Forbidden Desire - (Gal Gadot)

three

4:30 a.m.

Bitch, I can't fucking sleep. What do I even do? I take a look to the left and grab my laptop. The light blinds me as I turn it on. I go onto Google, and search up Gal Gadot.

Why am I stalking my professor? I don't know. I click on the images and I see her pictures for the school. I scroll down, ignoring all the other pictures, and suddenly a suggestive picture of her pops up, which wakes me up.

"Holy shit, she's literally perfect."

Then I ask myself probably for the thousandth time: What the fuck am I getting myself into? I still can't believe I touched her waist, and I never even planned to. Oh, hell... You know what I still can't believe? She had the nerve
to be all like 'maybe you can figure it out' and that got me all types of fucked the fuck up. Thank the Lord and the heavens above that it's Friday. I have work tonight too, shit, I almost forgot. Finally, I shut my laptop and let myself fall back asleep for the last hour and a half maybe.

7:00 a.m.

"Joseph, pass me the whipped cream." I ask, in a tired groan. Jo and I are hanging out at the Starbucks in the food court.

"You know, we could get in trouble for this—"

I pause the whipped cream from coming out of the can and give Jo a death stare. "Do you possibly think I care? We paid the tuition, we get the food and beverage."

He gives me an uneasy look and shrugs. "I don't think that's how it works."

I take a sip, then roll my eyes as he continues to rant about what we are doing.

"What do you think you're doing?" We hear a calm but stern voice from behind us.

"Shit, shit, shit—"

"Relax Joseph, we're fine." I reassured him, but inside, I'm saying the same exact thing. Oh shit, it's her.

We turn around and face Gal, as she's staring at us with a hand on her hip. "Well?"

I raise my cup of hot chocolate and nod. "You want some coffee?"

"Katie- what the fuck?"

My head turns to Jo and I huff. "Joseph it's always a 'what the fuck Katie' with you, chill the fuck out. We're okay."

Gal slowly walks towards us and smiles. "You're not in trouble, it literally says self serve over there."

"Uh.. Um... Would you like anything Professor Gadot?" Jo asks full of panic.

She tilts her head, and says "How sweet of you, I would love a salted caramel iced coffee. Thank you."

Jo runs to the back and begins to work on Gal's order... I think I hear him crying in terror in the back.

"So, what's up?" I try to remain calm and collected, starting up a calm conversation.

Gal sits herself up in a high chair and pats the seat next to her, signaling me to sit there. To my surprise, I was going to reject it, but my ass sat down right on that seat.

"So," I restart, trying to think of what to say... "You're a model?" Oh fuck.

Gal chuckles a little bit then sighs. "I wanted a more serious job, so that's why I'm here."

"Yeah, but, you're a model. Like, legit—"

"I'm flattered, but how did you find out-?"

I stop talking and sit back in embarrassment. "I got to get to know the people I associate with, you know? So I reaearched you around, uhm, four in the morning—"