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My Professor

My Professor

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Romance
I walked through the hallway, happy and confused about how things had turned out last night. "How was it?" I could hear Andy talk to Greg, my Greg. "How was what?" He asked, and for some strange reason I had the urge to stand and listen. Everything about him was beautiful, his voice his smile and his eyes. I smiled to myself at the thought until Andy relied, "How was the kiss? Was she any good. " He was definitely talking about me, and it made me smile as I waited for the answer. "Come on man, She's like 15, she kisses like a baby. She's just a student I can't believe you made me kiss her." The man that I thought I was falling in love for, just called me a baby. A twenty year old college girl that fell for her young professor and stood up for him always, was being called a baby by the one and only. I was sure I saw something in his eyes when he kissed me, and I would make him regret his words, I would make him fall for me and then I'd break him like he did to me.
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