Hot Night With My Professor

"I love you, professor," I said while looking into his eyes and pressing him with a sweet and warm kiss. I couldn't ask for anything more. Even if our relationship was a secret, as long as he was here, I could get through the days that would pass between us with smiles on our faces. Fulfilled and content.

"I know, and you have my love as well, my student."

I couldn't help but break a smile as I glanced at his stunning face. His charm was irresistible to anyone, and I considered myself quite fortunate that, out of all the girls on this campus, he chose to spend time with me. My beauty got his attention, and despite the number of women he wanted to be with, including the number of female professors, he chose me to be in a committed relationship.

We were making the most of our time in his office at this very moment. I always come here to see and be with him. We only have one hour of class with him, so I'm trying to find a way to somehow spend more time together.

Professor Sybill Enciso is our calculus professor, and even though I struggle with her subject, I find myself paying attention to what he discusses. At least I'm learning somehow, although the majority of it was really hard to understand for me. To get things straight, my intention of having a relationship with him is not for me to pass the subject; I really love him. It's just a bonus that he teaches me when there are points where I don't really understand the lesson. And I'm glad that this also becomes a way for us to have a moment together. He is teaching me in private after class, of course, along with some extra fun activities that only we know. So I don't hate calculus, if he is the professor.

I am currently in my fourth year of college, and my relationship with Professor Sybill will soon be one year. No one knows. No one notices. We always hide. And I enjoy our stolen moments, secret glances, and touches during class. And it's fine with me; I'll just have to wait a little longer, and we'll be freer together. And one more thing: I don't really want anyone else to know about us because I don't want him to get dismissed or for it to cause a separation between us. Marcus University does not permit any form of intimate relationship between its faculty and students. Well, all of the schools prohibited that, and I don't really understand.

I couldn't help but grin when I felt him lightly touching my cheek. My flesh and bones are dissolving because of his caress, which is full of warmth and love.

"Our first anniversary is coming around, my dear. What do you want to do?" I flashed a smile once more. That means he is aware of when we started.

"Of course, I'd like to spend it with you," was my response, which came out while I was giddy with excitement.

"Would you like to go to my flat instead?" My irises shone brightly. To go to his apartment is exactly what I've been requesting of him for a considerable amount of time now because he's always at my house. I really want to go to him this time.

I inquired, "Is that something I can do?"

"Sure thing, my dear," he said, kissing me again. I can't keep my mind off the possibility that something exciting will have happened in his unit by the time I get there. What does his place look like? Is it big? Beautiful? Clean? How about doing it there? I want to spend the rest of the day with him in every corner of his house.

My fantasy was interrupted when the door opened unexpectedly. It shattered my world of make-believe. After that, some faculty walked into Professor Sybill's office, both of them shaken by what they had just seen. Even I was unable to put clothes on and had to resort to blocking my upper body with the professor's coat instead.

The head teacher turned his eyes to the man beside me and asked, "Professor Enciso, what is the meaning of this?" My chest started to tighten almost instantly with anxiety. Even my hands trembled with fear. Even my knees lost strength. Why are they here?

It was difficult for me to follow what exactly they were debating. I found myself alone in the office after they took Professor Sybill from me. And I didn't know that would be the last time I would see him.

No one knew what happened, apart from me and the teachers. And because of that, I can't help but blame myself for everything that happened. After everything that took place, I never saw Professor Sybill again. When he left, it was almost as if all of my hopes and dreams had been shattered and vanished.

I don't even know how to continue my life now. Why is it not possible for us to be together? Why do they prohibit teacher-student relationships? Is it because I'm too young for him? Too immature? But I love him. We love each other.

What will happen to me? Now that he's gone, what about the dreams we built together? We still plan to celebrate our anniversary. Is that gone too?

I didn't hear from him after what happened. Even after several attempts to call him, he is now unreachable. He disappeared like a bubble. And no matter what question I asked the faculty about Professor Sybill, not a single one of them was able to provide me with an answer. Everyone was advising me to just put him out of my mind because what we were doing together was against the law.

What's wrong with love? We just love each other. And how can they tell me to stop doing it when we have just started? We were only together for one year, but they cut it off! I haven't talked to him yet! I don't understand. They are all unreasonable. They denied me the opportunity to enjoy myself, particularly having a relationship with the professor. They have all devastated my life, and the least I can do is return the misery they caused me.

"Why are you late again?"

"Why are you late again?"

That was the question that the new professor asked me the moment I entered the room. Oh well, he's not just a professor but also a curmudgeon. My patience with him has long since worn thin. He consistently berates my tardiness and absences, and he humiliates me each time I attend class, but I couldn't care less. I will not stop this. They started this war. I will do what I want, no matter how much he humiliates me. He is unyielding in his complaints, but I won't make any changes to myself. I am still astounded that they intend to swiftly replace Professor Sybill with a man who is not even the individual I hold in the highest regard. And the way he talked to me—look, it was obvious that he possessed a high level of arrogance. Did he think he was so good? When it comes to teaching calculus, no one is better than Professor Sybill!

I entered the class without any dust and pretended that Ismael Mondalla's presence didn't bother me at all. I know he's following me with his eyes, but I won't answer his useless question. Unless he forces me, I will answer him in a way he wouldn't like.

"Miss Jothea Alvandra, I'm talking to you."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to talk to you," I stated. I told him he wouldn't like to mess with me.

Time passes, as it always does. It's a mystery to me why I still attend this class.

Okay, maybe it's simply to piss the new professor off. Considering all of this, my level of irritation with him was quite high. What right does he have to immediately accept this offer to replace the former professor? Does he not realize that the instructor he will be replacing is an excellent professor to be changed by him alone? He still gives off the impression of being a young man. What does he know compared to Professor Sybill? How did he get into Marcus University anyway? Is he really good? Well, why did he choose to teach here? Can it be someone else? And if he's really good, why don't I understand a single thing he teaches? A waste of time! Unworthy!

The class finished, which was undoubtedly the best thing that happened today. When Ismael saw that I was going to leave, he stopped me and preached, "Except for you, Miss Jothea Alvandra, we have to talk."

My eyes rolled in my head. "What else do you need?"

Everyone exits the room. Leaving a good show of war.

"Would you mind closing the door?" He issued a directive to the final pupil, who was leaving. Ismael appears to be so enraged that he is very annoyed, to the point where he wants me to disappear completely.

"What is your problem?" He inquired while making an effort to maintain his composure in front of this whore. Is he seriously asking me? He wants to know my answer?

I exhaled. I do not have the time to attend to these matters. I still have lots to do. I'm going to try to locate my boyfriend again by going outside and calling him indefinitely. It's been a couple of weeks, and he hasn't done anything to put me at ease about what happened to us. I want to know why he disappeared. I am very worried that the board members have done something to him since they discovered our connection.

Professor Sybill is not like this. It is very unusual for him not to contact me. He always texts me. And I'm not used to him disappearing like this. And it's insane because I have no friends and, therefore, only speak to myself. There's nobody here for me. Why is it when I'm about to graduate that he disappears like this? How am I supposed to take this?

"What do you want, Miss Alvandra?" Ismael continued. I remembered that I was even talking to this man, the new calculus professor. He is staring right into my eyes as a wrinkle forms in the middle of his forehead. One hand was in his pocket.

"Just mind your own business," I responded, and I meant it. He used his other hand to brush his hair while continuing to stare intently into my soul.

"I hope this is the last time you'll be late again, Miss Alvandra."

I cocked one eyebrow in question. "Who are you to tell me what to do?" I asked sarcastically. Is he really testing me? Not because he is a professor here; I will follow him. No! I will act however I like, and no one will be able to stop me unless Professor Sybill comes back.

"I am your professor. Shouldn't you at least have some semblance of respect for me?"

Even though he was speaking to me, it was clear from the tone of his voice that he was attempting to regain his composure. Tsk. Let's see how far you can go. Your genuine self is going to surface sooner or later, and when it does, Marcus University will have no choice but to eliminate you. I will not stop until I have rid myself of you.

"Why? Do you belong to the list of men I should respect?" I blurted out.

I heard him let out a long and deep breath as he sucked his teeth. Look who is going to go down in defeat tonight. "Well, your demeanor will show up in your grades," the professor said. "I wish you the best of luck on your graduation, that is, if you belong to the list of graduates."

I squinted. This person is really fighting me.

He started to march away from me, but I stopped him by yelling, "I don't care if I don't graduate, but I will make sure you disappear from this place!" He then paused, walking away from me. "Professor, I hope you enjoy the time you have left. You won't even have time to realize it when you leave."

He left the classroom without turning around or even looking back. I attempted to maintain my composure while brushing my hair and stomping my feet. I despise him to the core.

"I will make sure to get Ismael Mondalla dismissed from Marcus University," I murmured to myself as I made my way to the cafeteria. He interrupted my lunch, and it annoyed me even more. His constant arrogance tests my limits.

Did he purposely ask for me to remain in the classroom to confront or threaten me with the idea that I wouldn't be able to graduate because of how I acted toward him? Tsk. That's his problem too. If he does not allow me to pass, he will simply make himself more miserable by doing so.

I was in the middle of getting my lunch when I realized that some of my other classmates were staring at me. I can still hear them whispering about me. Are they talking shit behind my back? What have I done? It is so unusual for my usual morning here at Marcus University to be talked about by those people because they always treat me like the wind. I didn't know that they would add to the annoyance I felt towards the professor.

After settling in at the table, I immediately began nibbling on the pastil I ordered. But never did I imagine that someone would be coming to disgust my appetite. I was completely unprepared. I was even more depressed. What's her problem?

My fellow student, whose name I can't recall, asked me, "Are you flirting with our new calculus professor, Jothea?"