Hard To Love (Professor / Student)

Are They All The Same?

Ness POV: A Few Hours Later

I wake up, lying down on a soft, beige couch. I pick my head up looking around the unfamiliar place.

"Relax. You're not in any danger" A voice says. I turn my head towards the sound and my eyes meet Professor O'Shea's.

"Um, why am I here?" I ask, sitting up on the couch

"You fell asleep on my lap in the gym. I wasn't sure where else to bring you."

"Why didn't you just take me back to my dorm?" I ask.

"That would have been weird explaining that to everyone on campus why I was carrying one of my students..."

"Oh. Uh.... I'm sorry for ruining your shirt" I mutter, looking at his mascara stained white button.

"Don't worry about it. I have 5 more identical shirts" He says.

"I should get going. It's pretty late" I begin to stand and Professor O'Shea cuts me off.

"Stay for a bit." He says

"Look Professor.." I begin and he cuts me off.

"Outside of the classroom please call me Mark"

"Look...Mark, you're my teacher! I mean don't get me wrong you're super hot, but we should keep it professional." I say and I can see the hurt in his eyes.

"You don't want this?"

"If it were a different situation, yeah I would"

"Than who cares? Why not give it a try?" He asks.

"Look, Mark, my dating record is kinda shitty. I don't want to drag you into this mess."

"I'm not looking for a pity date. I'm looking for something real. And I think we could have that." He says.

"Okay. One date" I say and he smiles.

"One date. Let me take you out on a real date tomorrow night."

"A Wednesday night date?"

"Sure why not?"

"Uh okay, where are we going?"

"You'll see just dress comfortably." He says and I smile slightly. "What's the smile for?"

"Whenever I went on dates with Logan or Matt, I always had to dress nicely like in a dress or a fucking sweater or something."

"You're the most beautiful girl in any room and should be able to wear whatever you want."

"Well I will see you tomorrow, Professor O'Shea" I say, smiling slightly as he moans, shaking his head.

For the rest of the night I lie in bed anticipating the date tomorrow night. Where is he taking me? What should I wear? Is he just playing with my head or does he truly like me? Why would he like me? I've been nothing but rude and mean to him since he's gotten here. All that thinking but me to sleep and I wake up the next morning, refreshed for a change. Coach Belton cancelled practice for the day due to a NCAA meeting so I decide to dress up a little. Hey, I'm a girl, why not look like one for a change, right? I straighten my long brown hair, putting a thick white headband in it, pushing my bangs back. Along with a pair of dark washed jeans, a pair of dark brown combat boots, beige boot socks, and a cute light pink sweater. I smile at my appearance and walk down to Evan's place. Evan and I have the same math class. 

"Evan!" I yell pounding on the door. "Let's go! We are going to be late!" Right before my fist makes contact with the door, it opens and I hit Evan's chest.