Talk To Me

Ada

My heart almost leaps out of my chest as class ends and everyone walks out. Mr. Levine asked to see me after class and I know exactly why. I spaced out and accidentally introduced myself as Ada instead of Penny when he called last night. I know he caught it because I hung up right after and he never called back. Oh, god.

I watch as the students file out of the classroom, Sam included. He waits a second before walking to his door and closing it, flipping the blinds on the window down. I throw my face into my hands as I feel like crying. How could I have done that? I hear his footsteps fall closer to me and I peek up to see him standing directly in front of my table. I kind of jump back, giving him a 'pity me' look.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" His eyebrows are furrowed in a furious manner and his arms are crossed over his chest.

"Tell you what?" I ask, trying to play dumb in case I'm over thinking it.

"Tell you what? You know what." His voice drops and although he's supposed to be angry, I think it's hot. I think I can see smoke coming out of his ears, he's that angry. He shifts his feet and leans his shoulders back, taking the authoritative position. "Tell me that you're Penny! Ya know... tell me that you know every detail of my love life." He scowls.

I begin to speak but stop myself, taking a deep breath. His jaw clenches but nothing else in his body moves. "I wanted to, but..." I stop my sentence and look down at the table. I do know a few details about his love life, like how that twat muncher left him after their engagement.

"But what?" He begins to speak louder. Oh, I fucked up bad.

"You called a second time... drunk." I begin to explain, still not bothering to look at him.

"Don't avoid eye contact." He demands. "I at least deserve that." He mutters.

I clear my throat and slowly look up at him, seeing nothing but rage on his face. "You told me what had happened and I just couldn't get the heart to tell- to tell you."

The left side of his top lip lifts in disgust as his head jerks back. "So you were never going to tell me?" He finally drops his arms but immediately runs his fingers through his hair. His brown eyes are showing nothing but distress.

"I planned on it. I just didn't know when. I wanted the right time to come but it just hasn't yet." I whisper, beginning to fidget with my fingers.

Mr. Levine lets out an angered laugh. "It never would've, would it? You would've kept making me believe you're another woman that I can trust!"

I sink into my chair as he grows louder. I don't fear him, but I hate being yelled at. "I'm sorry." I say as my bottom lip shakes.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to scare you." He kind of frowns, apologetic. "What's sorry going to do, though? Fix the fact that..." he stops what he's saying and leans down, slamming his hands down on the table. "Fix the fact that you know what turns me on? I'm your professor, Ada." He whispers the last part with his head lowered and his eyes pointed up at me.

Now that he's closer to me, i can see that the bags under his eyes have begun to reside. Awh, good. "It's not-"

"Stop." He demands in a gravelly voice, flexing his hand out of anger on the table. He drops his head and scoffs at the situation. "It's fucking weird. Is that why you were repeatedly calling me sir last week? To get a reaction out of me?"

I draw in a deep breath and nod slowly. "I wanted to know if it was true."

"That's too far, Ms. Ford." He explains, his voice back to calm now as he brings his eyes to meet mine again.