Between the desks

Chapter 68

Amren's POV

I threw my backpack onto the desk beside Lily with a thud, letting out a heavy sigh as I sank into my seat. Today felt like an uphill battle. The weekend had slipped away too quickly, leaving me with that familiar knot of anxiety in my stomach. I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't quite ready to face the day ahead. On top of everything, I had sent my essay to Professor Olsen, and she had witnessed me kissing that girl—embarrassment washed over me like a cold wave.

I shared everything that had happened at the club with Lily—the conversation I had with professor Olsen, how she had seen me kiss another girl. We talked about it while we were nursing our hangovers, and Lily's excitement was infectious. She was practically buzzing with enthusiasm over the whole thing.Lily giggled beside me, clearly amused by my discomfort. "What's wrong?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I sighed. Giving her a look. 

"Maybe she'll ask you to stay after class," she whispered conspiratorially, her eyes practically shining with excitement.

"Stop it!" I replied, a grin spreading across my face despite myself. "I shouldn't have told you."

In retaliation, she shot me a playful middle finger, and I couldn't help but stick out my tongue at her. We often acted like kids, lost in our own little world.

"Good morning, class! Please take out your notebooks!" Professor Olsen's voice sliced through the chatter in the room, drawing my attention. When I looked up, our eyes met, and she gave me a subtle nod, as if acknowledging the connection we had shared. My cheeks flushed, and I quickly looked down at my notebook, hoping to hide my embarrassment.

Lily snorted beside me, and I shot her a glare. "Stop it," I mouthed, but she merely winked back, her smirk unwavering.

As Professor Olsen walked through the room, I couldn't help but admire her. The way her clothes draped elegantly over her body accentuated her figure, making her look effortlessly chic. My thoughts began to wander, and I felt a rush of inappropriate fantasies creep into my mind, an unsettling mix of admiration and desire. I forced myself to focus on what she was saying, but my mind was betraying me, lingering on her silhouette instead.

She spoke about a writer who had explored Egyptian culture, but her words faded into the background noise as I struggled to concentrate. It wasn't until one student suddenly interrupted with a loud, disrespectful shout that my attention snapped back into focus.

"Fuck off, this is not relevant for our assessment!"

His voice rang out, filled with arrogance, and a few students laughed, their snickers punctuating the tension in the room. Lily tapped me on the shoulder, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. I knew this guy—always trying to impress others by being rude, attempting to win some twisted kind of popularity by undermining those around him.

"What did you say?" Professor Olsen's voice turned icy, each word slicing through the air with precision. Her posture shifted, radiating authority. The atmosphere in the classroom grew heavy, electric with tension. She stood tall, her gaze locking onto the student with an intensity that demanded respect.

"You heard me, bitch!" he spat, leaning back with a casual bravado that felt completely misplaced.

But Professor Olsen didn't flinch. Instead, she straightened her shoulders, her presence unwavering. "Let's get one thing straight," she replied, her voice calm yet filled with an undeniable strength. "I will not tolerate disrespect in my classroom. You may think that this gives you power, but it only reveals your insecurity."

The room fell into a tense silence. Students exchanged glances, sensing the shift in dynamics. Professor Olsen had navigated tough situations before, but this was different—this was a test of her authority, and she was rising to the occasion.

With a slight tilt of her head, she gestured for him to approach her desk. "If you want to have a conversation, let's do it where we can actually communicate," she stated, her tone carrying an unmistakable edge that left no room for argument.

He stepped forward, clearly unprepared for the strength of her composure. "But I warn you, if you come here to disrespect me or anyone else, I will ensure there are consequences," she added, her eyes sparkling with indignation and confidence.

The class, once filled with murmurs and anticipation, fell utterly silent, captivated by her commanding presence. She was a queen in her realm, fierce and unyielding, prepared to defend her space and the respect it deserved.

"Now, I suggest you choose your words wisely. This is your last chance to speak respectfully," she concluded, her voice steady and authoritative.

He opened his mouth, likely to protest, but Professor Olsen raised a hand, silencing him. "No. This is not a debate. It's time for you to understand the difference between confidence and arrogance."

The atmosphere shifted completely. It was clear that while he had come in thinking he could undermine her, it was she who now held the reins. The students could see it clearly—Professor Olsen was a force to be reckoned with, her dignity an unbreakable shield.

"You are such a bitch!" he yelled, frustration spilling over as he shoved tables aside, sending papers flying. The outburst echoed in the classroom, creating a storm of chaos in a space meant for learning.

But Professor Olsen remained unshaken, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to his outburst. She stood tall, arms crossed, watching him with an expression that radiated both strength and serenity.

"And yet, here I am, still standing, while you're the one throwing a tantrum," she replied coolly, her voice steady and clear, slicing through the tension like a knife. Students watched, wide-eyed, caught off guard by her unexpected comeback.

He paused, clearly taken aback. In that moment, the power shifted again, the storm within him slowly dissipating under the weight of her calm.

"If you want to be taken seriously, I suggest you start acting like an adult," she added, her tone sharp, daring him to reconsider his approach.

As the tension hung heavy in the air, my heart raced. She was incredible—handling the situation like a queen, commanding respect and attention effortlessly. I felt a fire ignite within me, a confusing mixture of admiration and desire. Her confidence turned me on in a way I hadn't anticipated, making it hard to breathe, to think. In the midst of chaos, she was my anchor, and I was helplessly drawn to her.