Chapter 4

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Arabelle's POV

Friday finally the first week was absolute hell. It wasn't that I had a lot of work it was just class in general and getting up in the morning. The work was light for the first week we only had one major assignment and that was from Mr. St.Clair. Speaking of which he asked to see me about my essay today. I'm a little nervous about meeting him alone because last time we were alone he told me he'd suggested taking me across his knee. The thought of being across his knee was enough to have my mind running wild. Luckily I don't have classes on Friday's so after meeting with him I get to chill for the rest of the day with my younger sister Ana. Jays going to some frat party like the true child she is.

Since Jays gone I have to pick my own outfit which she says is a charity case because I just throw on some joggers and a shirt and call it an outfit. But in my defense, nobody wants to be dressed up all the time, and it's Friday. So I grab gray joggers and a cropped hoodie that I pair with white Fila's and call it a day.

 So I grab gray joggers and a cropped hoodie that I pair with white Fila's and call it a day

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After I get dressed I grabbed my keys and headed to the university.

I'm earlier than the time that we set to meet but I wanted to get this over with so I can go home and crash for the rest of the day. As I scrolling through Instagram to past time. I see Mr. St.Clair walking my way in his black suit carrying a brown bag. I couldn't help but to admire how good he looked.

"I guess we fixed the habit hm," he said with a panty-dropping smirk

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"I guess we fixed the habit hm," he said with a panty-dropping smirk. "Yes sir" I watched as he opened his door to his office. He placed his bag beside his desk and sat in his chair as he gestured for me to take a sit as well. "You said you wanted to speak about my essay"

"Yes, I couldn't help but notice that you missed the point of Lolita. You focused the whole essay on shaming the Stepfather- " before he could finish his sentence I had already had enough. "Please don't tell me your one of those people who think it was a love story." He seemed both shocked and amused by my sudden outburst. I continued "Lolita is not some love story with an age gap. You and me sleeping together and then magically falling in love would be considered a love story with an age gap, not Lolita that story was about a pedophile and his victim."

By the time I heard what I just said it was too late to unsay it. Mr.St.Clair on the other hand was grinning like I just told him he won the lottery. "No Arabelle I'm not one who finds Lolita as a love story but for the assignment, I asked why the author would write something with a monster as you called him" The way my name rolled off his tongue made me want to record it and make it my ringtone.

"Oh" was all I could say because I kind of tend to go overboard when I talk about the topic of Lolita. "Sorry for accusing you," I said barely above a whisper it was embarrassing I just yelled at my teacher for no good reason. Sure he was an egotistical, sexy, confident, smart, stron- that's beside the point I shouldn't have yelled.

"It's perfectly fine I'm happy that you know that what he's doing is wrong but like I said that was not what I asked you to write about." frustrated I run a hand through my hair " I don't understand why would he write something so tragic it's like maybe he's all sick and twisted." he laughed at me and I was just shocked one because his laugh was like music and two because I was deadly serious. He must have noticed my expression because he cleared his throat and said "You really don't understand why he would write Lolita."

"Nope," I say popping the p. He checks his watch and clasps his hands together before he stands and speaks "I tell you what I have a class in thirty minutes but next Friday met me in front of my office at the same time you came today and bring your book and I can help you understand why the author would right this tragic story."

After I got up and thanked him for his time I exited his office making my way to my car so I can finally enjoy the rest of my day.

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