Chapter 13

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Author's note; I know I didn't include the sex scene in detail and I am aware it is in contrast to what I say in the description of the story but I simply didn't want to write that particulary scene. More will come.

              Chace Crawford as Nate

              Chace Crawford as Nate

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Aidan Turner as Mr Bane

Stephan dropped me at campus and then left, explaining in a dreadful tone, he was going to meet Elena and Caroline

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Stephan dropped me at campus and then left, explaining in a dreadful tone, he was going to meet Elena and Caroline. Something about a Christmas party.

He seemed to hate the fact that my sister and Caroline would be dragging him with them across town for Christmas decorations and such. He even assured me he could stay with me but I declined.
He actually resembled a sad puppy as I assured him he didn't have to stay with me. I think he wished I had asked him so he wouldn't have to do Christmas shopping.

Thankfully, professors were kind enough to allow me to attend the classes.
The only one who was a bit reluctant and had tons of questions for me on why I wanted to take the class, was the one who teached literature.

"And why would you take just this one class? Everything else is art related." He noticed as he checked my catalogue.

I smiled. Telling him that a random boy asked me to take the class wasn't the best idea.

"I really enjoy literature and especially romantism professor Bane." I answered.

"I heard great things about your class, plus literature and fine arts do go together and I happen to read a book that really influenced me to study literature." I added.

Professor Bane was pretty young in comparison to the other people that teached here.
With his black, curly hair,full beard and athletic body he didn't seem older than 40. I also noticed a strange white string of hair.

He raised his eyebrow at me and crossed his arms over his chest after he handed me back my catalogue.
"And what book is that Mrs Gilbert?" He questioned.

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