My Bi Professor [COMPLETED]

22-"I'm pissed."

Keiynan-

I wasn't surprised when Ash didn't come to my office the next morning like he was supposed to.

Sarah tried to get me to fire him, but I refused. She said she didn't want us to have any more interaction than needed, but I told her this was needed. It was for his scholarship.

And although his absence in my office didn't surprise me, his absence in class did. I was worried that this break up would be too large of an impact on his education.

"Albertson, please see me after class." I call out, remembering that Ash and her dated.

"Yes?" She asks once everybody has left.

"I know this may be a little inappropriate to ask, but-"

"It's about Ash, right?" My mouth falls open. "He told us everything. I don't know which I'm angrier about. The fact that he lied to us, or what you did to keep your job."

"Just..." I sigh, "... can you please tell me where he is? Is he okay?"

"He's back at his dorm. He's sick from when he was walking around in the rain for hours after you broke up with him." She walks away after scowling at me.

"Wait, he did what?" I call after her. She either didn't hear, or just chose to ignore me.

I felt a pang of guilt.

I did this to him.

I felt a pang of sadness.

He's sick, and probably in pain.

I felt a pang of anger.

Why did Sarah have to be so horrible?

But through all of these emotions, one was strongest. It was far more than a pang.

Love.

It was my free period, so, without thinking, I walked out of my classroom. I went to the dorm building, and walked to his dorm. I knocked on the door.

Ash, who was clearly sick, opened it. "What do you want?" He asks before seeing my face. As soon as he does, he starts to close the door.

But, I push it open. "Ash, I'm sorry!" I apologize.

He sneezes. "Do ya think Sarah would appreciate where you were?" He says. He shoves the door closed, and I don't fight it.

I slink back to my office in despair. I did this.

Sarah picks me up from school after what should have been my work time with Ash. She insisted it made sure I was 'good'.

The next day, Ash once again didn't attend our meeting, but, to my relief, was in class.

He refused to look at me, which I completely understood. He was distant, and he didn't even talk to his friends. "Miller, please see me at my desk," I tell him as class ends.

He groans, slinking forward. "What do you want, Mr. Lonsdale?" He groans.

Every other student was gone, which made it really hurt for him to call me by 'Mr. Lonsdale'. I was so used to him calling me by my first name. It made me feel - made me know - that our connection was beyond student and teacher.

I sigh. "Well, can I ask why you were gone yesterday, and didn't show up to my office this morning?" I ask.

"Sick." Was his single word answer.

"You were sick this morning, but not anymore?"

"Exactly."

"Well, I expect you to meet me in my office after school for our business."

"Na."

I gasp. "No? Why no?!"

"I don't wanna." He answers, shrugging.

"Ash." I say, sternly.

"I thought it was Miller?" He said.

"Miller." I correct. "You better be at my office after school until 5 o'clock pm, or I will take away that scholarship that I have so generously let you keep." I warn.

I didn't want to be mean, but I had to. Ash couldn't let this affect him as much as it has. I couldn't let this affect him as much as it has.

As I taught my other classes, I was noticeably angry and irritated. Kids didn't want to mess with me today.

This wasn't the first time I had been like this. I was also like this yesterday. And, ultimately, any other day when something in my personal life was wrong, generally involving Ash.

Even though, as a teacher, I shouldn't let my outside life influence my teaching, it happened. Often.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I anxiously tapped my pen against my desk as I waited Ash's arrival.

I wanted to explain it all to him. I wanted him to be able to look me in the eyes, and see the man he loves. And I wanted to do the same with him.

He slowly made his way to my office. "I'm here." He groans, waving his arm around my face. "What do ya want?"

I sigh. "I want to explain, first of all." I desperately tell him.

He sits down in front of me. "So, hows the Gonzalez thing goin'?"

"So that's how ya wanna play it, huh?" I mumble under my breath.

"Well, Miller," I start, getting professional, "it's going great. In fact, it's perfect."

"Great." He says.

I groan. "Ash, please talk to me!"

"I am."

"More than one or two word responses. Tell me how you're feeling.

"You wanna know how I'm feeling?!" He shoots.

I slowly nod my head. "Yes, Ash. I do."

"I'm fucking pissed, Kee!" My heart leapt. He still thought of me as 'Kee'. "I'm pissed. I... I loved you! I wanted to be with you!" Ash rants. "We were is such a great, fucking place! I had you meet Colton, which, for me, is the equivalent of having you meet my parents! My family! My friends! I opened up to you. I opened up to you for us. I-I broke up with my pregnant girlfriend to be with you! And-and then you just let this bitch," he randomly moves his hand, "back into your life to protect your career. I thought I was worth more than your career." He ends with a sigh.

I hold back tears.

He thought this? He thought that I cared more about my career than him?

"No!" I say, reaching across my desk to squeeze his shoulders. "No! I love you, Ash. I really do." I take a deep breath as he shoves my hands off. I take his hands in mine. "This isn't... this isn't about my job. Not at all. This is about your education, Ash." I tell him. "Like you said, you were willing to open up to me. It's why I know you don't have the money to transfer schools, to go to court, to do any of that!" Ash looks away. "I'm doing this because I love you. Not because... not because I love her, or love anybody else."