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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

With all the words I can describe the male population, ignorance would be my favorite.

Ignorance: Lack of knowledge or information.

That is the pure definition of ignorance. But I must say the male population takes that definition to a new level.

They stroll through the halls of this college as if they own it.

They expect people to move and make way for them to walk.

They expect that men will envy you.

They expect women will come to your call and beg for you.

Your ego has gotten to big in your head that nobody can give you a reality check.

In my literature class we were given a essay of your choice. We are given an assignment to write a five page essay of the wrongs in our world.

Ignorance and ego's is the wrong in the world.

People have this fantasy in their heads that everyone will love and adore them. That you are always correct and everyone else is wrong.

"Anna."

"Yes?"

"May I speak with you after class?"

"Yes."

My teacher he is very young for it age to be teaching. He is only twenty-six and is a college professor.

Me and him are seven years apart. And word from the girls who gossip say he is single.

Single.

I am single. But I have no interest in my teacher.

Yes, I can agree with some of the girl population at my school who say he is cute. Others say he is sexy and would be magic in bed.

But all I agree on is him being cute.

Him having brown hair with brown eyes and a good tan some people would love to have is impressive to some it is not enough to impress me.

Class is ending and I am regretting agreeing to stay and talk with him.

But did I really have a choice in the matter. After all he is my professor.

I could just make an excuse to leave and not stay.

After I realization draws upon me and class has ended and it is just him and I.

Alone.

After class.

Collecting my computer I put it in my bag and scurry to the door trying to be unseen while he is in his office.

But fail miserably.

I hit a pen someone left on the ground which the pen hits the trash can and makes a loud clank sound which informs him of me making a departure.

"Where you trying to leave my class Anna?"

He asks me this without looking up and walking to his desk in front of the class room.

Having the option of lying or telling the truth.

"Yes." I hear my self say.

"And my I ask why you are trying to leave after you said we may have a talk after class?"

Shoot.

Okay think of a plan.

Hurry.

Don't be to long or he'll know.

"Anna? Are you thinking of something to say?"

Shit.

I look down to the ground not wanting to see him.

"Anna were you going to lie to me?" I hear foot steps coming closer to me until they stop in front of me.

I look up at him.

His eyes looking directly into mine.

I close my eyes trying to relax my nerves.

Feeling his tall figure reach to my hight he whispers into my ear.

"Were you going to lie to me?"

I gulp not out of being scared or nervous. Just as a normal action.

As a third person point of view I can see how this would look. A teacher and a student having some type of romantic relationship.

But they would be very wrong.

I can even picture the rumors starting by the girls.

And he also losing his job. But by the way he talks to me while we are alone I feel as if he doesn't even care losing it.

"Mr. Adams," I start off while putting some distance between us which I hope he doesn't close.

"Is there a certain reason that you want to talk to me after class?"

A distraction. A reason to get him back on the whole point of me being here in the first place.

"A certain reason."

"Yes, a certain reason you have me staying after class to talk to you when I could be getting home and missing all of the traffic this wonderful city has to offer."

He chuckles.

He chuckles as I had said something funny.

"And Mr. Adams, may I ask what is so funny?"

"You."

"Me?" I say utterly confused.

"Yes, you."

"I'm sorry I didn't think I said something that funny."

"Your perspective of the world is funny. The essay I assigned the class, 'What is Wrong with the World' you put ignorance and ego's. Which I find very funny."

"And why would my perspective of the world amuse you?"

"In your essay you put that the male population were mostly caught up with their ego's. And you also said that the male population had a problem with ignorance."

"Yes you are correct. The male population is obsessed with their ego's and they are ignorant. What is your point to this conversation?"

"My point is that women have the same problem." He says it is a fact.

"Yes I must say that women also have ignorance but, it never stated in the assignment that is had to be argumentative."

"Yes, indeed you are correct."

"Now my question to you Mr. Adams when did your literature class become debate class?"

"I do not know."

We stare at each other for a few seconds which felt like minutes. And I didn't realize during our little 'debate' he has moved closer to me.

Our sudden stare down is interrupted with someone knocking on the door and entering.

I move back a few steps with my bag in my hand.

"Mr. Adams... Oh, did I interrupt something in here?"

"No." I say quickly trying to get rid of any thoughts this person might have.

"No," I say again slowly. "I was just about to leave."

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