𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ'ꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇʀ𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚑

(ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣!𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕩 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥!𝕂𝕪𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕙)

𝕋𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪:

"Class is dismissed," you announced to your class of 22 students. With that, they all started packing up and filing out of the classroom. On the way out, many of them handed in due assignments and waved goodbye.

You were in your third year of teaching the Studies of African American History at Kingborough Community College. You were a professor but you weren't too much older than your average college student. You were grateful to be allowed to start a teaching gig only six months after graduating from the same college you now teach at.

You loved it here and you love your students more, most of them anyway.

"Miss...?" one of your students called out to you as you packed your desk up. When you turned around you were met with an empty classroom, minus yourself and Kyle. He made his way down the steps, from his seat in the third row and toward you.

You turned to grab the assignments that needed grading and your purse from your desk, "How may I help you, Mr. Fasheun?"

"Why you being dry, Teach'? What? You'n wanna talk to me?" A playful pout made its way onto Kyle's face.

You rolled your eyes, "No, that's not it, Mr. Fasheun. It's just that, I have work to do. And I'm sure you have another class to attend..."

"Nah, I don't. I only had one class today; yours." Kyle shrugged before stopping in front of you.

Now that he was right before you, you had to strain your neck to look up at him. "Well, then I'm sure you have some friends you wanna hang out with, no?" you raised an eyebrow.

He looked off with a smile before looking back at you. He shook his head, "Nah, Miss, I wanna hang out witchu."

Then, you shook your head, "Sorry, Mr. Fa-"

"Kyle." He corrected you.

You picked back up, "... you can't 'hang out' with me. I'm your teacher," you stated matter-of-factly. "The only time I'm with my students is when class is in session, during my office hours-- which are posted on my door --, and when they volunteer to help me with grading assignments, organizing my office, or something."

You moved around him and made your way to the door. He followed behind you.

"Okay, so I can help you grade assignments or something?" He asked.

"Can I..." You corrected him.

"When can I help you grade assignments or something?" His face held a smirk, which you ignored.

You waited until you were both outside of the classroom to lock the door and respond, "I'm not sure, Kyle. Maybe tomorrow."

Before he could respond you walked away from him, heading to the entrance of the building.

"GYAT!" Kyle said loudly.

You only shook her head and kept walking as you fought a grin.

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𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪:

It was the day after your one-on-one encounter with Kyle. And during class, he was unusually quiet. He also didn't stop to talk to you after class like he did yesterday. From that, you assumed he wasn't going to come to help you during your office hours.