My College Professor (R.S.L)

Chapter 3

My first month in New York flew by in the blink of an eye. Everything fell into place, almost like a puzzle. I managed to get down a routine for the days I had classes, including getting all my homework done on Friday so my weekend was free. 

But that wasn't an easy task. 

All my professors were piling on the homework, stressing me out to no end. I managed to do it, though. I had already done all nighters, but it needed to be done. I was and always would be a straight A student. My GPA could not waver. 

Ross and I had gotten...closer, you could say. After we talked, it was like we just couldn't stop. When we weren't in class, we were talking. We would try to meet in secret, where we knew no one from school would see us. A lot of our time together was spent in his apartment. 

There was only one downside. 

My feelings for him were getting stronger. 

It took all my strength not to just grab him and kiss him senseless. He was fighting himself as well. I noticed his jaw would clench and his hands would turn into fists whenever we "accidentally touched." But it just made no sense to me. How could a twenty-five year old man, like an eighteen year old girl? 

In my head, all I could think about was what people might say if they found out about our night together. I would most likely be called a slut, a whore, for sleeping with my professor. Or I only slept with him to secure my grades.

But that was far from true. 

I truly liked him. I had never felt like this before, like I was on top of the world. When I talked, he actually listened. He didn't pretend to listen, just nodding a long so we could hook up. He genuinely cared about me. It was just hard to watch him talk in front of the classroom, when all my mind was doing was imagining different scenarios of us in bed. 

It made it incredibly hard to actually concentrate. 

Like now. 

All we were doing was watching a documentary, but I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was watching along, but the way he leaned back in his chair...he was killing me. 

Reaching into my bag, I grabbed my phone and clicked on Ross' contact. 

Stop it...

I watched a moment later as he looked at his phone, smirking so slightly that I was probably the only one who noticed it. 

Stop what?

I bit my lip, glancing around to make sure no one was looking. You know what.

The projector shutting off caused me to jump slightly, locking my phone and shoving it back in my bag. The intercom cackled to life, followed by a voice. "We apologize for this inconvenience, but we are experiencing power outages all over campus. We hope to regain electricity in a few hours, but for now, we suggest everyone return to their respective dorms. Classes have been canceled for the rest of the day." 

Cheers erupted around the classroom as the intercom shut off. Ross laughed, getting to his feet. "You heard her. We'll finish off the documentary next week and follow it off with a quiz. Have a good day, guys." 

I remained in my seat as everyone else filed out of the classroom. Ross was gathering his belongings, stuffing them into his briefcase. "I don't think I can do this anymore." I said. 

His head snapped up, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Do what?"

I bit my lip. "Be your friend."

He blanched. "Erin, what are you talking about? Did I do something?" 

"No, it's not you." I murmured, getting to my feet. I pulled him into the closet in the corner of the room, giving us privacy. "It's so hard being your friend, when I want to be more. And honestly, that terrifies me. Wanting you terrifies me, because it's wrong. You're my professor and I'm just your student-"