He regarded her for a second, fathomless blue-green eyes cold. Then, a devilish grin came upon his face as his British accent rang through the room;
"How ever do you expect me to forget fucking you 𝑟𝑎𝑤, love? Taking you on the couch, against the...
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CHIARA COULDN'T CONCENTRATE. No matter how much she tried to focus, tried to hear the lecture and grasp it, she just could not. Literature was one of her favourite subjects and as she tapped her pen furiously against her paper, her mind was racing seventy miles per second, trying to discern what this means. What it means when the second guy you have ever slept with is your professor.
And the reason behind her nervousness was currently talking about Marxist Theory in George Orwell's 1984. His sculpted form was animated, and even though his face was expressionless, one could tell that he was interested in the topic he was lecturing. And so was the entire class, though not for the reasons he was, as the girls perked up attentively and the guys watched his every move hoping to pick up tips.
"-And I'm sure Miss Noor can remind us of Karl Marx's ideology on the Ptolemaic system? Since my lecture is obviously very boring to her," He concluded, raising his blue-green orbs towards her direction, snapping her out of her thought spiral. The entire class turned towards her, expecting an answer to his question and Chiara felt her anxiety soar. Chiara knew the answer, she had been studying all the Marxist theory just last night. But, she hated confrontation and being put on the spot.
"I-I-" She stammered, pushing up her silver-framed glasses anxiously. A chuckle rang through the class at her awkward hesitancy and Nic-Mr. Hendrix rolled his eyes and expressionlessly interrupted.
"You should pay attention in my lecture, Miss Noor. I'd hate for you to fail,"
While his words were harsh and caused the class to laugh, for the first time in the lecture, his blue-green eyes softened, showcasing an emotion like concern. Hurriedly, Chiara gave him a nod and looked down at her empty notebook, fighting back tears. She played with the handle of her water bottle, peeling back the corner of the sticker from the store and smoothing it over.
The lecture went on pretty quickly from that point, with Mr. Hendrix not even sparing her another look after that embarrassing incident. When he finally released them, three hours had passed from the moment Chiara and Haley snuck into the class. The students slowly trailed out of the class after a group of girls sadly attempted to get anything other than Mr. Hendrix's school email. Chiara stayed seated, chewing her bottom lip. She wrote a confused Haley a note saying she should please wait in the car.
Haley took the note after observing Chiara weirdly, then shrugged, leaving the classroom. Soon, it was only the two of them in the lecture hall. Mr. Hendrix was wiping down his board, the chalk staining his tan fingers. Silence filled the space as Chiara played with her fingers, trying to find a way to go about this question.
"Miss Noor, are you going to be leaving my hall anytime soon?"
Nervously, Chiara stood up and approached the front of the hall where Mr. Hendrix sat with his arms folded, observing her every movement, sculpted jaw clenched.
