I wake up to my alarm with an actual smile on my face. This is a foreign feeling because I almost literally hopped out of bed and into the shower.
I wash myself with confidence and hop out fiercely. I dry my hair and put it into a messy— but cute bun.
I hum a random song as I dress myself.
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Content with life, I walk into the kitchen to see a shirtless Zeke.
"Good morning, Ave, Omelette?" He offered.
"Good morning and yes please," I say. I smile as the delicious food is placed in front of my face.
After finishing the omelette, I bid him adieu and headed to college. The only few reasons I picked my room is because it was close to college, so no way could I miss a day.
Upon entering the building and getting my schedule my smile hasn't dropped yet. In fact, I'm sure if I keep this up, my face will get stuck.
I look around and look for my first class— Math. I don't know how, but my smile just increased. I LOVE math.
I skip my way up the stares and about 3 hallways before reaching my class. I look around to see no professor.
I shrug it off. I take a seat at an empty desk by the window. It has to about 100+ people in this room.
I lean back into the cushioned desk and close my eyes.
"Good morning, class, you will address me by Professor Mathers and that is final, questions?"
My eyes popped open at hit voice and I almost fell out of my desk. I blush as a few people chuckle and my smile is there no more.
He's my teacher?
Fuck. Me.
•*•*•
"You're my fucking teacher?" I asked as I bursted in his room.
He jumped with a towel loosely wrapped around his hips. "Professor," he smirked with a nod.
"This is so not fair," I whined.
"I'm sorry," he said unapologetically and walked back into his bathroom.
