My Bi Professor [COMPLETED]

11-"Sarah!"

Keiynan-

Our once blossoming relationship has turned cold again.

I didn't talk to Ash - Miller, as I now thought of him - unless needed to.

He always hung out with Andi Albertson, the girl who was having his baby. I didn't know how I felt about this. Happiness that Ash - Miller - would have a happy family? Sad that he left me? Angry that he left me? Afraid that it won't work out, and he'll be hurt?

All these emotions, and more, overwhelmed me.

I found Miller so... intriguing.

But, I had to push him away. He needed a normal college life, with a normal relationship with his professor.

Just then, there was a knock on my door. It was after school, and I was at my house, thinking about all that had happened.

I groan as I get up and open the door. As I see who stood behind it, I gasp. I was frozen. I wanted to tell her to leave. That I didn't want to see her.

But, I couldn't.

I was so shocked, so scared, so afraid! "Can I come in?" She asks after a while of silence.

I shake my head to regain my thoughts. "No?" I end up saying this as a question, and restate it more firmly. "No. No, I'm done with you. Please leave."

I was shutting the door, when her hand kept it open. "I just wanna catch up." She explains. "I figure, we haven't seen each other in so long..."

I shake my head. "No. Sarah, nothing can happen." I tell her.

Sarah Jackson. My ex.

We broke up a few years ago, and I didn't think she'd try to get me back. But, maybe that wasn't what she was doing.

I sighed a long sigh, and opened the door enough to show her dirty blonde hair, and her longing amber eyes. "Fine."

She squeals in delight, pushing past me to walk into my house. I stood with my hand on the door for a while, just... standing.

I finally break away from the door, sitting down on the couch beside where Sarah already was. "Seems like you made yourself comfortable," I irritably point out.

She laughs flirtingly. "What's your is mine, right?"

I shake my head. "Um... no. No, that was before you cheated on me, right?" I mimic. I almost felt bad for being so hard on her, but she deserved it.

She sighed. She rested her elbows on her knees, and rested her chin on her upturned palms. "I get it. And, I'm sorry." She apologizes, making me roll my eyes. "But I really want to... make amends?"

She turns her body so she's sitting on her leg, facing me. I do the same. "And what makes you think I would want to do that?" I question.

She gently placed her hand on my shoulder. "Well..." She bats her eyes, "... we did have something... special."

I push her hand off me, ignoring all the comfort that I knew she would provide. I felt hurt by Miller's rejection, and I needed someone. "Did. We did have something special." I tell her. But, even through my words, our faces slowly get closer together. "Did..." Our lips connect, and her hand reaches the back of my head. "Sarah..." I try to say. She pushes my head closer to hers. I push her away. "Sarah!" I scream. "We can't do this."

Sarah runs her hand through my hair. "Kee..." She desperately says.

I sigh. "Friends. Just not this." I firmly state.

"Just... one... night..." she asks, one hand on my back, the other on my thigh.

I suppress a moan. "Sarah, not tonight... I have work tomorrow." I excuse.

"Why not call in sick?" She deviously asks.

"I have work. I have a life. If you want to do this, at least try on a weekend." I beg.

She sighs. Batting her eyelashes, and flipping her hair, she walks out of I throw my head back on my bed with a groan. "Fuck!" I scream to myself. My hands fall on my face, and I didn't know how I felt.

I felt guilty for even just the contact of our lips while I still had feelings for my student. I didn't know how I could face him tomorrow.

My alarm beeped that morning, but I was awake far before it. I snuck out of my house with Sarah still in my bed. Sleep never came upon me that night, so I was already on my 3rd coffee as 5:00 am approached, as well as a boy with it.

"Professor Lonsdale?" He calls as he walks inside.

I hum as a response, not looking at him. I couldn't after what just happened. He doesn't talk, expecting me to say something. "What do you want, Miller?" I ask.

He nervously coughs. "Um, well I was kinda thinking... well, why are you being so mean to me?" He questions.

I stop typing on my keyboard, still refusing to look at him. "You know very well why, Miller." I respond.

He takes a step closer to me, and with my downturned head all I could see were his black sweatpants, and some green and black shoes.

He crouched down, forcing his head into my gaze. He had baggy and bloodshot glistening green eyes. He hasn't been sleeping. Just like me.

But why?

"I don't want it to be this way between us, okay?" He asks.

I shake my head. "You know it has to be this way."

Another step towards me. "But what if it wasn't?"

I groan. I was now looking at him, no longer forcing him to crouch down to catch my gaze. "What if it wasn't, Miller? Would that change the position we are in?" I question, legitimately curious. Did I still have a chance? Did I want a chance?

At this point, his body was against the desk I still sat at. "I don't know, Professor. I just... I don't want such a strained relationship with not only my teacher, but also, the person who is basically my employer."

I stood up. I walked around so that I was face to face with him, no desk separating us. "I don't know..." I couldn't hold it in, "... if I can..." it was the truth, "... contain myself."