Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

Nine

So yesterday I "broke up" with one of the sweetest guys I've ever met in order to chase after my professor.

I'm pathetic.

However my knowledge of my pettiness didn't stop me, as soon as I got up this morning after a long, sleepless night, I dressed in an outfit Tony would certainly approve of, while still covering up my scar. I didn't want to lash out at Tony the way I had to Eric last night.

I left a note for my roomie, asking her about her and her boy toy, before heading off for Tony's house.

I had a special surprise for him as well and couldn't wait to give it to him. Instead of calling a sketchy Uber, I decided to take the bus, like a normal college student who's broke and transportation-less.

It took longer than it should of to reach my destination. I didn't realize how rude and disgusting people are. They pick their nose and scratch their ass and then touch everything on the bus! I felt like I needed a deep cleanse afterwards.

The bus stop didn't drop me at Tony's door either. I had to walk a couple of blocks to get there. When I finally made it, the reality sunk in. What if he wasn't home? Or what if he's with another girl?

But I debated the odds and approached his front door regardless. I rang the doorbell twice and annoyingly peeked through the window.

After a few moments I saw Tony tying a robe around his waist as he neared the front door. I took a step back and tried to relax, suddenly aware of how nervous he makes me feel.

"Lilly?" The door flung open to reveal a damp Tony with soggy hair clinging to the sides of his face. "What are you doing here?"

"I missed you." I awkwardly squeaked due to an unexpected voice crack.

"I saw you yesterday," He prodded.

"I wanted to apologize for how I've been acting. Can I come in now?" I whined, the hot California sun was beginning to take a toll on me.

He stepped aside, ushering me to come inside. I took off my shoes by the door and set my bag near them as well. "Let me just run upstairs and change. Make yourself at home." He dryly said as he turned to run up the stairwell.

I thought he would be happy to see me. Well, after how I treated him Friday he's probably convinced I'm bipolar or just straight up crazy.

As I waited downstairs, I walked around, looking at the many photographs that covered his walls. Most were of him and some woman I had never heard of. However, I didn't want to jump to conclusions considering all that I've done.

I hadn't noticed how much I missed this place. The first time I came, I was feeling the same way but under different circumstances this time.

After another minute or so, I heard the pounding off his feet against the wooden stairwell. I glanced in his direction to find him dressed in sweatpants that were cut just above the knee, and bare on top.

I felt a lump hitch in my throat at the sight of his chiseled upper body that I missed so much. Something about his lazy look, made me find him hotter than ever before.

Tony cleared his throat and nodded his head towards the couch. I nodded in reply, but I took the picture off the wall so that I could ask, I needed to know.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" He huffed, clearly turned off from my presence. Which kind of hurt, a lot.

"Us, what we're doing, this," I held up the frame as I sat down, my index finger pointing towards the blonde in the photo.