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Professor

Her lips moved very slowly as i stared at them going in motion.

"Professor. Professor. Professor!"
Her lips as silent as they were bellowed out my name. I came out of my enchantment. "Did you hear me?"
She quirked her eyebrows at me.

"Yes I did, Miss.."

"Haynes."

Haynes. So that's her name. Well her last, but I have something now.

Oh wait, I have the class roll. Lol.

"Well Miss Haynes come to my desk at the end of class, but for now go find a canvas.", she went to a canvas in the back with a troubled and there I say embarrassed look, when I told her to come sit in the front.

In the midst, I heard 'She's going to get it now' and 'Glad I wasn't late'. And even a 'I'm in the wrong class. Fuck.'

She pulled her stuff out and avert her eyes from my own.

Once she was settled, I swiftly looked away. I couldn't bear to look over at her. And great, I learned a very bad thing.

She's my fucking student.

Then I came back to reality. Why was I thinking this way for her. I had a girlfriend that was about to be my fiance.

With a shake of my head, I continued.

"Back to what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," I looked over at her, raising my eyebrows. She squirmed further in her seat and hid behind her canvas. " Two, we will recognize the development of art from a historical perspective.

Three, we will observe, select, and utilize a variety of ideas and in creating original works of art.

Last but not least, we well appreciate visual art as a way of self expression."

I finish off my lesson after explaining the grading, attendance, what's all required.

"That is all students. Any questions?"

A male raised his hand. He had pale skin and red hair sprawling in all different directions. 

"Will we ever do nude painting?", he held a glorious smile on his face and slap fists with a dude on his side, who I'm assuming was his friend to to the left of him.

With a roll of my eyes, I went to my desk and grab the roll call.

"Mr. Scott, I'm guessing?"

"Call me Louis." He smiled.

"Louis, if we did would you be our model? I'm sure all the ladies wouldn't need much paint to use for your...you know what. Now to answer your question, no. You can transfer to art sculptor that." I waved him off dismisallly.

Everyone started to laughed while the late comer also struggled not to laugh along with them. That made me smile, but so quickly turned into a straight line.

With a defeated expression, Mr. Scott slumped back in his seat.

"Well if that's all, class is dismissed. Next class is Wednesday. We will start out first lesson."

The students started to scatter as I saw Miss Haynes try to sneak out with them by lowering herself amongst the group.

"Miss Haynes, you wouldn't be trying to escape now would you?" I asked in a monotone while tidying up my desk.

She stood up straight and I could've sworn she mumbled a 'shit'.

"No Mr. Lockhart. I just was tying my shoes.", she gave an uneasy smile.

I took a seat at my desk while she was still standing by the doorway.

"Come here."

She comes over to my desk and stood in front of me.

"Now Miss Haynes I don't tolerate any tardiness. As you know absences can affect your grade. We wouldn't that. Do you understand?"

"Yes I promise. This is a one time thing. This will never happen again." She held her hands up in surrender.

"This will be your first and final warning. Looking at your transcript and grades I can tell that you are an excellent student. I know that you can do great. Now go on, Miss Haynes." I told her sternly without even giving her a second glance. "Next time, it won't be so pretty." I looked up through stern eyes.

I must've made her tense up because she nervously smiled back. "Okay, bye Professor. I will not be late again." She quickly sashayed to the door, practically speed walking, her hips bobbing side to side.

I bit my lip. Not that I was looking.

Damn.

This will the only time I let a freshman get off the hook.