"Turn to page 22." I brushed my hair back behind my face. I was a total wreck. I just threw on some jeans and a button up and flip flops. I did nothing with my hair. I just simply threw it in a messy bun.
"Are you alright?" Aaron asked me. I looked up at him. His eyes. Something about them sent something weird down my spine.
"What?"
"I said-"
"Yeah. I'm okay...good....I'm alright."
"No you're not." I looked out to the class. Class. There was no class. Everybody was gone.
"Where did the class go?"
"The bell rang 2 minutes ago."
"Oh...I- I'm just having a bad day that's all." He knew I was lying but he didn't say anything else but nod his head.
"If you say so professor.." He said and looked at me again.
"Professor... Why you crying?"
"I'm not crying" I said and wiped my face and felt wetness. I was crying.
"It's-I- " Then I just broke down. "I don't know" I sobbed. He gently placed his hand on my leg.
"My husband... He-he... I just don't know..." More tears spilt out of my eyes.
"I understand Professor." He lightly rubbed my leg and stood up. I chuckled and wiped my eyes.
"Why am I explaining this to you? You're just a kid." I stood up. Nigga was like 7 feet.
He looked taken back for a minute.
"No not like that.. I didn't mean... I just can't explain anything right now."
"I understand Professor. I get it. You going through something in your life"
"Yeah. I guess you can put it like that."
"And plus you too beautiful to cry." He smiled.
"You're just saying that to cheer me up."
"Did it?"
"Yeah it actually did." I laughed and smiled.
"Let's not tell anyone about this.... Okay?"
"Your secret is safe with me Professor."
"Call me Jewel. Professor sounds too old now."
"How old are you by the way?"
"Have you ever heard of the term-"
"I know. Don't ever ask a lady her age. But still. How old you is? 24?"
"Do I look that young?" I giggled lightly.
"No boy. I'm 45."
"ZAMMMMM! 45? Professor you ain't look that old!"
"Really? My son always tells me I look old."
"Well your son was Lyin to ya Professor... Jewel I mean. "
"How old is your son?"
"19"
"How many kids do you have?"
"3"
"How many kids do you have?"
"1. Rest her soul."
"Aw. I'm Sorry to here about that Aaron."
"How did she/he die?"
"I was in a gang a while back And let's just say it was rivalry and they shot her."
"Wow... Aaron I'm so sorry..." I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah I'm sorry too. Sorry I even.... Never mind."
"No say it."
"Why am I even explaining this to you. You're just an adult." He joked using my line on me. I laughed and he smirked.
"You don't have a class?" He asked changing the subject.
"Aaron.... Tell me." I begged.
"Naw.. You ain't wanna hear it.. It's too tragic and disgusting."
"Tell me please." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Alright.. If you insist."
What do you think Aaron is going to say?☕️☕️
They hit it off pretty well.
What the hell is Felix doing? Is he creeping around?
Tell me what you think.
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The Teacher
RomanceCollege professor Jewel Jackson felt as though she needed something else in her life. Her husband and children weren't fulfilling... but her student was.
