The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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14Sophia’s POV

I stared at the ceilings, not having anything in particular to do. I still had to go to school later in the afternoon but I wasn’t particularly in an enthusiastic spirit. Weird, because I was the one eager to go to school yesterday but now I found myself wishing that I hadn’t gotten an admission to this school and I had to wait another year or something.

I had been awake for hours now, wondering how I was going to cope for the rest of the school year if the man who had disvirgined me was my lecturer. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was that I was terribly distracted. And also I had avoided a video call from my mother yesterday because I knew she would instantly read everything that was wrong with me.

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. I didn’t know what to do or what to think. And I didn’t know how I was supposed to focus in class today. It was very overwhelming. And confusing.

And still I needed to get up and have my bath and then dress up for class. But what I wanted to do right now was to scream out my frustration and tiredness.

Next week Monday, I still had to attend his class and go through two hours of being around him and not being able to talk to him. I hated how hard it was getting for me to take my mind off him. I didn’t understand why it was very hard to get my mind off him. I didn’t even know what to think anymore.

I sure as hell didn’t have feelings for him. That was what I told myself anyways. That I didn’t have feelings for him. We just had a nice time together, that’s all.

But then why was it too hard to get my head away from anything that had to do with him?

I sighed and rubbed my face.

I needed to find way to stop thinking about him. And I needed to stop being distracted with him. I needed to focus, even when he was the one teaching me. I bad been having amazing grades since high school without anything distracting me. I couldn’t allow him to be the reason for my distraction this time. Not now. I had a lot at stake here. Like if I failed my class and had a very low gpa, they could kick me out of the school. And I wouldn’t be able to explain that to my parents.

Besides how would I set a good example for my siblings if I was failing classes and I was kicked out of college?

I sighed for the umpteenth time and shook my head. I needed to get myself distracted with something else and not him. But what would I get myself distracted with? Another man? I turned around on the bed and hugged my pillow and teddy.

“Sophia?” Jenny called out sleepily.

I contemplated pretending to be asleep but there was no use in that. Besides, talking to her might just help me get my mind off things.

“Yes?” I asked. I heard her sit up on her bed.

“Are you still asleep? She asked and yawned.

“No I’ve been awake for a while now,” I answered her. “Do you need anything?”

“Not exactly,” she answered. “Was just surprised that you weren’t up yet. Are you still thinking about him?”

“Him? Him who?” I asked, feigning confusion.

“You know perfectly well who I’m talking about, Sophie,” se said flatly and I could imagine her rolling her eyes at me now.

“Uh, no. Jenny, I do not,” I denied it anyways.

“You know I’m talking about your professor. Ian Grant,” she answered flatly. “Why are you still thinking about him? Do you like him?”

“No, of course not,” I answered curtly. “I’m not thinking of him and I do not like him,” I lied. I sat up abruptly and glared at her. “Do you know what cold happen to me and him if the wrong person heard that and went to report?”

“Why do you care about what happens to him?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I do not care about what happens to him,” I answered, rolling my eyes. “I’m not having this conversation anymore.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say,” she answered flatly. “I know you’re still hung up about him, Sophie, and that’s fine. But do you know what can take your mind off him?”

“What’s that?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Another man, Sophia. Another man,” she answered with a mysterious grin.

“I don’t think another man can help me take my mind off him,” I answered with a shake of my head.

“So you do agree that you still can’t get your mind off him huh?” Jenny looked like she had won a trophy.

“Just shut up.”

“Well you can’t know if you don’t try. The other man, I mean,” she clarified. “So we’ll go to the club today and take your mind off the professor.”

“I have a class this afternoon and I think I’d be tired by the time I’m back, so no, I don’t have the strength for partying,” I declined.

Jenny didn’t want to hear of me not coming out with her today. Apparently my excuse of being tired after class wasn’t enough excuse for her and she still dragged me out here anyway.

This wasn’t the regular club. This was in the dormitory area, but still a little bit farther and unrecognizable from my dorm building. Apparently, this one was for the college students only and I didn’t need an ID card that said I was 21 to get in. All I needed to show them was my ID card and I was free to come in.

I walked into the club with her, feeling extremely self conscious in a black, very short and tight, leather skirt paired with a white cropped top and black boots. She didn’t do anything to my hair this time and I refused her putting make up on my face.

I ran my hands through my face in annoyance. I didn’t want perverted men to stare at me and start hitting on me but I was here now and there wasn’t exactly any way I could get back to the dorm without Jenny.

I sat on a barstool and smiled grimly at the bartender. Jenny hopped on the stool next to me and grinned at the bartender. “What would you like to drink?” He asked.

“Two glasses of whiskey, please,” Jenny answered. As the bartender turned away to get our drinks, I suddenly felt eyes on me.

I turned around, my eyes roaming over the crowd, until it met with stormy grey eyes. Eyes that I could recognize anywhere.

I jumped from the stool instantly. “Jenny,” I said in a shaky voice.

“What? What is it?” She asked, alarmed.

“Let’s go,” I said.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“He’s here. Please, let’s just go,” I begged. She sighed and dropped a few dollar bills on the table for the bartender and we left.