Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

One

The sound of rain pattering against the metal rooftop left me in a relaxing state. The smell of grass and dirt filled my nose.

This was the last time, for a long time, that I would be able to do exactly this...

...Laying on the cement floor of the barn in my backyard as the rich scent of the pasture was stirred up by the falling droplets of water.

"Lillian!" My mother's soft voice echoed across the field, calling me.

"Coming!" I shouted back, reluctantly peeling my body off of the ground. I half-walked, half-ran to meet my mother at the patio door. I wanted to savor my last moments at home, but I didn't want a cold from the rain.

Once reaching the door, my mother ushered me in and motioned for me to remove my shoes. "Do you have everything packed Lillian?" She stood a few feet away from me, hands on her hips, and a pointed look glistening in her eyes, examining me.

"Yes mum." I pouted.

"Alright, I don't want you whining about it in the morning." She walked into the kitchen and fastened herself in a spot behind the island. I followed her to the kitchen so I could grab a soda. "That's going to make you stay up all night," She warned without even looking back.

"How'd you know-," I began but was interrupted.

"That's all you ever drink." She sighed, rolling out, what I assumed was pastry dough.

"Mum, don't worry, I'll be well rested for tomorrow's trip." I reassured her before heading to my room.

Nostalgia overwhelmed me as I walked into my childhood bedroom. The purple pastel walls and posters of boy bands were the foundation of everything I've ever done.

I reminisced about my childhood as I folded the remaining stacks of clothes that needed to fit into my suitcases. Most of my furniture, type things, were already in LA with my dad. He drove there this past weekend to set up my dorm room for me.

Once all of the clothes were neatly placed inside of the suitcase, I walked around my room, picking up knickknacks that would make my dorm room feel more at home.

One item in particular caught my eye. It was a small mirror with elaborate designs on the back. My grandmother gave this to me on my tenth birthday and informed me that the mirror was gold plated.

I tucked the mirror in between a couple of shirts to insure that it could survive the trip.

I walked over to my bed and took a seat on the edge. Emotions slowly startled to bubble up inside of me. Tears brimmed my eyes and I vigorously wiped them away, not wanting to feel weak. I took a deep breath and looked down at my wrist. Carefully tracing the scar that went from my hand to a few inches above my elbow, wrapping around my left arm.

A sigh escaped my lips as I let my body fall backwards. My body was cushioned by the various blankets that surrounded me, I let the tears fall and consume me into slumber.

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"Lillian," The sound of my mother's soft, yet harsh voice, accompanied the knocking sound against my door.

A few seconds later she walked in, waking me up completely.

"Get up," She demanded. I groaned as I sat up and stretched. "Go wash up and zip up your bags. We have to leave soon." My mother walked out of the room, glancing behind her as she paused in the doorway.

I grabbed my outfit that I had intentionally left out of my suitcase and made my way to the bathroom across the hall. I stripped out of my clothes and placed them in a pile outside the door so my mother could wash them before we left.

I turned the shower on and looked at my appearance in the mirror as I waited for the water to heat up. My fingers untwisted the braid that, up-until now, had kept my hair in one place. My dark brown hair cascaded down my back and my deep blue eyes were staring at me in my reflection.

Steam began to fog up the mirror, indicating that it was time to get in. I looked in the mirror one last time before getting in.

I massaged shampoo into my scalp, followed by conditioner. The rich scent of mint caused the familiar sensation of my eyes watering to occur. But it hardly mattered because the water from the shower head washed it away.

Then, I used body wash and shaved my legs before getting out and drying off. I changed into my clothes and began to blow dry and style my hair.

Once satisfied with the way I looked, I put some concealer under my eyes and swiped blush across my cheeks before leaving the bathroom.

"Clothes are in the dryer, should be done in a half an hour." My mom's voice echoed off the walls.

"Okay," I responded. I went back in my room and did one last check to make sure I wasn't leaving anything behind. I fiddled with an empty mason jar that at one point had held my pencils.

I sighed, not knowing how to pass the time. I didn't want to unplug my cellphone and I didn't want to sit and stare off into space either because I was afraid I'd get emotional.

So I decided to go out to the barn one more time. Today, it wasn't raining, but it sure was humid. I immediately regretted this decision, knowing my hair would no longer look or feel the same.

I groaned but continued on since I knew the damage was already done. I waved goodbye to the animals that were my childhood best friends; a pony, a donkey, a goat, a dozen chickens and three lambs.

My dog, Sarge, a five-year-old German Shepherd was the one I dreaded leaving the most. "Hi my good boy," I kneeled on the ground and opened up my arms.

He wagged his tail and ran on over to me, showering with me kisses and bad breath. I stayed like this, petting him and rubbing his belly.

Tears brimmed my eyes as the minutes went by. I wasn't sure when I could see him again and he was the only reason I've been dreading leaving home since the beginning of my senior year. "I'll miss you when I'm done." I whispered to him as I scratched behind his ear.

"Lillian!" My mothers voice interrupted my goodbye with Sarge.

"Coming." I groaned. I turned my attention back to Sarge. "Bye boy, I'll see you when I come back buddy." I gave him one last rub and embraced him before heading inside.

"It's time to go sweetie, start packing the car." My mother's voice immediately shouted once I closed the patio door.

I went to the laundry room and grabbed my clothes out of the dryer. I then went to my room and shoved the clothes inside, past the point of caring about neatness. I zipped it up and rolled it out the front door, setting it by the car. I jogged back inside to grab the various other totes and duffle bags stuffed with my belongings.

When I went back outside, I found the trunk to my mom's SUV open, so I placed my things inside. My mom came out, carrying the last of my things, so I waited for her to put them in the car. Once she finished I slid my suitcase in and shut the door.

I hopped into the passenger seat and my mom pulled out of the driveway.

Bye Texas, Hello LA.

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(A/N)
So I recently got inspired to start a book that revolved around the whole theme of professors and sex and yup.

I didn't want to make this the prologue, because some critical information goes down. So this is Chapter one!

I will be updating at least once a week and will still continue to update, the tribulation, which is the second novel in the gang series.

Until the next update...xoxo