Dear Professor

Who knew the best thing could come from the unpredicted ?

—Heyy again, here is a new chapter, with some new happenings I hope y'all will enjoy! As always I tried editing it as much as I could but grammar errors can still happen and I'd be happy to hear about it if you find some. Until then, enjoy the reading!!😊---

2 weeks passed and to be completely honest I had slightly forgotten about Mr Downey, yes what he did was kind and very thoughtful but all he did was help a student right? It seemed that he did care about his student after all, and as surprising as that was, I just assumed that he just did that with everyone else (he seemingly just hid it very well). Moreover my trust issues screamed at me that all he said about being here for me only was a simple way of dismissing me politely, a basic sentence you tell to someone who's not feeling well, often said but never really meant.

Therefore, I came back to uni with that mindset but also with a slight apprehension, I never talk about my problems and that's for a reason, indeed I abhor the way people look at you when they know what you're going through and I was scared it could happen with him.

I didn't have much time to stress about it though, because my first period was with him, my first two periods to be more precise, two long hours, but at least that would fix me on knowing if his behaviour changed or not. I took my bus like every morning and looked out the window, I saw my reflection and scoffed, unlike every morning, I actually took more time to get ready. I was wearing tight black flare trousers, with a white v-neck, nothing too much but I clearly felt better than usual, I also curled my hair and put some mascara on. Why did I do that ? I don't really know, but it probably had something to do with how self conscious I always felt when HE got close to me.

I arrived at uni and stayed outside a bit even if the weather was chilly, a quick check of the time and I saw I was gonna run late so I took a deep breath and got in. I headed to the corridor M as always, checked what room he was in and waited in front of the door since he was late, again. Ten minutes later he arrived, dressed up as always and with his bloody bag, that bloody bag I grew to know perfectly, and those brown shoes, leather brown shoes, the same he always wore no matter what outfit he was wearing and it surprisingly always fitted perfectly, that was annoying, very annoying.

He asked us to come in and we did. Most of the students came in, I did too, saying hi while passing him but purposefully avoiding his gaze. Quickly looking at the room, I saw that some students who usually were seated at the back were absent. I took the opportunity and went to sit at the back instead of at the front where I usually sat. When everybody was in Mr Downey went to his desk, settled his computer and his pencil case as he always did. Then, he raised his gaze and looked at where I normally sat, I saw him frowning and raising his gaze once again scanning the room until his eyes fell on me and he seemed relieved but also confused as to why I moved to the back.

I averted my gaze and started doodling on a sheet of paper to distract myself, that definitely wasn't working since I could still feel his eyes practically burning holes in my skin. I ignored the feeling and kept doodling until he started talking. He explained to us the work we had to do and asked us to work on our own. That being said, I got my things out, put my hair in a way that would hide my ears and put my earphone in my right ear making sure the device was well hidden in my hair because knowing how he hated seeing us on our phone, I knew I would get in trouble if he saw it. I put my music on and turned the volume up while I started working on the assignment he gave.

I was deep in thought when I saw him starting walking through the aisles of the class, just checking if everyone was actually working or just pretending. He was getting closer to where I was and I unintentionally tensed, to my relief, he walked right past me not giving me more attention than to anyone else and I relaxed again.

I put myself back to work when I caught a glimpse of him walking back toward me. I turned my head toward my sheet of paper and tried to ignore him, but I soon felt him very close and my table shifted a bit "You're usually seated at the front" he stated lowly. I did my best to remain calm, tapped on my earphone to pause the music and then turned my head just to see him slightly sitting on the corner of my table and looking down at me with his piercing brown eyes. I nodded "That's true, I felt like changing today"