Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

Four

I raised a fist and gently hit it against the door. A few minutes later Tony answered. He was wearing basketball shorts that fit low on his hips, showing the band of his boxers. A faded beige shirt clinged to his upper body.

He moved out of the way, allowing me to enter. After he shut the door he led me to the living room. We sat down on the couch, a respectable distance apart. I looked down at my hands, not knowing what to say.

"Listen Lilly," Tony sighed. "As much as I wish for the contrary, what happened last night, can't happen again."

"I know," I refused to look at him.

Tony shifted his body so that he was no longer facing me. His back was pressed against the couch and he leaned his head back. "How old are you?" He blurted.

"How old are you?" I reciprocated, not wanting to tell him my age first.

"You are so stubborn." Tony chuckled and looked back at me. Our eyes met. "Twenty-eight."

My eyes grew wide, "Oh."

"I think you owe it to me to tell me your age now." Tony urged.

"I-I'm nineteen."

Tony's eyes practically popped out of his head. "Fuck," He sighed. "How'd someone so young learn to move like that?"

"What can I say, I'm a natural."

Tony gave me a pointed look, a smile creeped along his lips but he instantly wiped it off. "Last night was unforgettable."

"It was." I admitted.

"How does a nineteen year old know how to make someone feel so damn good?"

My heart skipped a beat and I felt the same butterflies from the previous night in my stomach. "I guess I'm a natural at that too. I never had sex with anyone before you." I sheepishly admitted.

"I took your virginity?" Tony gasped. "Damnit. Why didn't you stop me?" He sat up and moved closer to me.

"I didn't want you to stop." I said confidently. "I wanted it as much as you did."

"Fuck." Tony moved away from me again. "You have this effect on me," He paused, looking into my eyes, "I saw you from across the room and instantly knew that there was something special about you. The way you moved on the dance floor, shit." He breathed out loudly from his nose.

I didn't know how to respond. I felt his eyes go to the scar on my left arm. I didn't want to be obvious but I moved it behind me casually.

"What's on your arm?" He scooted closer to me, grabbing my arm from behind me. He traced the indents on my arm with his thumb, sending shivers down my spine.

"N-nothing." I pulled my arm away. I tried to redirect the conversation, "What's going to happen?" I huffed impatiently.

"Nothing. I'm your teacher, you're my student. Whatever we could of had, can't happen." Tony waited for my response.

"Okay," I extended my hand. He looked at it confused. "Shake on it."

Tony blushed and grasped my hand in his. The warmth from his hands caused goosebumps to appear on my arms. I pulled my arm away.

"The conversation about your arm isn't over." Tony stood up to walk me out.

"That's not a typical student-teacher conversation. Seems a little," I paused, childishly grinning, "...inappropriate."

Tony shook his head, fighting the amusement hidden in his expression. "Go on, get some rest. I'll see you Wednesday in class." He opened the door.

"See you Wednesday," I paused in the doorway for dramatic effect, "in class."

Tony genuinely laughed at my foolishness and shook his head. "Goodnight Lilly."

"Goodnight Tony."

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My eyes reluctantly opened at the sound of my alarm beeping in the morning. Becca groaned and rolled over in her sleep, putting a pillow over her head. "Tuurn it oofffff." She mumbled.

I sat up and climbed down the ladder connecting my bed to the floor. I smacked around the desk as I shielded my eyes from the bright lights streaming in through the window. After a few moments I was successful. I sighed and ran my fingers through my knotted hair.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes drawn to the scar. Don't let it get to you. Don't let him get to you. Forget.

I tied my hair into a messy bun before grabbing a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt. I figured I'd let Becca sleep in, her first class of the day started an hour after mine.

I picked up my toiletry bag and shoved my belongings into the duffel bag I designated as my bathroom bag.

The bathroom was empty when I arrived. It was five in the morning. What college student wants to wake up this early? None. However I figured I'd get to my first class early to scope out a good seat near an outlet.

I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the cold water. "Ah!" I jumped back into the changing area of the stall to avoid the ice cold water pouring from the shower head.

I stood there shivering until I deemed it safe to try again. My big toe was the unlucky one who got to see if the water was warm enough yet. Fortunately it was.

I started to hum, quietly at first because I knew I was the only one in the bathroom. Before long I began to sing louder. It's one of the talents I have that I don't talk about often. When I was a little girl, I used to sing for my parents as they prepared meals. The animals heard a fair share of my singing as well. Every time I fed them or brushed them, I would sing to calm them down.

I stopped singing when I turned the shower off. I wrapped my towel around me and figured I could change near the sinks.

Boy was I mistaken.

As soon as the curtain was opened, two guys appeared in front of me. Devilish smirks were plastered on their faces. I tried my best to hide myself from these perverts.

I slid the curtain shut, knowing it would only buy me a little time. I used this time to slip my shirt over my head and pull my underwear up. As I reached for my leggings the curtain was pulled back.

My first instinct was to run, I couldn't.
My second instinct was to scream, nobody would hear it.
My third instinct was to fight, and fight was what I did.

I lunged at the man closest to me, kneeing him where the sun doesn't shine. He fell to the ground, choking and groaning. I looked at the second man, who looked a little hesitant to approach me. But he was an idiot.

I ran over to him and kneed him as well. Making sure to grab a fistful of his hair on his way down.

The two men laid on the floor, crying and shaking like babies. I took a second to admire my work before slinging my bag over my shoulder and going back to the room.

Becca was still asleep when I returned so I used that time to pull on my leggings and to slip into a sports bra.

Once I thought I was presentable enough, I got my books and various school supplies together. I quickly wrote Becca a note, wishing her a good day and rushed out of the room.

Luckily, a coffee stand was open, so I didn't hesitate to order the strongest thing they had. The barista looked as exhausted as I did so I gave her a generous tip before walking towards my class.

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(A/N) Is that really the end of Tony and Lilly?

Comment some ship names!

Until the next update...xoxo