My Professor's Affair

Chapter 11

DIANA'S POV

I moved another inch away from the guys who was supposed to give lectures but instead, he just tells stories about his freshman year in this university. This is the witch's class and I don't know why she would be absent today.

Maybe she got drunk last night.

The guy whose name I can't remember tapped my shoulder.

"Hey, I'm here and you are facing that board." He said while I just glance at him.

"I'm reviewing." I looked back on the board again.

"Well, do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar. And I was called by the dean earlier today to review you guys because Miss Clements will give out quizzes when she gets back. If she gets back." He said while rubbing my arm.

I moved away again. I never take my eyes off the board.

"You really look familiar. I really have seen you somewhere." He said as he stands awfully close again.

My classmates were busy doing God knows what.

"No I don't think so." I say.

"Hmmm. That english accent. You are not from here are you?." He said coolly.
"Well, I can't say I have photographic memory but a face like yours would basically hard to forget. I really have seen you somewhere but I never been to England."

"Excuse me, but I really have to review for this." I sat back on my chair and started a new formula test. I was lost in deep thoughts as I was about to jump when I felt hot breath on my exposed right shoulder.

"You're not just pretty but real smart also. My type of girl. Say, you wanna go out on a date with me?." He smiled.

I frowned at him.
"Don't ever do that again." I put back the notes on my bag. He grabbed my arm.

"Say yes. It's just a date. And freshman dating a senior would be kinda popular here in the university."

I snatched back my arm.

"I'm not interested in you. Just leave me alone." I said.

"Well, I'm the captain of the football team here. How can you say no?."

"Because i'm not interested."

"Oh c'mon." He smirked.

I've had enough so I grabbed my bag and hastily walked out and he followed me.

"Hey! Where are you going?!." He grabbed my hand just as i was about to open the door.

"Just let me go you idiot!." I can barely stop my tongue from being harsh.

"Just agree to go out on a date." He keep pushing this fucking date.

"I told you I'm not interested. And let go of my hand or I will fucking break yours!." I said as he tightened the grip on my hand.

"Why do you think that it's so hard to go out on a date with me?."
He looked at me like i'm unbelievable.

"Because I came here to study." I simply answered.

"I'm not your type?." He asked.

"You got it right." I said.

"How can i not be your type? I'm rich, has a ferrari, captain of the football team so I'm famous. I have a great body, I can last pretty long in bed and I assure you I have an 8 inch fat dick that you suck all day." He smirked salaciously.

I got really fed up.

"First, you can never be richer than I am. Two, i have any kind of car that only you boys can dream of having. I'm pretty famous according to the Vogue magazine. I have a great body and no matter how long or huge your dick is, I can assure you, you cannot get me off."