Professor

Thank You Professor

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This AP chemistry class could not have gone on any longer. I felt like every second I was sitting in that class a piece of my life died. But with every class it finally came to an end. Once the bell rings I collect my things in a hurry and rush out of the room walking over to the elevator. Right before I press the button a strong muscular arm gets in my way and presses the elevator button for me. I look to my left and there he is, Professor Jones standing 2 inches away from me.

"Oh hello Josette" he speaks sweetly

"Professor Jones, Hi" I smile

"So AP chemistry class I see? How was that class? When I was in college that was the worst class I ever took." He laughs stepping into the elevator

"Long and kind of boring, but not so bad. I also enjoy science as well. It's always been interesting to me" I say following him into the elevator

"That's the first I've heard from tons of people at this college. You have anymore classes after?" He asks

"Gladly no, I can get back to my dorm and start reading the book" I say

"Oh yes, better get on that soon. I know your boyfriend is here visiting but just make sure you stay on task please" He says leaning against the side bar

The sound of that word "boyfriend" coming from his mouth makes me go silent. I let out a fake chuckle and nod my head showing him that I understand. He stares me down and walks closer to me.

"Are you alright Josette?" He says with a concern

"Oh yes of course Professor Jones. Just uh- just a little tired" I fake a smile

"You and I both know that's not the truth, I can tell. Well at least not the full truth." he speaks raising an eyebrow

"Professor Jones, trust me I'm okay it's just I'm tired. I didn't sleep too well last night. You know first day of college had me stressed out." I say avoiding eye contact 

"Then if that's the truth, why are you avoiding eye contact with me. You know that's a sign that someone is hiding something." He says inching closer

Fuck, he's right. I have always had a habit of not looking at someone if I'm lying to them. I always try to look anywhere else but at their face and now he's starting to get suspicious. I just have to act natural, I have to make it seem like I'm actually tired. I bring my hand to my eyes and lightly rub them as if I'm exhausted. As I do that, I caught him staring at me dead in the eyes

"What is that?" He says sternly 

"What? What's what?" I say with a stutter

"Do not play dumb with me Josette Gilbert. That thing on your neck. And don't try and say it's a hickey or a burn or anything. You tried covering it with makeup and it's starting to rub off. What. Is. That?" He says with anger

"Uh- um Professor it's, it's nothing. I just have uh- I get eczema on my neck sometimes." I say

"Oh so, this morning your neck was completely fine. But after you see your boyfriend again you suddenly get eczema on your neck? I'm not stupid. Josette is your boyfriend hurting you?" He says getting as close as possible to me

"N-no! Why would you think that? No no he's not" I say with tears threatening to fall 

"Don't lie. He is hitting you isn't he?! Josette my older sister used to get abused by her ex fiancé, I know abuse marks when I see them." He raises his voice slightly 

I'm about to break into tears when the elevator dings signaling we have reached the bottom and the doors are about to open. I push myself out of his way and wipe my tears rushing out of the elevator. I look back breathing heavily and crack a small smile at him.