Damaged Beyond Repair (Student/ Teacher) ✔️

Chapter 8

Authors Note*
I know a lot of you are saying that things escalated too quickly in this chapter, but I just wanna remind everyone that I wrote this ten years ago and it's the first draft so, and does not represent my writing now, but the story gets better once you're past a few more chaps and I assure you that you will not be disappointed.

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Chapter 8

The love starved bitch that I was, I spent most of my leisure time stalking the professor's personal life. I fired up my laptop, signed into Facebook and realized he'd accepted my friend invite. A few clicks later, I'd opened his picture albums. I checked out each, one at a time. Boring smoke holes into his pictures and I even saved a few hot shots, one of which was going to be my wallpaper for the week. It was cute puppies in basket and kittens in tubs, but now it was going to be Rowan Masters.

He smiled back at me from the picture, his arm around an ex-Carmel student. A pretty girl had a firm grip around his waist, (I could feel those red painted nails dig deep in his shirt). I wanted to get a print of that picture, tear it in half and mark red cross marks over her face and watch as it burned to ashes with a loud melodramatic evil laugh. I snapped the device shut feeling uneasy for such a crappy reason. Jealousy was such a crazy bitch.

As if on auto-pilot, I grabbed my phone, threw a tank top on and made my way out of the dorms. My legs were automatically programmed into walking straight towards the professor's apartment. I stepped into the elevator; the lift man eyed me suspiciously when I told him where I was headed.

I rang the doorbell once and twice until the door opened. Rowan smiled sheepishly at me as he led me in.

There was no Minnie in view; I only assumed she was in some other room.

"To what do I owe this honor?" he asked me.

"I had a few problems with the new unit you started teaching earlier today." I was surprised how I lied without missing a beat.

He smiled at me, all too knowingly. "And you did not think it was necessary to carry your book?"

Good point.

"Why? I can't come to see you if it has nothing to do with economics?" I folded my hands across my chest. I was a born miserable when it came to hiding disappointment

"Of course you can." He said.

"May I sit?" I taunted him as I settled on the couch.

"You may." Rowan sank towards the other end of the couch. "So tell me Alana, how can I help you?"

"Do you do it often?"

He frowned at me, "do... what often?"

"You know, bat your eyes at a student, take her out on a date, suck face in your office and pretend it never happened?" I had to pat my back later for the sheer boldness or pull that collar out.

He gave out a soft ringing laughter, showing off an impressive set of white teeth that told me he was regular to the dentist. He started saying something when I cut him off, "let me guess, 'that definitely wasn't my intention.' Well—screw that!"

I made a very good imitation of his voice which had him double over with laughter.

"What do you want me to say, Alana? It's not like I don't know where you're getting at. This wasn't supposed to happen. When I first met you, I wasn't thinking rationally, now I am. No matter how much we like each other, the mere fact of us being tangled in a student—teacher relationship remains." A pause later he continued, "Don't get me wrong, I want us together so bad, since the time you walked right into me that first day of your university. It's a grave..grave risk. We might end up ruining my reputation along with your future and frankly speaking, I don't give a damn about my reputation. There's nothing to lose when you've already lost so much. It's you, I'm concerned for. I don't want that for you. I don't want you to regret this later."