My Professor's Obsession (Markiplier X Reader)

Chapter 4

4:56am

I blink still staring at the ceiling, I never closed my eyes. I sat up in my bed and look around my messy room. Even though the phone was on the other side of the room, it was plaguing most of my thoughts. Alright, I need to distract myself again, I move to the edge of my bed. Maybe if I clean my room then it wall make me feel better. I get up and start throwing my dirty clothes in my hamper. I look back. I mean it already looks better.

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I finish with the papers around my desk, organizing them by class. I grab my backpack off the floor next to my bed and open it. I put my binder down right next to the phone. I put the papers in the pockets of the correct folders. I slam the binder shut and pour the stuff at the bottom of my bag on the top. I put my pens in the front pocket I clean my desk off and zip my bag up. I look back at my clock, 6:23am.

I walk into the kitchen and start the coffee pot. I grab 2 cups and poured coffee in each. I open the door of the fridge and grab the creamer, I pour some into both cups then I put everything away. I walk back to my room and start getting ready. I decide to curl my hair, just to put some texture in my hair. I find a pencil skirt and a nice white button down. I put some perfume on as well, I put my nicest pair of heals on. I walk back to the kitchen, with my bag over my shoulder. I put my empty mug in the sink and reach into a cabinet for a granola bar. Jenna walked out from her room dressed in a hoodie and ripped jeans.

"Did you dress up just for Mr. Fischbach?" she asked before taking a drink of her coffee.

"No," I said as I un-wrap the granola bar. "I have to go," I grab my keys and run out the door.

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I walked up to his office, the door was open. I walked into the room, he was typing away at his computer. I knock gently then stepped up to his desk. "Good morning Miss. (Y/L/N)." I hold out the phone, never making eye contact with him. I just keep my eyes on my heels. "Could you close the door please?" I finally look up. I raise my eyebrow, then turn around and close the door. I go back to where I was standing, "I know you looked at my computer yesterday." I look back down at my heels again. "You know messing with a teacher's computer is grounds for being kicked out right?"

I shake my head, "I..."

"You know I could take this to the Dean with this, right?" he asks concerned. I nod my head, "What were you doing snooping through my computer?" He puts his hands on my shoulders and I look up at him. He's not wearing his glasses today. I look back down again, the light blue button down he is wearing is tugging at the buttons, and the shirt was pulling at the top of his black dress pants, where they were tucked in nicely. "Please, I don't want to take this to the dean."

"Why?" I say reflexively. "You don't want to explain the secret account on your laptop?" I ask more condescending that I meant.

"Is that why you took my phone?" he lets go of my shoulders, standing straights up in front of me. "Because you wanted more answers about my personal life?"

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO TAKE YOUR PHONE." I growl through my teeth. I pushed myself around him and place his phone on the desk. I turn back to him. He's just standing there with his hands behind his back. I hold out my hand, "I will take my phone now."

He laughs, "You have a lot of explaining to do before you get your phone back. Let alone get to leave my office."

I turn around and sit in the chair behind me, crossing my arms in front of me. "I guess I'm not leaving." I look down and fix my skirt. I hear the door knob jiggle. I look over toward the noise, he was facing the door and his hand on in the lock on the knob. He turns back from the door and as quick as I can before we make eye contact and look up at the clock that's hung over his desk, 8:02am. I guess I am missing class.

Walking over to the chair he kneels down in front of me. "(Y/F/N), please talk to me." I turn my head and start reading some of the book titles on the bookshelf that's facing me. He sighs and hangs his head, "I knew I was risking being caught having an extra account on the computer." He places his hand gently on my knee.

"Then why even have another account in the first place?" I mumble, my eyes never leaving the books.

"My home computer broke down the week before classes started. I finally got it running long enough to take the important things off of it. I had my work computer sitting there doing nothing so I transferred everything to it," his hand slid to the outside of my thigh.

I sighed. We didn't talk for a little bit, his thumb rubbed my leg slowly. Each time he move his thumb it sent shivers down my spine. "When I went to grab your phone," breaking the silence, "after it went off. I guess I accidently touched the mousepad. It scared me, I didn't mean to touch your computer," I said. "I figured since your phone went off twice in a row it was going to be important. I don't know why I keep getting yelled at for this." I leaned back into the seat.

"Excuse me?" he said sternly. "Did you just say keep getting yelled at for this?" he said frustrated. "Who else yelled at you?"

"My roommate," I said almost as a question. I sit back up when I realized he was staring at me, pissed. "She was the one on the other side of the phone when it was on speaker."

He stood up, "What did you tell her?" he questioned crossing his arms.

"Well obviously about the phone, she had been calling me all evening." I defended myself.

"What else?" he yelled.

I get up from the chair standing up to him, "Nothing," I lied.

"Really?" his eyes squinted at me.

"Yes," I said with no hesitation. I feel my stomach hit the floor.

"Huh," he sighs, "because the texts on your phone say something else."

"YOU WENT THROUGH MY PHONE?" I raised my voice at him. "So you specifically ask me to leave your phone alone but you don't have to do the same for me?" I push on his chest.

"They were on the pull down screen," he tried to defend himself.

I walk around to the desk, I turn back to him. "Give me my phone back."

"(Y/F/N)" he whispers.

"GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK!?!" He pulls the phone out of his pocket. He hesitantly passes the phone back. I yank the phone aggressively from his hand. I turn around and unlock the door, then throw it open. It bounces off his wall and hits me in the arm, it doesn't bother me much. I walk out the door, my heels clicked loudly down the hall.

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I don't know what to write after these since I'm just putting them up all at once. There's only so many times you can say I hope you are enjoying these right?

But I mean, are you?

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