Chapter 9- Part 2
After waking up later that morning to Pee, I realized I still had all my clothes on, i must of been really out of it and delirious when I got home. I went to the bathroom stretching yawning and scratching. It was kind of still somewhat dark in my house which meant the sun was barely up outside, which was also great cause I was still sleepy. I sat on my toilet with my elbows resting on my knees and my face resting in my palms. I looked down at my weighing scale which had the time in a small box in the corner of it. yeah It was one of them fancy things. got it for a house warming gift. anyways, it read 7:27am. Damn, why was I up so early?. I walked back in my room, and stripped down to my shirt so I can be a little more comfortable. after getting back in the bed in my comfortable spot, I laid there with my eyes closed trying to drift back off to sleep and I couldn't. what the entire fuck? immediately irritation filled up in my soul.. yall ever been so sleepy, or ever wanted to go back to sleep so damn bad and couldn't for no damn reason what so ever?! and if it was anything I hated more than being hungry, it was not being able to sleep. cause I love my sleep. so I just continued to lay there with my eyes closed, eventually tossing and turning in irritation. I laid still for a bit in hopes of eventually falling asleep. I wanted to cry. all I heard was raindrops on my window, and the vents in my house lightly in the background because of my heater on. In the midst of me being overly annoyed of not being able to fall back asleep at now 8:07am in the damn morning, my mind got distracted. for some reason it drifted to Jay. Whhhyyy in Gods name was I thinking about him more than I should?! Shit, I don't know.. maybe because I ain't had none since pac died. Or how about cause I find him super sexy, fine, funny, all of the above and then some. Or no, how about because he's my damn teacher that flirts with me and I actually like it. because I blush and flirt back.. Does that make me a hoe?! shit, I hope not.
My mind began to wonder about the previous hours with him at the Party and then to the diner. I didn't get home until almost 4 in this morning, this was the second time I was out all night with this man, and sad to say.. I wouldn't mind it happening again. why did he have to be my teacher man? that alone just complicated a whole bunch a shit by itself.. Why? hell, I don't know. maybe because it's "politically incorrect" to date your college professor and probably against the law. I don't know, don't mark my words on that shit. Maybe because we as people were just raised and taught that some shit like that is "wrong" and makes you a slut, whore, or disgusting. I can see if the man was 60, then yeah. and in other situations like this, that is usually the case. you have a 60 year old professor sleeping with his 21 year old student. then of course I see the issue. but aside from that, what if your professor isn't that much older than you? rare, but it's possible. what if the chemistry is everything and more. what if yall two click on a personal level more than on a professional level. what's so wrong with that?.. Jay is a man of integrity, so just by having a conversation with him I know he wouldn't play the "favoritism" card with me when it came to school work or grades. which is perfectly fine, I'm not looking for handouts, never have and never will. Aside from that, I just needed to know the real deal of why this scared me greatly. other than it being against school policy and probably the law. to him telling me he basically don't give two shits about going on dates with me, or liking me because no harm was being done. he was absolutely right. and for once in my life I was starting to see the riskier and spontaneous side of things. I'm not getting any younger. what's the worse that could happen if we stay discreet and smart about this whole thing?... I don't know, but something was telling me it didn't matter anyways, and had me feeling like. hmm, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. and I should give it a try..
A hour or so had passed, and I finally fell asleep for a two extra hours, I woke up a quarter to twelve, well rested thankfully. I slowly got up, and went into the bathroom to handle my usual morning routine to get it out the way, when I got out the shower I heard my phone ringing, but I was to late to get to it, I wasn't bout to run and bust my ass on this slippery ass apple wood floors. who ever it was could wait. by time I got to my phone I seen that I had 12 missed calls and 7 texts. my eyes lit the hell up. Kels was not playing. I know she was mad at me. I just sat on the side of my bed wrapped in my towel, so I could call her back, and simply prepared my ass to get cursed out. she was about to light me up. I called her back sighing deeply.
