me a while ago and warned me about my uneven attention in class," Amara sighed. I turn to face the cafeteria's door, chuckling at Amara. Brian walks in with his friends, smiling widely at Amara. Amara scowls at him and turns to face me.

Brian walks over to our table, grabs a coffee, and takes a seat next to Amara.

"Evelyn, I wish your friend smiled at me the way you do." So gracious and pleasant." Brian said, gazing over at Amara, who was engrossed in her phone.

"Brian, aren't you exaggerating?" Rolling my eyes, I said. He simply grins and grabs Amara's phone. This annoyed Amara even more.

"I'm warning you, Brian. I'm going to punch your pretty little face if you don't return my phone." Amara was irritated. He slips her phone into his pocket.

"Take it, pretty face," Brian challenged. She got up from her seat, pushing him much further into his seat, and sat on his lap, straddling him. She shoves her left hand against his chest, slides her hand into his pant pocket, and pulls out her phone. She jumped from his lap and adjusted her dress. Brian appears astounded by her act and unable to fathom what has just occurred. I burst out laughing.

"I know you wanted to kiss me," Brian smirked as he walked away from our table. Amara responded, "You wish." Jerk. 

"If it hadn't been your phone, I thought you'd kiss him. He was taken aback for a few seconds, poor boy." I chuckle hysterically.

"He called me a tease unreasonably. "So why not act like a tease?" Amara grabbed the coffee from the table Brian had set up. I'm not sure what the issue is between them, and frankly, I'll never understand them both. The only thing I know is that Brian has been Amara's nemesis since high school. But I believe there's more to it. He appears to be obsessively attracted to her.

I noticed our professor standing alongside a car as we were leaving the college campus. He seems to be waiting for Amara. He advances and embraces his sister. I came to a halt as I noticed his widening eyes on me. Is there something wrong with my face? He takes a step back from his sister and apologizes for failing to inform her of his arrival. It was intended to be a surprise. Amara rolls her eyes at him and looks over at me.

"Her name is Evelyn. She's my friend." She's also in your class," Amara added as she introduced me to him. He nods slightly, acknowledging the information. I give him a formal smile so as not to appear odd.

"All right, let's go. "I'll drop you home on the way," Amara said.

"No, it's not a problem. I'm heading to the subway anyway." I replied, smiling awkwardly.

"No way. "I insist, let's go," Amara said, grabbing my hand. I glance over at the professor, who is impatiently awaiting my response.

"Alright," I said as I walked with her to the car.

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