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13📚|Professor Norman

Celine

Last night was the worst night of my life.

Zero sleep, late dinner that caused me to have a tummy ache before bed, trying to finish professor Norman's assignments to take to tutoring class, which I'm a nervous reck about by the way and then the worst of all.

Possibly walking into my death later on this evening. For the past week I've tried to ignored that stupid address but it just kept coming back to haunt me, I'm afraid that if I ignore the piece of paper I'll only be setting up myself for danger and those around me that I love.

I am practically sacrificing myself for them, let's hope he just wants to chat, brag about how much he owns me and then let's me go. I know it's wishful thinking but I'm not going to imagine my death-absolutely not- I am definitely going to carry some form of protection, a small pocket knife Alaina had gifted me because of how crazy new York is.

Maybe not the most effective, considering his size over me but if I could get him in a nice spot I could land a fatal blow. Right now however, I am trying to figure out how I am going to apologize to professor Norman about how I acted the other day, hopefully he understands.

I decided to wear something- suggestive, despite the thirty degree wether but a gal has to make sacrifices for what she wants, does she not? The old dress was a sight for sore eyes with thin spaghetti straps and a sexy corset design at the waist, it was tight against my body but flared slightly in a fish tale design at the hems.

It was a beautiful nature green dress and I paired it nicely with four inch black pumps, a little over the top but who cares. My hair was the only thing keeping me warm, it was down in it's natural state, flowing gracefully against the center of my back and pinned at the sides to keep hair out of my face.

I puckered my lips and applied a small coating of cherry lipgloss and rubbed them together, I reapplied some perfume and then I was finally ready.

I was doing all of this because, well let's face it today might be my last day alive and I wanted to make it worth it.

I looked from left to right and made sure no one saw me do those extra stuff- even though majority of the University was either at home or in their dorms- I blew out an encouraging breath and lifted my hand to knock on the class room door he said he would be teaching me in.

"Yes?" Came his voice that instantly put a nervous feeling inside the pit of my stomach, being in the same room alone with him both terrified and aroused me.

I twisted the knob and entered the small room, fit to hold about twenty people, with big windows overlooking the schools garden, a white board, rows of desk and chairs, a book shelf and the teachers area where professor Norman himself occupied.

I blushed when I took in his appearance as I closed the door behind me, his usual polished hair was ruffled and spewing onto his forehead, his suit jacket was off and folded neatly at one side, his shirt was rolled up to his elbows and showcased the many tattoos he had lining his skin. What a surprise, he's usually in full suits so I was definitely not expecting this.

He was a total bad boy and any girls dream.

He didn't look up from the paper he was currently reading from but I approached nonetheless.

"Hi sir.... I'm here and ready for some learning" I let out nervously, cringing at how embarrassing that was.

The professor merely glanced down at his watch before looking back at his paper, "your late" he stated, pointing out the obvious.

I wasn't that late.

"I'm sorry I was caught up with something at home a-and I also wanted to apologize for how I behaved the other day, I was upset and I couldn't be around anyone at the time, I would have totally broke down" I finished with a sigh.