Young Blood

Chapter Five

  When I awoke the next morning I had almost no recollection of what had happened the  previous night. It took me a few minutes to become fully awake and aware of my surroundings, as everything appeared slightly blurred and distorted. I stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom (which I didn’t share with John and Paul, thankfully) and washed my face with some water. It was only then that I remembered Ritchie had visited.

  I began to panic. I had school today! What if things were absolutely unbearable between us? I couldn’t take being in a room with him without practically leaping on top of him when we were somewhat romantically linked, and now I was forbidden to touch him because of my own cruel decisions. 

  How could I have done this to myself? I obviously still wanted the man, so why had I broken things off with him? So what if it was wrong? I wanted him, and he quite obviously wanted me. So why shouldn’t we be together?

  My ideas and thoughts had completely flipped around since last night. I remembered that last night I hadn’t wanted Ritchie anymore, but my morals were gone.Why hadn’t I wanted him? I couldn’t remember a thing. Maybe when I actually saw him I’d remember. 

  Making my way to class in no particular mood, I didn’t find myself thinking any specific thoughts. In fact, I didn’t feel any emotions. I couldn’t recall a thing, my vision still tainted and my mind just as foggy. Why wasn’t I thinking straight? I couldn’t remember anything, and what I did remember was fuzzy. I guessed I was just love-drunk before, and now was experiencing what some might consider a love-hangover.

  I was thankful class with Professor Starkey was last every day. It was a Thursday, so I’d only have to face him twice more before a weekend where I could hopefully clear my mind. Having him last, it would give me the advantage of having the entire day to plan things out and prepare to face him.

  When us students entered his room Professor Starkey himself wasn’t there. At first my mind raced to the worst of conclusions- he’d quit! Couldn’t face the sight of me not being his. I was almost a little shaken at the matter before realizing his belongings were still there and he simply wasn’t in the room. 

  I settled into my usual seat in the front row, taking deep breaths and clenching my hands together in a desperate attempt to calm myself. I knew that when Professor Starkey actually entered the room I would nearly burst at the seems with lust, missing his strong, muscular body more than I could handle.

  I was right. When he entered the room I grasped the edge of my chair tightly, afraid that if I let go I might up and float into his arms. It was hard to resist, but I did. His hair was tussled in a way that turned me on deeply, his jeans tight around just the right areas. He looked wonderful, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he thought the same about me.

  It had only been not even a day since we’d last spoken, but he had left in such a panic that I wasn’t sure what to expect. Just like I had wanted, he was entirely professional. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to remain professional and give me up, or obey my wants and do what I said. I guess I could never tell whether or not it was his decision or mine.

  “Today we will be reading a tragedy,” he spoke, the words cold on his lips. They were harsh as they exited his lips and echoed out into the room. I was surprised no one else was as thrown off by his bad mood as I was. Then again, I had sex with the man, so I guess I had a somewhat disadvantage when it came to his moodiness.

  “What are we reading, sir?” A smart man in the back named Stu asked. He was a bit of a kiss-up, but he was one of the only people in the entire university that I actually respected. We had spoken on numerous occasions, so I guess I considered him a friend. But not a close one.