𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 → 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

25. favourite professor

monday,
november 1st, 2020

EZRA GREYSTONE

I swear I could've slept for hours longer if it weren't for my phone relentlessly buzzing on my pillow beside my head. I groan, blindly tapping the screen because my sleepy mind believes it's my alarm.

But when I reluctantly open my eyes and see that there isn't a slither of sunlight peeking through my blinds, I realise that it's still night time. I hurriedly check my phone.

From: Luke:
  Are you okay? Alive???

From: Luke:
  Answer me, Ezra.

From: Luke:
  Pretty girl, tell me you're safe

I blink multiple times, wondering why the hell my professor is asking me if I'm alright at 4am. I recall the events of the night and proceed to realise that I passed out in my clothes and makeup, on top of my duvet rather than under it, the second I got into my room.

I clear my throat, feeling how dry it is and I'm desperate for a tall glass of water.

To: Luke:
  I was okay until you woke me up

To: Luke:
  How am I hungover after only 2 hours?

I groan, stumbling out of my bed and over to my desk where I flick on my lamp. Tinted lamplight fills the small room and I squint at the sudden brightness. I desperately open my tiny fridge, pulling a two litre bottle of water from the shelf and downing at least a third of it.

My phone buzzes from my bed again.

From: Luke:
  Do you enjoy worrying me?

I giggle even in my fucked up, messy condition.

To: Luke:
  Do you enjoy disrupting my lovely sleep?

Once my throat is sufficiently saturated, I make my way to the bathroom. I grimace when I realise I never brushed my teeth before bed. I can barely remember getting in here alone. How'd I manage that? I brush my teeth and remove my makeup before moisturising lazily. I use the toilet before stripping off my clothes and tossing them into my wash basket. I flick off the bathroom light and grab an oversized t-shirt from the drawer below my bed.

I check my phone, smiling tiredly at the name that occupies my screen.

From: Luke:
  Lose the attitude, princess.

From: Luke:
  And go back to sleep

I roll my eyes with a half smirk, tugging my shirt over my head, switching off my lamp and crawling back into bed.

To: Luke:
  Yes, sir

I bite my lip nervously, scolding myself for being so bold towards Luke.

From: Luke:
  Ezra.

To: Luke:
  Luke :)

From: Luke:
  Goodnight, sweet girl

Unwillingly, my heart flutters and I exhale deeply, switching off my phone and tossing it aside. I lay flat on my back, giddy as I think of the pretty blonde. My palms land on my cheeks as I shake my head in embarrassment.

It's all so wrong.

And I fucking love it.

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