Hard To Love (Professor / Student)

Loughton

The next few weeks fly by and before anyone knows it we are studying for final exams. This semester has been relatively easy despite the cramped Monday-Wednesday schedule. I head down to the library to meet up with Meg to knock out some final projects before the weekend starts. The table in the back is empty so I throw my backpack down and open up my laptop. Twenty minutes go by and Meg still hasn't shown up. I dial her number and she answers after the second ring.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry, I got caught up. I'll be there in 20 minutes" She says and hangs up the phone. I put on my headphones and get started on some work. A few minutes pass and the chair across the table scrapes against the tile floor. 

"That was a quick 20 minutes" I say, hiding behind my laptop screen.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." A male's voice says. I look up and my eyes are met with Professor Loughton's. 

"Uh, hi professor?" I say, a little confused. "Can I help you with something?"

He smiles and shakes his head. "I was just walking past when I saw you cooped up back here. Just figured I'd come say hey." That's a little weird I think to myself. "Anyways, done studying for our final on Monday?" He asks, leaning back in his chair, crossing his toned arms. I'm not going to lie, Loughton is definitely hot but he's just not my type. 

"I haven't gotten to that one yet. Trying to bang out a few projects first." I say, rustling through some papers just as Meg walks over to the table. 

"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" She asks and I shake my head.

"Nope." I give Loughton a pointed look and he smiles. 

"Have fun studying, ladies." He stands and pushes the chair in "I'll see you on Monday." He says and walks out the door. 

"Who was that?" Meg asks and I keep looking through my papers.

"My Psychology professor."

"Ness!" She says, a little too loud for a library. "How the hell do you have two professors chasing after you?" She asks and i look at her and start laughing.

"You have no idea what you are talking about.""

Ness, that man is 6'5" of sexy." She proclaims and I just shake my head at how ridiculous she is being. 

"Says the girl who's been in a relationship forever." I mutter and she just laughs. We spend the next 4 hours in the library getting some work done.Mark texts me around 5:30 pm. 'Hey. I'm going out with the guys tonight. There's pizza in the fridge. Don't watch FBI without me please. Love you'I smile down at my phone and look over at Meg. 

"Wanna come to Mark's for drinks and pizza?" I ask

"Oh hell yeah" Meg exclaims and we head out to her car. The drive to Mark's is quick and we head upstairs. "This place is nice." Meg says as she looks around. 

"You've never been here?" I ask as i drop my bag by the door and grab 2 beers from the fridge.

"Nope. It's pretty nice for a guy's place." We spend the night watching Netflix and drinking whatever Mark has in the apartment. Meg and I both fall asleep on the couch. It's not until the front door slams shut that we both wake up. Mark and all of the guys pile into the living room completely shit faced. 

"Shit." Marks mutters "Ness, we're sorry." I sit up on the couch and hold the blanket close to my body. 

"It's fine, Mark. How was the bar?"

"It was fire!" One of the guys yells and the rest of them 'shh' him.

"How fire was it?" I ask, playing along. Mark walks out of the room and leaves Meg and I with the drunkies. 

"Tonight was great. The ladies brought their A game tonight."

"And I'm assuming you didn't? ya know, since you're here and not with them..." I say and everyone laughs at Charlie.

"Ha ha. Very funny" He says and squeezes between Meg and me on the couch. "Looks like you ladies had a good night too." He says and looks at the empty bottle of Captain Morgan and a few beer cans. 

"We did have a good night. But now I am going to bed. Good night, boys" I say "Meg, the guest room is all your's. Just lock it so the guys don't sneak in." I call out from the hallway and walk to Mark's bedroom. I see Mark sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to unbutton his shirt. "Drink a little much?" I ask and help him out of his shirt. He smiles and looks up at me. 

"Maybe. But not enough to stop me from pleasuring you." He whispers and pulls me onto the bed with him.

"Mark, as much as I would love to get down and dirty, it's 3:30 am. I'm going to bed." I change into one of Mark's favorite sweatshirts and climb into bed.