Last Night:An EarnPete Fanfic

6. Dusk of Pretense

Earn

What were the odds of getting woken up from a dream with the subject of your dream standing in front of you with an incredulous look on his handsome face?

I blinked just to make sure I wasn't dreaming still. True enough, hot fvck was standing in front of me.

"Hey, there, bud!"

I gave out the brightest smile I could muster.

The face that was looking at me turned from incredulous into serious.

"Excuse me?" I was at bout with the most stoic face in the universe. Did he forget me already? I was about to say something when hot fvck beat me to it.

"I presumed you're new here?"

He was talking to me as if I was a kindergarten who stole his classmate's candy. What the hell!?!

"In here, we don't call our lecturers bud, or any other stupid nicknames," he looked at the whole class who were looking at us, enjoying the show. He gave them his no nonsense glare and as if on cue, the whole class turned around, their back to us. Then he turned to me.

"Atleast in front of them. Also, this is a classroom. People shouldn't be sleeping here."

I was at loss for words, not by his chiding which obviously was coated with sarcasm. I was more concerned about the fact that he seemed to not know who I was. The hell! The moans and squirms I took out of him two nights ago were definitely something to remember. What was he playing?

"What are you doing here sleeping, anyway?"

Hot fvck took me out off my reverie. I looked at him and remembered to take my class schedule inside my bag which was now laying on the floor. I had it made into a pillow earlier.

"Is this LLB503, World literature with Mr. Pete Vachiravit?!?"

He furrowed his brows at me and snatched the paper from my hand.

"You're enrolled here?" He looked at me with an unreadable face.

"So your name is Pete?" I asked instead.

"You can call me, Professor Vachiravit and you haven't answered my question yet."

I chuckled with this situation. How can this cute drunk-hot fvck be this calloused towards me?

"Seems like it."

I smiled at him flirtatiously. I might had seen him flinched but I wasn't really sure because his face was back to being unreadable again.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

I put my class schedule back in my bag.

"This is the middle of the semester, you're not supposed to be admitted until all the grades were out, and we haven't had our midterm exams yet."

Okay. Playing the professor part. I got that. Now let's see how he dealt with rowdy students.

"I think you should ask the Student's Affairs Office about that. I just submitted myself for enrollment. That's the only thing I did."

I shrugged. I saw annoyance loomed over hot fvcks pretty face.

"Well, No need. Drop my class. I won't accept you here."

That, and he went straight back to his place at the podium. I was left standing in my place dazed and confused. Was he for real?As if on cue, the bell rang signalling the end of the period. After paying their respect, the students scramed to the door.

Hot fvck was about to leave when I ran to him.

"Hey, Pete, wait up!"

It's as if he heard nothing and went straight out of the hall and into the lobby, which was now bursting with students on their way to their respective classes.

"Hey!" I got past him and stood right in front of him. He had no choice but to stop walking.

He looked at me. Annoyance evident on his face.

"What?"

I smirked at him.

He raised his eyebrows at me.

"I'm busy, if you don't have any concerns then I'm leaving."

Was he for real?

I took his right elbow to get him to stop.

"Don't you really remember me?"

Pete looked at me as if I had grown two heads.

"Was I supposed to remember you?"

I looked at him, testing. He didn't even budge. I wasn't the one to back down.

"Well, with what we did, I was expecting for you to, at least!"

I saw Pete's shoulders dropped as he cleared his throat. I smiled. Professor Vachiravit was playing uptight. He did remember me. But he lied instead.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I chuckled.

"Really?"

Pete glared at me.

"Really."

He walked past me. It was evident how much he was trying to escape the conversation.

I looked around. There were at least seven people on the hallway near our area. Five of them were too engrossed on their discussion. The other two on either end of the hallway had their headphones on.

The coast was clear. I walked a couple of steps behind Pete and reminded him of the things he was trying so hard to deny.

"Friday night. XX Hotel, room 621. I bet you still have the hickey I made next to your left nipple. And oh, did you check both of your inner thighs? I made a couple of hickeys there too."