"Hey princess." Freddy says as soon as I pick up the phone. A huge smile spreads across my face, and I struggle to push down the giddiness I feel.
"Class is about to start Freddy, my professor already doesn't like you." I scold him through the line. My collage history teachers eyes find mine and he gives me a warning look.
Freddy laughs breathily and the replies. "What no hello?" I bend over to my bag and pull out my notebook and pen.
"Hi." I says quickly. "Freddy I'm serious, do you need something because I swear if it's another one of your 'I just called because I love you' calls..."
"No, I need something." I roll my eyes and start flipping my notebook to the right page.
"What is it then." I breath, as professor Evans eyes me again.
I can practically hear Freddy smirk in his voice. "Well I was thinking about the other day, where you agreed to marry me."
"Freddy!" I smile. "Can we talk about this later."
"Okay, okay. Just let me take you out tonight." He says slowly, making me bite my lip as blush creeps into my cheeks.
"Yes, now I have to go."
"I love you."
"I love you too, now goodbye." And then I hang up before he can say anything else and turn to face the front of the classroom. Professor Evans gives me another look before diving into the lesson. And I breath a sigh of relief. Maybe he still wasn't mad about last time.
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"Summer." My head snaps up and I look up at the front of the classroom. My hand hovering over my open bag. "I was wondering if I could talk to you for just a moment." I nod and quickly finish packing up my bag.
The girls that I sit beside cast me jealous glances and whisper to one another. It was like I was being sentenced for murder or something, not talking to my teacher. I know that they all think that he's hot, in all his 6'5, brown hair, brown eyes and late twenties glory. But I don't. All I see when I look at him is my teacher, who happens to be very young.
"Professor Evans." I smile hesitantly walking up to his desk. His eyes flicker over to mine briefly before he returns to wiping the board.
"Please, just call me Mark." He says, his low naturally alluring voice loud enough that I can hear even though he isn't facing me.
"Okay." I smile. It's nice to know that he's comfortable around his students. "What did you want to see me about... Mark?"
He turns to face me, his wide, almond-set eyes capturing mine. "Your boyfriend...Freddy is it...seems to be a reoccurring distraction for you and all students in my class."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was distracting others. It won't happen again." I instantly blurt, placing my hands on his desk. His eyes drop to my hands and slowly travel up to my face.
"You don't know how glad it makes me to hear that Summer. You see I can't have Freddy distracting you from your studies." I nod, understanding his words. He's right, my mind had been focused on the date Freddy had promised tonight. Rather than the very important history class.
"I needn't remind you a third time, correct?" He asks.
My cheeks flush. "No." My voice is barely a whisper. I don't really feel the need to relive that scene at this very moment with Professor Evans in the room.
"Good. Now you can go Summer." He nods towards the door before returning to wiping the board. I blindly reach for my bad and rush out the door. My heart pounding in my chest.
Freddy is definitely getting the talk tonight.
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Fanfiction"Freddy open your eyes, I'm not done talking to you." I beg, grabbing his hand and pulling it to my chest. He needs to talk to me, if he doesn't he could hate me for forever. "Well I'm done talking to you." He spits, finally opening his eyes. Instan...
