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3: I know

(Stella's Prospective)

Photography fact quote:

Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst." – Henri Cartier-Bresson

I know I dress like a slut, and I may be one, I like how I pretend that I don't know men are checking me out. I may not be interested in dating, because I haven't met someone I click with. Also, I have been really into my career and studies to be a professional photographer. I don't dress to only get the guys looking at me. I dress like this to boost my confidence up and keep my mind positive. I have only kissed one person and went out with them, no sexual reactions, and not even a one-night stand after or before that relationship. Yes, as surprising as it sounds, I'm still a virgin at age 22, I don't mind that. It just proves everyone who calls me a whore is wrong. I may dress and act like one but officially I am not. Which makes me laugh. I don't care what people say. But what I do care about is when they push me to talk back at them, like Zion. He is the one person who I will not stand teasing me. I don't know why but his voice and how he looks at me just makes my spine curl and tingle.

I walked in class not late this time, but I may have been a little too loud as I talked with Scar and Cole about the project. "Hey, Stella, right? I'm Jay. I heard that you're wanting to work with National Geographic" The guy from yesterday, who helped me with my books, introduced himself.

" Oh yeah, thanks for yesterday, also yes I'm wanting to work with National Geographic do you want to be in our group? With Cole, Scar, and I?" I asked. Looking at Cole and Scar for their opinion. They respond with a nod, agreeing, that it was a good Idea to have him in our group.

" Really? Sweet, I'd love to join" He smiled.

" Sweet come sit with us," I said, smiling back at him. In the corner of my eye, I see professor Douche staring right at me, following every step I take. I don't know how to read him. His narrow eyes that follow me, I never could tell if he was like the other guys or not. I have no clue what that man thinks. He is nice to me at times, then turns into a bully, he makes fun of me then does kind gestures like yesterday, paying for my coffee and giving me a ride to class. During today's lecture I couldn't help but space out, thinking about yesterday, all of my embarrassing moments making me overthink. Right Infront of my worst enemy. But what's bothering me the most is that I can't stop thinking about Zion's actions and smell. I can't tell if I just have been single too long or I just want to get laid, maybe even both. Or worse, I actually find him, not a full-blooded monster because of yesterday. I keep recalling the smell of him when I fell into his arms, and when I was in his car. But seeing him speechless for the first time amused me the most.

I didn't even notice that the bell rang, when everyone left, Zion sneaked up behind me, whispering into my ear. "Oh, space cadet Princess. Wake up, the lecture is over" His deep voice made my head twitch, facing him. Our noses touched, both of our eyes relaxed, the tension we had felt like we definitely were about to kiss. He backs up and clears his throat. "Didn't mean to startle you" He slightly blushes. I smirk, ready to attack him with soft words.

"No worries, sir, my bad for spacing out, amazing lecture today". I say, getting up from my seat, fixing my short shorts, and putting my hair into a high ponytail. He nods his head, I spot him looking at my lips, and that's when I realize he's actually hot. Who knew? His eyes, so sharp it makes my body quiver, his voice when he whispers into my ear softly, makes me flinch, every note that comes out of his mouth. His masculine smell that makes me want to submit to him. The feeling of his breath on my ear and neck. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! I shake my head to get all the stupid thoughts of Zion out of my head. "I'm off Professor Miles" I say. What was I thinking, seducing my professor, what is wrong with you Stella? I think to myself.  Although he made the first move, lifting me up on the desk and trapping me in his arms. My eyes widened.

"No, you're not" he says, with his voice dropping. I'm screaming inside, I had no clue that was coming. "Finish your sentence, insult me god damn it. I know you were about to spit out something idiotic" he says as his breath kept touching the side of my neck. The side of his eyes were glaring at me as I looked into them.

"Don't you think this is a little too close, Sir?" I say touching his inner thigh, softly caressing it. This is so unprofessional, but lust is getting the best of both of us.

"I'm simply trying to put you in place" he says, grabbing my hand that was on his inner thigh.

"Do you do this to other students, to put them in their place? Either way you aren't doing a very good job, in putting me in mine" I smirk at him moving my other hand on his chest, as he still holds the other.

"Don't test me. I in fact don't do this to other students. Do you know why? Because they aren't brats like you" he says, grabbing the other hand and tightening his grip. His between my legs, giving me the opportunity to wrap them around his waist. I move closer to his face, touching our noses together once again, I smirk, and make eye contact with him.

"I know I'm a brat. And, NO, you don't test me" I laugh and tightly wrap my legs around his waist, I swing myself off the desk, and slide down his body, my feet quickly land on the floor. Shortly after he quickly pulls me in by my waist. "If I had a knife right now, I would stab you in the back, for that threat" I said, on my toes, touching our noses together for the last time and taking a step back.

"You're going to pay for your words and actions, Princess" He growls making eye contact. I smirk, leaving the classroom.

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