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Wrong theory.

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So i have this theory.

This funny little, silly, goofy theory.

That boys are literally toys, pets rather. They'll believe anything. Do anything. Say anything. All you have to do is bat your eyelashes, look up, and ask as nicely as you can.

And 10/10 chance, they'll say yes.

But this day. 11:36am, 2024, on October 3rd, is the day when my theory is proved wrong.

And it's all because my Creative writing professor won't let me push back my due date for my novel that i can never spare the time to do, all because of-

Whatever, that shouldn't even matter.

My math, science, biology, english, chemistry, physics, pre vet and even my volleyball teacher, it all worked on them.

Them all being MEN.

But on him it doesn't work?!

"You may leave now." He finally stated with a bucket full of nonchalance.

"But why?!— Im sorry.." I let out a nervous laughter, i place my hands out but bolt back like electric shocked through me. Almost like me breaking character was forbidden, or anomalous.

I don't do outburst, that's just not... how should i put it so it won't make me seem simple minded.

Bonny?

".. but this is the only thing that will boost my grade up, without this i would be officially failing. Do you really want that for your student?" slamming both my hands on his desk, feeling the recoil on my chest. His eyes burns into my hands as i look at the top of his head. That looks highly well kept. Looking as thought he just got a haircut, pushed back with little hairs falling over his forehead grazing the edges of his glasses.

And fuck did he smell good.

But i stayed looking at him in the eye, he needs to know i'm serious.

And just when i think it goes to work, he pushes his head up without holding a glance at my exposed cleavage. And i see a slight consideration into my sternness. But that falls short, instead he pushes back in his chair behind his desk readjusting himself, while pushing his hips spreading his legs more, raising a brow while rubbing his jaw. Watching his long fingers brush his stubble, watching the clench in his jaw harden, watching the veins in his hands run down his forearms and flex as he continuously rubs himself. Showing me he's deep in thought.

As i stand in deep agony.

Maybe even considering my argument and letting me win because, we'll, because it's m-

"No."

No?!

How could a simple dumb professor , crush all my beliefs in one word?

Then going back to grading the novels that was already done, pushing his laptop back up giving me a silent dismissal.

My breathing starts to grow rapid, and i start to not give a fuck about how i look nor sound right now. Storming off and grabbing my bags, thrashing out the class.

"you're intractable!" i hissed but before slamming the door i give him one more look as he raises his eyebrow. Like my tantrum amuses him.

Yeah well fuck him.

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"So what he say babe?"

I decided to call my boyfriend on the way home, just to rant. Because he's a good listener, or maybe that's just what helps me sleep at night.