Obsession

Chapter 2

2 weeks later

"Do not get drunk, fuck some random dude then turn up late to lesson again." Aniyah's friend, Tianni, scolds her. "Especially because we get our essays back, it took me way too long for that."

"Essay? What essay? We were never told about an essay." Panic overwhelms Aniyah. "Also, I have never been drunk a day in my life. I have been tipst though."

"Yes we were, professor told us we can continue our essay or start a new one. It has to be a proper essay, not a single page like the first one. We had to go to his office to give him the essay which is probably why you didn't know. He did say that he wouldn't be reminding us after that lesson... You need to listen in class." Tianni explains to her clueless friend.

"He knows I haven't given it to him, why wouldn't he remind me? Shit, what if I do it tonight? I'll do it tonight, I can't go to the party. How the fuck did I forget?" She shrugs with a nervous smile. "Imma need you guys OUT, goodbye." She shoves her friends out of her apartment.

Pacing around her living room she scrapes her brain for an idea; writing an entire essay on serial killers would drain her empty brain. Scratching her head she shakes her hands, stress consuming her.

Psychology behind anger issues?

"No, no that's stupid what the fuck." I've written almost everything that's somewhat interesting. "Don't do it Aniyah, don't do it. It's boring." She repeats to herself. "Screw it."

Rubbing her hands together she opens her google docs, prepared to write an entire essay that very night. "How can anger issues be linked to past trauma?" She mumbles to herself while writing.

"Oh shit, 14 pages in 4 hours." Aniyah smiles, stuffing her head in her arms. Resting her eyes for a break she readjusts in her seat.

7 hours later

"Shit, shit, shit." Rushing into the shower Aniyah flicks it on, sends her professor her essay and packs her bag. Frantically making her way out of the apartment and to her car she gets to the uni in time.

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"You're free to go, if you have any questions on your essay come to my office between 4pm and 6:50pm. Come at 6:55 and I won't be in."

Chill out.

"I'm good, I need to explain the whole essay situation. Go to your place and I'll meet you there." She tells Jordan when he offers to walk me back home. She's keeping him around because she needs to know what his and Ashley's relationship is.

"See you later babe. Can I have a kiss before I leave?" No, fuck off. Aniyah internally groans.

Bending down he pouts his lips for a kiss, moving her head to the side he reaches closer for her lips. Hooking two fingers on her cheek he moves her head to his, resisting again he gently pushes her face. The professor - sitting at his desk - watches the two with a smirk on his lips.

I just want someone to grab my face and make me kiss them, it's not that hard. Aniyah says to herself when Jordan keeps trying but being too soft.

Sitting back in his chair the professor crosses his arms slouching, supporting his chin with his hand he can't hide his chuckle towards them. Observing the young man trying to be affectionate to a woman who very clearly doesn't like him.

"Okay, okay." Pecking his lips lightly he makes a move for the door. Staying in her seat until Jordan finally leaves she preps herself before sauntering to Professor Morelli's desk. "Hello."

"Miss Young."

"Professor Morelli."

"You failed to complete your essay, are you purposefully trying to be disrespectful?" Professor Morelli asks.