If I Said I Loved You

Chapter 2

"Did you need something, Professor Callaway?"

He looked up from his desk chair and cocked his brow, giving me a playful smile.

"Sorry. Professor Cal?"

He chuckled and stood up, wiping today's lesson off the chalkboard.

"How have you been as of late Esmé?"

I tilted my head, that question being the last thing I expected him to say.

"I've been alright."

He stuttered cleaning the board for a moment, but swiftly continued before putting down the eraser and dusting the chalk from his hands.

 "Is that so?"

I hummed in response and he picked up a piece of paper with my name on it.

"Do you know what this is Esmé?"

I shook my head and he handed me the paper. It had my name written on it.

"These are the results from your last 4 exam prep tests."

I shot a glance up at him, confused as to why he thought he should bring that up, and chose right now to do it.

"I also, kind of unnecessarily, took it upon myself and looked at your grades. They're slipping as of late."

He cleared his throat, shutting his laptop that he had left open, and walked in front of me, leaning onto his desk just a few inches away.

"However, your test scores are all straight 100's, and all your homework is labeled as 'missing'."

I looked down at the floor surprised he picked up on such a detail and decided to call me out on it.

He noticed my reaction and furrowed his brows, thinking a bit.

"Do you like coffee Esmé?"

"What?" I was surprised by that question as well, and it immediately made me look up at him.

He handed me a small card with a coffee shop address on it.

"This place has really good coffee and serves the best Danishes on Thursdays. I highly recommend it."

He shot me a quick smile before packing up his computer bag.

"Well, that was all Esmé. Head on over to your next class and I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded, as he walked out of the lecture hall, leaving me standing there alone.

I slowly made my way to the door and reached to open it, but paused, my hand twitching over the handle.

"But.. I don't have your class tomorrow."

I quickly whipped out my phone and checked today's date.

"...Wednesday."

I blushed a bit, my face flushing, and quickly gathered myself before walking out and heading to another building where my next class was, and where Kayden also waited for me.

Maybe.. I'm just thinking too much into it.

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Need to use the bathroom? Drink water? EAT??

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I made it to molecular science and made my way over to Kayden who sat there, taking out her class materials for the lab today.

When she noticed me, she immediately smirked and wiggled her eyebrows.

"So.. how'd it go??"

She nudged my arm as I sat down on the stool next to her.

"What on earth are you on about?"

She frowned huffing her shoulders. "What do you mean, 'What am I on about'?"

I gave her an unamused look and she threw her head back and sighed.

"Esmé.. you're so boring."

I rolled my eyes and took out my gloves, throwing a pair at her face.

They fell into her hands and she looked at me, rubbing her nose and pouting.

"He just talked to me about my classwork."

She smiled cocking her eyebrows up and down.

"What? Do you need a tutor?~ Or perhaps, need to figure out a way to get your grades up? Hm?~"

I raised my hand as the teacher walked in and Kayden immediately snatched my arm.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I held my gaze on Mrs. Cunningham who still didn't notice my 'attempting to be suppressed' arm.

"I'm asking to switch seats."

"Noo... you're so mean."

I finally let her take my hand down and we took out the rest of our study materials.

"Okay everyone, we're going to look at some Molecules today. Can anyone guess what?"

Professor Cunningham looked over at the 2 boys snickering at the back of the class before one of them raised their hand.

"Put your hand down Darius."

The two boys laughed and she smiled shaking her head, trying to keep a professional demeanor instead of laughing.

Suddenly, Michael walked in, tie, loose, and his collar slightly lower than it should be. The tiniest smudge of lipstick on his lower neck.

"Late Michael?"

He looked over at her and shrugged. 

"Sorry Mrs. C"

She nodded, "It's alright. Would you like to guess what kind of molecules we'll be looking at today?"

He looked at the board and answered before walking over to his table and pulling out the stool.

"Nucleic acids."

She smiled. "Correct! Can anyone tell me why he's correct?"

She looked at the apparent no-handed crowd and called on someone at random.

Wanna guess my luck?

"Hm... Esmé. Wanna give it a go?"

I looked up from the scratch paper that I was writing my name on.

"Last week we were talking about DNA and RNA, carrying genetic information, and you made this face plus a 'trying to be mysterious' comment, that gave away what our lab would be about."

The class snickered as she sighed and smiled, admitting she couldn't keep a secret at all.

"I did do that, didn't I?"

Another student spoke up. "Every time, Mrs. C"

The class laughed again before she nodded.

"Okay okay, everyone put on your lab coats, and glasses, and grab your instruments. Let's start your lab!"