𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

TEQUILA, GIN AND VODKA.

Later, that day, she texted Douma. He had practically rescued her from a panic attack, she oughted him some excuses. Maybe she was not so dramatically edgy, after all. Her friends usually said that she never let emotions taking over her. Well, apparently, something clearly changed the day she fell in love with Douma. She could not deny it any longer.

She recalled the weird feeling of something cracking inside her the moment her eyes landed on his slender silhouette a few months earlier.
He was wearing a black suit and a matched black tie. She felt her mouth dry at the sight before her wide opened eyes.

Was her professor that handsome?

It was pretty evident that Douma was popular among his female coworkers. He was a charming, bold man. Resisting to his flirtatious smiles was useless. No matter how hard she tried to focus on his role, she seemed to be soaked up by his enticing glances, his smooth movements and his mild, yet deep voice echoing into the class.

Now, skeptically staring at the display of her phone, she was manically checking if she had accidentally misspelled a word and she could not help but feel anxious about this whole situation. She did not want to screw it over. Douma was not just her professor, by now. Before sending the text, she crossed her fingers and hoped to receive an answer pretty soon.

"Dear professor, thank you for your deliberate act of kindness. Anyhow, I beg your pardon for my juvenile and amiss behavior. I got home safely.
Sincerely, your 'favorite student".

Rereading her text for the thousandth time, she carelessly discarded her phone on her desk and stripped out of her clothes in hurry. She was supposed to meet up with Enmu and Mitsuri in a local pub and Enmu was going to pick her up in twenty minutes.

She rushed into the shower and turned the water on, allowing it to cascade down her hair and over her shoulders, sketching irregular lines down her legs. Insofar, as she enjoyed the refreshing feeling of the water pattering down on her skin, she could not waste time in relaxing herself and, above all, roaming her tiny hands down the curves of her body, picturing her professor into the shower with her. Rubbing her scalp, thoughtfully, she heard the familiar sound of a text notification and she could not help herself but squeaked in excitement. It was the first official text he had sent to her.

Quickly washing away from her hair what remained of her shampoo, she turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her wet body. She felt her heart throbbing against her ribcage. This man was going to give her an heart attack.

Rushing back into her bedroom, she grabbed her phone and her mood switched into a rather disappointed one as she read the name of the sender.

Enmu: Would you mind opening the door, sweetheart?

She groaned in frustration and tossed her phone back on the desk. Dragging her feet along the floor, she reached the front door and opened it, revealing her friend, sat on the porch, rolling a cigarette. Dear God, that boy was a lost cause. Enmu was a few years older than her, but still she was the one taking care of him when he got his heart broken after a bitch, or when he drank too much. He was her best friend, the only person in the world who knew her better than anyone else. She could not live without his dorky jokes, just as she could barely stand her math classes without Mitsuri. She was such a kindhearted person. The first girl she met back in her first year at school. She could be really boisterous and chatty at times, but Clarice loved her.