Professor Olsen [Elizabeth Olsen]

Chapter 12

- Alexis POV: - 

After all my classes, I made my way to her office. My heart pounding with each step as i got closer to her office. I had been thinking about this moment for 2 months now, thinking about all the things I would say to her, all the questions I had, like where the hell she went to.

But now that the moment is here, my throat is dry, all my words are gone, all the questions somehow left my brain. and all that there is left are tears in my eyes, she left them there.

I stood in-front of her office, I thought about walking away, and just leave the situation for what it is, but I knew that I needed answers, and she was the only one who could grand me those. 

My hand lingered in-front of the wooden door before finally knocking. I heard her tell me to come in, but it was like my feet were glued to the floor, I took a deep sigh to regain some of my strength. 

I opened the door and met her eyes almost immediately, she sat on her usual chair in-front of her desk, her pen almost dropping out of her hand in disbelieve. 

"Alexis"

I swallowed the lump in my throat while closing the door behind me, I placed my hand on the door and took a deep breath before turning around to face her again. "Hello Ms Olsen"

she got up from her chair, her puzzled expression showed me she wasn't expecting me here, after 2 months. but I couldn't figure out wether she was happy to see me, or not. 

"How are you?" She asked, her voice was soft, she knew she was in the wrong, and the guilt was probably eating her alive, she didn't want to aggravate me anymore then I already was, so she kept an appropriate distance. 

"what do you think, Ms Olsen" dragging the last word to show her how displeased I was with her and her previous actions, because I knew she wanted me to call her Elizabeth, and not Ms Olsen.

"I told you that when we're in private, you can call me Elizabeth"

"Yeah well.. you told me a lot of things.. I guess I don't really know what's true, and what isn't"

I felt the anger bottling up inside of me, even tough we don't have a lot of history, it felt like we got each other, like she got me. she was the first adult to do so. I just don't understand.

"You have every right to be mad Alexis"

"I know I do, but that's not why I'm here. I just have some questions, and I need answers. and then I will leave you alone, just like you asked" I hoped that leaving her, would hurt her more then any yelling or screaming could, and clearly it worked, because I could see her facial expressions shift, from her normal confident self, to a desperate state.

I took my bag and got a paper out of it and handed it to her. 

- Lizzie's POV: -

I took the paper she handed me and looked at it, it was a request to change classes, she wanted to leave my class and follow English literature in my colleagues class. I looked up at her while shaking my head.

"Don't do this please"

"Why would you even care, this is what you wanted right?" I scoffed while slamming my hand on my desk, the paper laying under it. I was not having this, any of it. 

"Damn it Alexis, I was scared.. am I not allowed to be? My job, my marriage, my reputation.. you don't understand how much is at stake for me"

"Oh i do understand.. you made that very clear when you basically threw me out of your apartment!" she yelled, "You know Mason was right about you.. you're just a sexually frustrated professor in a lifeless marriage" I scoffed while shaking my head.