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A professor, not a mother | E.O

E.O
Age: 18

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Y/Ns POV

I swing my bag over my shoulder, grabbing a banana on my way out the door. 
"Y/n", my mother calls from the lounge. I poke my head in to where she's sitting, scrolling on her phone.

"Yeah?"
"The washing?", she raises her eyebrows expectantly. 
"Huh?"
"It's been sitting there all of yesterday, the kitchens a mess and don't even get me started on the bathroom".

I sigh and try not to roll my eyes. 
"Yeah sorry it was my first day of classes, I fell asleep the second I got home."
"Stop making excuses and get it done"
"Mum I can't I have school right now, I'll do it when I get home". I tried to tell her but that only seemed to make it worse.

She stood up and strode towards me, causing me to shrink back. 
"It's the fucking phone again isn't it?".

I blink in surprise, surely the woman can't be this stupid.
"What?".

She held out her hand, waiting, and I tightened my grip on my phone that was in my hand.
"Mum no. I don't even know my classes yet everythings on my phone".

Before I could protest anymore she snatched it from me and pocketed it with a smug look on her face, it took all of my willpower not to punch her in the face as my anger rose, and I could feel my face heating up. 

"You're a big girl I'm sure you can make it work. You'll do the house when you get home", she orders, going back to the couch and pulling out her own phone. 

I clenched my fists but walked out, slamming the front door behind me and running off in case she decided to have a go at me for that. I didn't have the energy to fight her today, and I was already running late and it was only my second day of classes. 

I make it to campus and guess my first class was Law, I go in to see a bunch of seniors all turn and look at me. Shit.  I mumble an apology to the teacher and back out of the class, practically sprinting down the hall. 

I round the corner and crash into someone who seems to be running the opposite way. The impact shoves us both to the ground, my bag falling to the ground and the papers she's holding flying in every direction.

"Shit", I hear the mystery person say and look up to see a blonde woman who looks like a teacher, unfortunately for me. 

"Oh crap I'm so sorry", I quickly scramble to my feet and offer her a hand up. She looks to me and her shocked green eyes relax a little as she accepts my help.

"It's okay love, we were both in a rush", she assures me with a smile as she straightens out her dress. Did she just call me love? 

We both spend a few minutes gathering up her papers and when we finish she sighs and rubs her temple. 

"Shouldn't you be in class?", she asks me, but with an odd softness I don't get with other teachers. 

"Yeah, but my mo-" I stop myself quickly. "My phone's dead, I couldn't remember what class I have next".

To my surprise she just smiles at me and opens up her phone. "No worries darling I can check students timetables. What's your name?"

"Y/n Y/l/n"

She searches for a minute then smiles, looking up successfully. 
"Oh Y/n, you're in my class. English. I was hurrying there now."

Well that worked out.

I follow her as she leads us to the classroom, we're both almost jogging considering we must be nearly 20 minutes late. I felt many eyes on us as we burst into class and I kept my eyes on the floor.