Forbidden Lessons

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Sophia’s POV

I couldn’t concentrate. I just couldn’t. And there was no way I could just leave in the middle of the class. I wasn’t even sure if he’d allow it.

I raised my hand, wanting to run it through my hair in frustration but then I still had other classes and I didn’t want my hair to get messed up. I rubbed my face instead, thinking of all the things I could do. If I stayed in this class then there was a high chance that I was going to keep filing since I couldn’t even concentrate in his class.

Fuck. This was so fucked up.

What had promoted me to take the class in the first place? There was a high chance that if I hadn’t taken this class then he and I would never have crossed paths during my stay in this school.

This stormy eyes landed on me and he locked gazes with me as he continued talking. I was forced to look away from him. I needed to stay away from him. I couldn’t continue taking this class when all I could think of was how good he felt I side of me and how much I wanted him to fuck me again.

I needed to keep my distance.

I needed to drop the course. As much as that decision hurt me, it was what I needed to do. If not I’d fail my class and it will affect my GPA badly.

I kept my eyes on my jotter for the duration of the class and the rest of the class passed by in a blur. The time was over and everyone got up and began leaving the class, except for those who still had another course in this same hall.

Hurriedly, I packed my things and got up. I wasn’t even thinking clearly. My feet began to lead me to where I wasn’t even supposed to think of going at all. My feet was leading me to his desk.

As if he sensed me coming, he packed his things swiftly and left the hall before I could even get to him. I halted, my heart dropping. What did I even expect? What was I thinking? I wasn’t supposed to talk to him.

Rubbing my face in utmost frustration, I left the class and went to the course registrar. I needed to drop the course once and for all, and pick another course to replace it.

“Do you need something, darling?” The voice of the middle aged lady snapped me out of my reverie. I didn’t even realize that I had been standing there for a while.

I gave an awkward laugh. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I—” I paused and decided to go straight to the point. “I want to drop a course.”

“Oh what course is that? Your name too, please?” She asked.

“History 101. Sophia Anderson,” I answered.

She typed on her computer for a while and then looked up at me with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Miss Anderson, but you can’t drop the course. It has already been registered for you.”

“Oh,” I said, my shoulders dropping and my heart sinking. My mood turned even sour and I wasn’t sure I was able to stay around people throughout the rest of the day without breaking down.

“Thank you, Ms,” I added quickly and left. I still had other classes but I couldn’t bring myself to wait for them. Instead I hurried back to my dorm and climbed my bed.

I broke down in tears, feeling very helpless.

Fuck. If I didn’t drop the course then I’d fail it, no doubt. How could I concentrate when the only thing that came to my mind whenever I saw Ian Grant, was how well he fucked me?

The door to my room pushed open and Jenny walked in, then paused, her bag falling from her hand. She rushed to me and sat beside me on my bed. “What happened? Why are you crying?” She asked, her eyes searching mine.

“Nothing, really,” I lied.

“Nothing?”

“Yes. Nothing,” I continued lying. I should have know that was going to turn out to be fruitless. Jenny wasn’t the kind of girl I could lie to, besides my crying was at odds with my words.

“Sophia, you will stop lying and tell me what exactly is going on,” she declared, staring at me with narrowed eyes.

I sighed, looking away from her as my shoulders dropped. “I saw that guy.”

“What guy?” She asked, confusion taking over her face.

“That guy. Mr Handsome?” I called him by the nickname she had given him.

“Oh, Mr Handsome,” she murmured and looked even more confused. “Why is that a bad thing? If he’s studying here, then you guys can pick up from where you left off, right?”

I sniffed and shook my head at her. “No, Jenny. He’s not a student here. He’s not studying.”

“Then what is he doing here?” She asked slowly.

“He’s a professor. He’s my History Professor,” I explained, more tears streaming down my face. “His name is Ian Grant.”

“Shh I don’t care about his name. What did you just call him? Your history professor? Fuck…that’s… that’s fucked up!” She rubbed her forehead.

“It is.”

“Well did he see you? Did he talk to you?” She asked.

“Yes, he saw me. No, he’s avoiding me,” I answered quietly, sniffing and wiping away my tears.

“He’s avoiding you?” She asked in a shocked tone. “Why the hell would he be avoiding you? Maybe he doesn’t recognize you?”

“He does. I swear he does,” I answered.

“Then he doesn’t want anyone to put their eyes on you both,” she murmured.

“The worst part is I can’t drop his stupid class,” I cried.

“Why? There’s no need for you to do that,” she answered

“Actually, there is. I can’t concentrate around him, Jenny. I’m going to fail,” I sobbed.

“No, no you won’t. You’re one of the smartest girls I know, Sophia. If anyone can scale through this, it’s you. Come here,” she said softly and pulled me into her chest while I cried.