Teach me (L. Hemmings Smut FF)

Chapter 45

The rest of the classes were pretty much me thinking about Architecture and how weird that hour was.
"You ok? You seem a little off.." Charlotte says sipping on her drink.
"Yeah, I'm ok." I lie. I'm not ok, i wish i stop seeing Luke. It's been 10 months since he died and it still hurtd that i didn't get to say goodbye. This whole thing is messed up.

"You bette be, you saw how hot our common professor is. This year will be awesome. I bet you thank the gods above for the mistake with your major." She says and my heart starts pumping faster. I wish i knew how he looked though.

"What do you mean? He's not that hot." I say hopin she will start describing his features.
"Haha, you're funny. I saw the way you looked at him, ou thought he is hot. And by the way he looked at you, i think he did too. " she laughs and Jake aproves nodding.

"Yeah. He's young blonde and blue eyed, i bet he's your type." Jake adds. "No guys, he's our professor, it would be weird and no, that's not my type." I lie about everything. It's not like i didn't have a relationship with my blonde and blue eyes teacher.

"Well that's good, maybe I'm our type." Andy, Jake's roommate intrudes and i roll my eyes laughing. I can't lie, he's good looking. Tall, brown eyes and dirty blonde hair, but i'm just not interested.

"Not even if you were the last guy on the planet." I joke and they all laugh.
I excuse myself and go to the ladies room as i drank too much soda. After i use the toilet, i wash my hands and then i whipe under my eyes as the make up leaked a little. I fix my hair and ge out of there just to see our Architecture professor in line to order something.

All i see is Luke standing in line. He looks around and we make eye contact. I gulp as those blue eyes rip me apart, i can't- i can't think straight. He's Luke, he's standing there staring at me.

I hear my group of new friends laughing and giggling and i quickly look at them. When i look back i see the man turning around and leaving.
"y/n? Where are you going?" I hear Charlotte asking but my feet pull me towards him.

I open the door and look right and left to see where he went. I make quick steps towards him.
"Luke?" I ask and he stops a little from walking just enough totale ny breath away. I make another step towards him and he start walking again. I furrow my brows. I don't understand. Why isn't he turning around? I want to run to him, to see for myself what the heck is happening and t see if he is really Luke and not some other messed up invision of mine, but my heart presses so hard on my chest i just can't walk.

"Hey, come back inside. It's chilly. What were you doing chasing Mr. Peterson like that?" Charlotte asks me and i just look a his car movin away from us.
"Nothing." I say sighing and going back inside.

"Are you sure you're ok?" She asks and i nod. The guys give me weird looks. "I needed some fresh air." I say not really sure how to explain the sudden outburst.

"I should go back to our dorm, it's pretty late anyway." I say and Charlotte offers to come too, but i tell her that i could really use some time alone and mean it.

When i go in my room, all i can think about is my professor. Why am i seeing Luke? I jus hope it's not like in that crazy dream of mine and I'm actually going mad.

As the night passes i hear
Charlotte coming in but i pretend I'm sleeping. I barely fall asleep though. It bugs me the thought that he's Luke. If it was him, why isn't he saying something to me? Why is he acting like he doesn't know me? That's why i can't say he's really Luke, he wouldn'd do this, he wouldn't do this to me.

As hard as i fall asleep, as hard I'm waking up now. I only start at 9 today and have Free Drawing class and than two hours of Architecture. I take a shower and apply some make up hiding those black bags under my eyes from not sleeping too much.
I love Mrs Paulson, she gives the best advices when it comes to drawing and I think this will be my favorite class this year.