The Chaos of a Broken Soul ( Mature Version)

Chapter Six

Leonore dreaded walking into class, she had taken the week off school to recover from her panic attack. She stood outside the classroom deciding if she wanted to go in, but she didn't want to screw up her plans because of one professor. Leonore wanted to get her doctorate in psychology and if she stayed on track, she could be finished in eight years. She had worked hard to get here, and Leonore couldn't let that damned woman ruin it. Leonore entered the room and took her seat, she avoided looking at her, though she could feel her eyes on her. She looked up and glared at her, challenging the professor. Confusion and sadness washed over her face, she got up and turned her back to Leonore. She sighed heavily and her shoulders slumped, her voice momentarily cracked before gaining her professionalism back. This made Leonore regret treating her badly, the urge to vomit overwhelmed her and she had to run to the bathroom. Leonore barely made it to the toilet before she threw up and when nothing else came up, she slumped to the floor. Leonore didn't understand why this woman had such an effect on her. She haunted Leonore day and night, that she was hardly sleeping and even her dreams had been tormenting her. The memory of her hand stroking her face and touching her thighs, brought butterflies to her stomach and a smile to her face. Her voice was music to her ears and calmed her, there was also something else that Leonore couldn't put her finger on. A feeling that she hadn't felt with anyone other than Kathy and she didn't understand why she felt it with the professor. But with her they were more intense, and it scared the crap out of her.

"Are you ok?" She asked, looking at her and keeping her distance.

"Yeah." Leonore answered, getting up from the floor and washing her mouth out.

"Why do you hate me?" She asked, wanting to know why Leonore was hostile towards her.

"Because I hate the way you make me feel as it's wrong and I can't deal with it. It's wrong and I don't want to feel like this." Leonore answered, feeling she owed her the truth.

"How do I make you feel?" She asked, already knowing the truth as she was feeling it too.

Leonore had no words and wanted nothing more than to press her against the wall and kiss her passionately, claiming her for herself as that would be the simplest way of telling her. But she fought the urge and pushed it out of her head with utter disgust at herself.

"Look unfortunately we don't have a choice in being around each other as I can't swap classes. So, let's pretend we don't exist to each other and respect professional boundaries. No more longing stares or anything that crosses those boundaries. Just leave me the fuck alone." Leonore answered, her voice cold as ice and walked out of the bathroom.

The professor stood there in shock and anger, it took all her strength not to slam Leonore against the wall and kiss her. Though it was clear that Leonore wanted her as much as she wanted her and felt things for her. The professor growled in frustration as Leonore had been haunting her as she was haunting Leonore and casual sex wasn't doing it for her, she wanted Leonore and only her. She was in love with the damned girl, and she wasn't going to make it easy for her, rather being alone then being loved. The professor would have to think of a way to entice Leonore and she needs proof to challenge her belief system, then getting her mad about the injustice of it. Oh, she knew what Leonore needed as they were very much alike, and she would be more open to her seduction. If she wasn't an atheist already, she would be cursing her for being so cruel and knew it was going to take a miracle to get her. She splashed her face and returned to the classroom.

"Are you ok?" Caro asked, when she sat back down next to her.

"Yeah, must be a stomach bug." Leonore said, lying to her.