The Professor

Chapter 9- The Professor

Chapter 9

My eyes open, I look around, not recognizing my apartment. Where am I? My head aches from drinking too much last night. All I remember is going into the house, did I ever get out?

I'm never drinking ever again, especially because that was my first time ever consuming that much alcohol. I feel like throwing up, but I know it's just the hangover.

I feel a hand grip my waist, my eyes widen. Who the hell has their hand gripped on my waist? Yep, never drinking ever again. Goddamned Grace Anderson.

I begin to freak out. Did I lose my virginity? Yeah, yeah I'm a virgin, get over it. I believe every ones first time should be special, especially myself.

I slowly, turn myself around, trying not to wake whoever is next to me up. My eyes close, scared to find out who it is. Don't be scared, just open them. My eyes open, I want to scream, I'm pissed at myself.

When the hell did I come to Bryant's house or most importantly, how the hell did I get to Bryant's house?

At least I know who it is and he's not a complete stranger. I look under the covers, o thankfully have clothes on. But I don't remember wearing a sweat jacket. Bryant must've given it to me because it smells exactly like him, which smells amazing.

I silently laugh at myself, God Clarence what the hell have you do?

I go to take his hand off of me, but I'm actually enjoying watching him peacefully sleep. His muscles are so peaceful, they're not tense like they're usually when he's around me.

Little pieces of hair stick out of his head from bedhead which is adorably cute. Man, what have you done to me Bryant Johnson?

Suddenly his eyes flutter open, all his muscles go tense, his peacefulness drops, and he quickly takes his arm off my waist, making me feel lonely now.

I take the covers off and get up out of the bed, so does he. He has on a muscle shirt that shows up his muscles, which makes me stare for awhile. I must've been just staring for too long because he then raises a brow.

He raises a brow at me. "U-uh sorry." I say quietly.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asks, nervously itching his head as he walks closer to me.

The thing is that i don't remember a thing at all from last night. Oh god, what did I do? "Nope, not at all."

He runs a hand through his hair, turning his head a little bit, a small purplish and pinkish mark is on his neck. My eyes widen. "Did I do that?" I say, walking closer, putting my finger on the hickey. As I touch him, his muscles tense up.

"Yes, but I stopped you from doing anything else. I wouldn't let anything happen while you were clearly not in a sober state." He says, chucking at the end.

I laugh quietly while smiling. "Thank you for that." I say, thanking him for not taking advantage of me.

A few hours pass by and I'm still at his apartment, I should've left earlier but we've been having a good time since we woke up. Here we are, eating pizza and drinking coke while talking about ourselves.

"So, tell me about your parents." He continues to ask my questions.

I laugh quietly, shaking my head while biting my pizza and wiping my face off. "That is something I will tell you another day." I say, not wanting to bring up about what happened to my mother and about my dad abusing me.

"I understand." He states while taking a bite of my pizza.

"Listen Bryant, i should go, I don't think I should stay here any longer." I speak up, standing up and throwing away my paper plate.

He nods in understanding. "I'll walk you out." He says while getting up and walking me towards the door.

Just as I'm about to walk out, he stops me by grabbing my wrist. "I just wanted you to know that I missed you." He states while looking me in the eyes.

My heart flutters, but slowly breaks every second he's touching me. "Goodbye Bryant." I say, slowly running my hand along his hand.

He looks at me, I can tell his eyes are full of emotion and his body goes a little weak. I give him a slight sad smile, while walking out of the door.

What the hell is this guy doing to me?