The Smell of Paint

10.

"Move! Fucking move!"Genevieve thinks as one of the college girls gets  in front of her man.

Yeah! Her man.

Genevieve is tired of going back and forth on what if they get caught. But the worries of getting caught turns into wanting him to own her in front of everyone that stands in this class.

Genevieve doesn't stop her hand from moving even though she doesn't have a view of him. She knows that if she stops—he will make her regret it later.

Just when she is feeling comfortable with touching herself during class, the guy sits right next to  her.

Genevieve retracts her hand and fixes herself up. Her heart is pounding and a pink shade of color takes over her face.

Genevieve looks at the guy with a expression of "what do you want". As the boy sees her expression he speaks up.

"Umm hi! My name is Lewis. I'm a sophomore. I-I know you don't know me but I was hoping we could get to know each other. I don't have a lot of people in my life. I'd like more."

Genevieve feels relief that the boy didn't notice what she was doing. She gets a better view of Lewis. He is a cute, small frame guy. And freckles that complement his green glasses. He smells like expensive cologne. But he isn't no Dr. Christen Leon Stone.

After taking in Lewis who is still siting next to her, she remembers where her hand was a couple of seconds ago. She glances at her Professor who is staring down at the two of them and mouths the words that puts her in a choke hold.

"Who told you to stop?"

There is no way she can touching herself when there is a guy almost touching her knee. She looks away from her Professor and looks back at Lewis—who at the moment is saying something that Genevieve doesn't catch. Genevieve wants to respond to Lewis but before she can talk back.

"Okay class, settle down. Let's begin"

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Class goes on like nothing happened. Christen's lecture is perfect, not a hint of anger or worry on the situation that happened about 30 minutes ago.

Genevieve tries her best to listen to him. Christen is talking about something with shadowing and the way it brings definition to details.

But she can't stop thinking about what he is going to do to her for not listening. Genevieve is so deep into her thoughts that she doesn't hear Lewis saying her name.

"Genevieve are you okay? You look like you are lost in your thoughts."

Lewis speaks in a genuine tone. Genevieve only replies with a nod that following up with a smile. The only problem is, during this time Christen sees their interaction. And it doesn't sit well with him.

"For the next 30 minutes I want you to look back at all your notes and review—there will be a pop quiz tomorrow as soon as you walk in."

Christen sits at his desk that is rotated at an angle— the sunshine from the windows, hit his features perfectly.

Christen isn't  no average man. He is beyond Genevieve's wildest dreams. She is amazed that a man like him would find a woman like her attractive.

Time passes with them giving each other a few glances, and Lewis trying his hardest to keep conversation going. Time makes it's way to the end of the class.

Genevieve sits up to get her things when Lewis gets the courage to ask her a question.

"So Genevieve! Umm I know w-we just m-meet but umm- would you want to go on a date with me?"

Genevieve can  see he is a good guy but the only person on her mind and hopefully life is her Professor.

Genevieve has a heart of gold—it's not easy for her to say no. So she is going to have hit him with a low blow.

"Well since we did just meet— what about it just be a hangout till we can figure each other out. Cool?"

"Cool!"

Lewis says before walking off giving Genevieve a huge smile. She gives him a genuine smile back.

Lewis leaves the class, and Genevieve is "taking her time". When she sees that there are only two students left in the class, she makes her way down to her Professor—who is still siting at his desk.

She doesn't know what to do as each step she takes closer to the level out ground. Does she leave? Does she stand at his desk to wait for him to say something to her?

Again, so lost in her thoughts she doesn't realize that she is already heading for the door.

"Oh no, Miss. Hernandez. Drop your bag and get your ass over here... Now!"

Christen lets his dominant voice echo in the empty classroom. Genevieve feels her legs wanting to give out as she drops her bag and walks to her Professor.

"Yes sir?"