Professor Fischbach

Eleven

Part Eleven

I was somewhat surprised when I got a call from Professor Fischbach as Katie and I finished up having lunch together. We almost never talked on the phone, so I couldn't stop myself from being a little concerned when I answered the call.

"Hey," I smiled as I spoke. I convinced myself that it was probably nothing to worry about, and he just wanted to hear my voice.

"Can you come to my office? Now?" Why did his voice sound so urgent? Maybe I should be worried after all...

"Yeah, I guess I can. Why?" Katie was eyeing me, trying to figure out what we were talking about.

"Because there's something you need to see," he told me.

"If this is some kind of joke..."

"It's not, I promise. This is serious, and I'm kind of freaked out. Can you please just come to my office?" My smile had faded into a frown and I could tell that Katie was dying to know what he was saying to me.

"Yeah, I'm already in the building, I'll be up in a minute."

"What the hell was that about?" Katie wondered once I hung up.

"I don't know, Mark's freaking me out. I better go up to his office and figure out what he wants to talk to me about," I decided, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. We went our separate ways and I headed up to his office. I knocked and he let me in, immediately beckoning me over to his desk. There was no friendly greeting - he simply picked up a packet of papers and handed them to me.

"This was in my mailbox when I got back from my last class," he told me. I began reading the papers and I quickly realized why he was so concerned and frantic.

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Professor Fischbach: You're the most mesmerizing twenty-year old I've ever met, and I'm willing to take the risk.

Aria Sanders: Almost twenty-one. So you're completely okay with all of this?

Professor Fischbach: Are you?

Aria Sanders: Yeah, I'm okay with it.

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Professor Fischbach: I wish you had to wear a uniform every day.

Aria Sanders: No real school uniform would ever be this sexy.

Professor Fischbach: It would still be sexy on you.

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Professor Fischbach: You're so bad, do you know that?

Aria Sanders: Sorry, Professor. I just couldn't stop thinking about how hot your moaning was earlier.

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Professor Fischbach: We have this whole place to ourselves, Aria. Might as well get comfortable.

Professor Fischbach: Where do you want me to fuck you?

***

The papers were written like a script and they consisted of typed out conversations that Mark and I had in the past, all of which I had assumed were very private conversations, just between the two of us. Most of them took place in his locked office or in the hallways while they were deserted, and then there were the ones from Halloween night...Who could have possibly been around during all of these moments and why would they feel the need to type them out and give them to Mark?

"Shit. Someone knows about us," I muttered softly, afraid that someone could be listening in on us in that moment.

"They don't just know about us, they have hard core evidence about exactly what's been going on between us! This is fucking insane. Whoever did this would have to practically be stalking us to get all of these conversations," Mark stammered angrily.