Hard To Love (Professor / Student)

Scott

"Ugh! Mike why did you let me drink so god damn much?!" I ask while rolling around on the couch with a monster of a headache.

"Take some Advil, eat a Pork Roll sandwich and get over it little freshman." He says while tossing me my jacket. "I have class. And Mark has been calling since 8:00 this morning, so you should probably call him."

I start walking back up the path to my dorm room. I make it to my building and start the  perfidious walk up the three flights of stairs to my room. Finally, after the seventh try, my door unlocks and I move robotically to my bed after changing into a comfy grey sweatshirt with a pair of black booty shorts. Just as I pull down the shades the phone rings. Thinking that it will eventually stop, I ignore the phone and lie down to get some rest before the game tonight at seven, but no. The phone continually rings engulfing the room in the music of Luke Bryan's Drink A Beer.

"This better be important." I mutter into the phone 

"So she lives." Mark says laughing a bit on the other end.

"If you want to live you'll make this phone call quick." I warn

"Ooo, aren't we a tad snippy this morning."

"Shut up Mark. What do you want?"

"Just open the door." He says and hangs up the phone. I take my time getting out of my bed and trudge over to the door. Behind it reveals a handsome looking Mark, in his black slacks, light blue button down accompanied with a dark blue tie, a tie that brings out the outer blue lining of his mixed hazel eyes. In his hands is a small white paper bag full of what I am assuming is food. "Are you going to invite me in or am I just going to stand here while all your peers judge me?"

I roll my eyes and step aside.

"Loving the shorts" He whispers, purposely letting his hand swing, grazing my exposed thighs. "I brought you a pork roll, egg and cheese sandwich with a giant blue Gatorade. I know what it is like, so I figured this would help."

"Thank you. It means a lot." I say, smiling up at him. We end up splitting the sandwich and sit around, watching the sports channel and talking. Turns out he is a huge soccer and baseball fan on top of basketball and loves every team that I hate. Figures.

"Do you think I'm a loose girl?" I ask Mark as we are watching Superman Returns while Mark is sprawled out on my bed and I'm sitting towards the end, hugging a pillow.

"Why would you ask that?"

"The other day when you walked into the locker room and I was sitting on Evan's lap, you said I would have gladly opened my legs for him had you not walked in."

"I was mad."

"You were jealous." I point out.

"I shouldn't have said anything. It was wrong of me and I was completely out of line. To answer your question, no I do not think you're a loose woman. I know for a fact you are not."

"What do you mean?"

"Uhm, well I know you've never uh."

"How the hell do you know that!?" I yell utterly irritated.

"It doesn't matter how I know. Look, can we just no fight? Do you think that is possible?" Mark asks and I laugh a little.

"Seriously? Do you not understand? We are too much alike to not fight"

"Too much alike?"

"Yes! Can't you see? I'm a getting my bachelor's degree in graphic design and my master's in education. You're a graphic design teacher. I'm on the basketball team and you coach basketball."