Prohibited love (so wrong but so right)

Chapter 1.

Good morning. How are you today?” I said to one of the regular customers. I saw Walter Watkins, formally known as Mr. Watkins, crossing the street. He seemed to have a rather odd expression on his face like something was irritating him. I was quite worried about his expression, him being my college teacher and all. I knew Mr. Watkins was never so kind when he was angered about something, the best thing he could do was to put on a movie for the class and ignore us. I watched as he approached the cafe and entered. “Good morning, Mr Watkins!” I said with a gleeful smile, attempting to lighten his mood. “Good morning…” Mr. Watkins said begrudgingly. I tilted my head in confusion but thought nothing of it. As he waited in line, he tapped his foot impatiently “He must be in a rush” I thought to myself, furrowing my brows. The barista quickly took Mr. Watkins's order, which was the same thing he got every day, just a medium cup of black coffee. As he walked out, he bumped into someone on the crosswalk and got his coffee all on his shirt. The cup was smashed and he threw it on the floor furiously. He scoffed and shrugged, “What a waste of good coffee…” He snarled as he stormed off to the college’s main building. I looked at my watch and realized it was getting pretty late but my class started at noon so I should be good seeing as it was 10:00 am. I quickly got my bag, which was decorated with pins, with a pride pin being the most obvious on it. Just a trans flag, the simple design of it, how the colors repeat and just end there, only three colors. It was a nice pin. I went to the little counter and got a chocolate croissant, my favorite, and chocolate milk. I went outside and unlocked my bike from the rack and balanced myself on top of it. Which reminded me that I should probably save up for a car or just go to a cafe closer to the building. When I got to the college, I quickly made my way to the library avoiding everyone. I even found a way to avoid that one person from my history lessons, she was always all over Mr. Watkins, it was honestly kind of funny how desperate a person could get. I honestly didn’t see the appeal in him, he was just a history nerd. I made my way over to an empty table and set my things down, grabbing my English book to study for a test I had later this week. I got my AirPods out of my bag and put them in, it was always nice listening to music whilst I studied. I shuffled my Spotify playlist as I opened the book. Alright, this wouldn’t take too long, right? I had been listening to Tally Hall. God, how could Joe do that? Anyway, I had been studying for what felt like an eternity until I checked my phone and noticed it had only been an hour. I noticed I should start heading to class, which I did. I picked up my things and left the library. I started speed walking through the halls, I was always at least 30 minutes early. I wasn’t going to have my attendance score ruined just for some trip to the library! I started speeding up, which caused me to run to my class. I got there just in time for me to be 31 minutes early. That was a close one! A bit too close… I entered the classroom in a hurry. I remember when the classrooms were the size of a cafe or smaller. The college classrooms seemed like auditoriums more than classrooms. I let out a relieved sigh after I took a seat. I took my pencil and notebook out. I doodled as I waited for all the other students to arrive. I looked and noticed Mr. Watkins behind me, practically breathing down my neck.”H-hello, sir” I managed to say, I shuddered how his hot breath was touching my neck. I squirmed in my seat slightly as dirty images began playing in my head. Maybe…just maybe, he was my type. But, he had a wife and a kid! I couldn’t do that to a married man..well, maybe I could but that would just be morally wrong! It wasn’t right, but at this moment..I would love to be wrong. I snapped out of my train of thought as he asked about the doodles of my cat named Cookie Cutter. “Who’s that?” he said pointing to the doodle of my fish named pencil sharpener. “U-um that's my dead fish.” I said, a bit confused as to why he was asking. “What was your fish's name?”“pencil sharpener” I responded to his question. “Interesting..” he said, rubbing his chin while raising a brow.*ding ding ding*! The bell rang to signal class was starting. He walked to the front of the class and asked us a question “Do you remember, the _st of _?” I tried not to laugh as someone answered the question wrongly. I knew the answer, just that I didn’t feel like answering. Especially with how I knew what would happen. My friend had told me what he had done earlier so I wasn’t surprised. But then again, I did want to see him shake that a- WAIT! I couldn’t be thinking that about my teacher. He’s a grown man for fucks sake! I watched the whole thing unfold as someone answered him correctly and he started playing the music video. “Did he just start dancing??” I asked myself, trying to contain my laughter. With the way he looked much happier than before at the cafe, I couldn’t help but crack a smile at the situation. We continued class and did the lesson which I got done quickly. In the meantime, I read Twilight and got to read a whole chapter without being interrupted. *Ding Ding ding* the bell rang and class was over “Make sure to get that weekly reading in!!” Mr. Watkins yelled as I walked out. I unlocked my bike and balanced myself on it. I pedaled quickly to the other side of campus to get to my forensics class.I walked over to class but the door was closed. *Class is canceled for today 9/21* read a paper on the classroom door. I groaned and went back to my bike heading over to my apartment. I grew hungry, so I stopped at 7-Eleven and got some cups of noodles, pocky, and lemonade tea. I got into my apartment and was greeted by my dog Cookie Cutter walking in between my legs. I put water to boil and sighed looking at the dishes in the sink my roommate didn’t wash. I opened the door to Ayesha’s (the roommate)room and got a whiff of alcohol. “Ugh, it smells like bounce that ass... Oh damn.” I said looking at Ayesha who had mascara running down her face and an empty bottle of tequila in her hand as she laid on her stomach on her bed. “Hey… are you ok?” she groaned in response to my question. I walked over and sat at the edge of her bed. “ Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, not really knowing what to do. “No *hick* yn, I do not” she said with a rude attitude, obviously drunk. “Ok, well if you need anything I’ll be in the living room kitchen”. Our apartment was a small two bed one bath with thin walls. Me and Ayesha call it a living room kitchen because we don't have anything to separate the two. I washed the dishes knowing Ayesha was never going to get them done and made some eggs to eat with my cup of noodles. Once I was done eating I decided to put my headphones on and listen to “The Ghost of You” by MCR (such a good song T-T) as I did some homework. I heard a scream and looked up to see Ayesha covering her naked figure. I covered my eyes and turned my head away. “I thought you left!!” Ayesha yelled at me “No” I said. I turned back once she had gone to shower.