𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓
✧ Roman Sanchez and Aurelia Taraji ✧
"The problem is," He said as he leaned in, "If I kissed you, I won't be able to stop."
I shift my weight onto my other leg, "You wouldn't know if you don't...
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——————— 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀
Suspended.
Ya girl is freaking suspended.
Not for one, but two weeks?
Blake finally leaves the room giving me a chance to think without him breathing up my neck.
Riley's father follows but before he could get to the door, Mr. Sanchez' dominant voice calls out. "Mr. Chimney." He says and Riley's dad looks back at the sound of his voice. His eyes widen as he replies, "Mr. Sanchez, Good Afternoon."
The attitude of the man changed. Three seconds is all it took for it to turn 180 degrees.
Mr. Sanchez stands up and Riley's father shakes his hand. "Will you be at the meeting today?" Mr. Sanchez questions staring down at him, "Of course, I'm heading over there right now after I drop my daughter off at home." He says and my professor glances at Riley. I do the same seeing that she is picking on her now damaged manicured nails while smacking on a piece of gum.
"Aurelia." My mom calls out. "Let's go." She beckons me over. I follow behind her, and we get to the car in less than a minute. In spite of my mother's fury, I'm not surprised by my suspension.
Freshman and Junior year, I complained about a lot of things that my mom is unaware of. In this case, you may think I should transfer universities, but I'm on a scholarship at Woodland Hills. Neither my mother nor I have the funds to transfer because of the expenses.
I've being eyeing Night Owl University (NOU) for awhile now but the fees are way too high.
My father wanted me attend ICSU (I Can't Spell University) Since my Senior year of High school. I thought he was playing until I searched it up on the web and found out that it was actually a legitimate University.
"What should I do now?" I glance at my mother, "That professor of yours could tutor you for the time being so you don't miss out on any important work." She suggested.
"I don't think he does tutoring, ma."
"I will email him to see if he does."
Mr. Sanchez tutoring me? That sounds like a good idea. I hope he doesn't mind giving the fact that he will be stopping by my house again.
"Is he married?" My mom questions, "I didn't see a ring on his finger." I tell her. "Ohh, and how did you know that?" A cocked eyebrow forms on my mom's face as she looks at me amusedly.
Wait! How do I know he doesn't have a ring on his finger? Oh, that's because you unconsciously stare at him like a creep. You can't blame me, he's fine. It's a good thing he isn't hasn't cuffed anyone,
