Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

Five

Wednesday

I woke up, excited for math.

Math.

You heard me correctly.

Math.

Math was one class closer to seeing Tony. He's consumed my thoughts and I crave insight into his life. I hardly know anything about him. I want that to change. I want to know who took my virginity.

I need to know.

I dressed up for my classes today. I was wearing skin-tight jeans that accentuated my curves in all the right places. I opted for a black, long sleeve, crop top. To top it off I chose to wear ankle boots and I french braided my hair.

I packed extra perfume in my backpack, just to make sure I smelled nice for Tony.

Becca complimented my appearance when she met me for our coffee break in between our classes. "Who are you dressing up for?"

"Nobody in particular, trying to mingle." I casually shrugged as I took a sip of my coffee.

"Mhm," Becca eyed me suspiciously. "What ever happened to the mystery man?"

"Not sure where that's going to lead." I hated lying to her, but I couldn't jeopardize anyone's career. It just felt wrong.

Becca nodded, convinced by my response. We changed the topic by people watching. Twenty minutes passed as we judged fellow college goers. "Her shorts are way to far up her ass crack. She might shit and not even know it." Becca giggled.

"I can't disagree." I was interrupted by a reminder popping up on my phone, signaling that we should head to english.

Becca and I walked side by side. She told me about her first class, but I couldn't focus. My mind was consumed by Tony and the way his tattoos sculpted his biceps, how his lips formed my name.

"Earth to Lilly?" She teased after I didn't respond.

"Huh?" I snapped my head in her direction.

"Thinking about the mystery man aren't ya?" Becca teased and playfully punched my shoulder.

I blushed, "Don't say it too loud!"

Becca chuckled as the two of us entered the classroom. We were on the later side today so most of the seats were occupied. "I don't see a lot of open seats." Becca stood on her tiptoes, surveying the room.

"There's two seats in the front." I suggested. Becca nodded and the two of us slid into the seats, just in time for the start of class. I rushed to prepare my desk. I was mentally ready to check Tony out and get educated.

Even though literature wasn't my favorite thing, writing was. My dream job would be journalism. I'd love to travel and write about my adventures.

The sound of shoes hitting the hardwood floor, snapped me out of my daydreams. Tony, or his professional name, Professor Phillips, stood at the head of the classroom, looking at all of the students.

"Hello class." Professor Phillips said cheerfully as he turned around and began to set up his briefcase on the desk.

Moments passed until he looked up towards the back of the classroom again. I could see his eyes flicking back and forth. Was he looking for me? I adjusted my posture and pretended to act disinterested. I picked up a pen and scribbled gibberish down into my notebook to make it seem like I was preoccupied.

I refused to look up until he began the lecture. "Alright, today I've prepared a powerpoint about one of the first time periods of literature and language that we will study during this semester." The lights shut off and I blankly stared at the board in front of me.