Professor?

Chapter 4.

The Trip

*Somedays Later*

Narrator's Point of View.

Zaheer was ready for the trip; the bus was scheduled to leave at 1 p.m  She boarded quietly, choosing a seat near the front, settling into the second row. Most of her classmates and acquaintances headed straight for the back seats, filling the bus with laughter and chatter that gave the whole vehicle a lively buzz. Zaheer preferred to sit at the second seat on the bus.

A few minutes later, Ms. Blake entered the bus. Her thick, dark locks were styled in a neat man bun, highlighting her high cheekbones and sharp jawline. She wore a simple  white polo tee, which contrasted with her fitted black jeans and black Derby boots. Around her neck and wrists, silver and gold jewelry caught in the     light  enhancing her warm complexion. 

"Alright, class," Ms. Blake began, her voice calm but firm. "I trust you all remembered to bring your pens and paper?" Her gaze swept across the rows of students, pausing briefly as her eyes met a warm, familiar pair of brown eyes that made her pause for a second. She quickly turned away, seeming almost flustered, but regained her composure as the students responded.

She waited a few moments longer, allowing the last few students to board, before signaling to the driver that it was time to go. 

Zaheer settled into her seat, pulling out her iPad to work on one of her sketches. Her fingers moved  swiftly across the screen as she lost herself in her art. She loved these quiet moments where she could let her creativity flow, even the background noise of her classmates.

But someone else's attention was fixed on her. Jada, sitting a few seats away, couldn't seem to take her eyes off Zaheer. She watched her intently, occasionally glancing away whenever Zaheer shifted in her seat. "Why the fuck is she looking at me for?," Zaheer  thought.

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Eventually everyone had arrived at the company while one of the employees were giving everyone tours around the building . "I need to go to the bathroom," Zaheer said.  

"To the left, down the hall," the employee said.

Zaheer continued walking as she entered the bathroom, realizing that no one else was inside. She washed her face, not noticing when Ms. Blake slipped in behind her and began washing her hands. Some soap accidentally landed on Ms. Blake's pants.

"Fuck," she mumbled, grabbing a napkin to clean the mess. Just as Zaheer walked past and opened the door to leave, the door jammed, and they found themselves stuck.

"The door's stuck," Zaheer said.

"I don't think so," Ms. Blake replied. "Let me try." She pulled on the handle, but it was no use.

Frustrated, she took out her phone and called for help. "This is Ms. Blake. I'm stuck in the bathroom with a student," she said, sighing in irritation. Under her breath, Ms. Blake muttered, "These  Niggas..."

An hour had passed, and nobody had come to check on them.

"So, why did you choose engineering?" Ms. Blake asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't even know," Zaheer answered truthfully. "Because I was bored as fuck " she added, playing with the rings on her finger.

Ms. Blake let out a small chuckle, the raspiness   of her voice filled the room. "That's crazy. But if you're passionate about engineering, give it a try. For me personally, I like teaching engineering, you know," Ms. Blake said.

It went silent again, with a lot of tension building up between them.

"Hey, Ms. Blake-," Zaheer said, turning around and immediately looking at Ms. Blake's dark, two-toned lips. Then, Zaheer gave in to her intrusive thoughts and kissed her. Their tongues moved in sync, as if they both wanted each other.