"oh i think i'm in love with your body, and your mind and your soul."
* i don't know - jack & jack

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once again, i'm asked to stay after class. he really is being a buzzkill by holding me after class and not doing anything sexual with me. i'm very disappointed.

"you didn't turn in your assignment yesterday. what's that all about?" mr. gilinsky asks me.

i hate calling him that all of the time, but it's lowkey hot too. maybe i should call him by his first name,
jack. it feels odd, but it's easier to say.

"i didn't do it, obviously." i snap at him.

"excuse me?" he breathes.

"i said, i didn't do it." i repeat, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest.

"i'm your professor and in my class, you treat me with respect." he instructs me.

my eyes widen a bit at his semi harsh words. all i want from him is to bend me over his desk and fuck me senseless at this point. i swallow a lump that was formed in my throat and nod my head.

why do i feel so scared all of a sudden. i look up into his eye and they instantly darken. i would say i'm turned on right now, but i've never experienced this with him. he speaks again, adding on to what he just said, "you're one of my favorite students, valerie. quiet, obedient, pretty." he lists, growling. "don't make me change my mind."

i nod my head again , "i'm sorry." i say quietly, but my heart lurched into my throat just a little.

he called me pretty.

"is that all?" i ask, afraid to speak in a normal voice now.

"yes, that's all." he replies and i begin to turn around and walk out of the classroom.

i flinch and stop when i feel his hand grip my wrist. i shudder at his touch. his rough hands lightly wrapping around my small wrist. i slowly turn around to face him once again. my eyes flicker from his hand to his eyes.

"wait, valerie, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to scare you." he tells me, an apologetic look on his face.

"it's fine, mr. gilinsky." i respond, taking my wrist from his gentle grip.

he sighs, nodding his head and not saying anything else. that was not an encounter i was expecting. he didn't rip off my clothes, but scolded me instead. i might just skip class tomorrow. i don't have time to deal with his bullshit.

this can't become a routine. him making me stay after class for the opposite reason i want him to. i'm not going to do this for a third time. i grip onto the strap of my bag and storm into my dorm.

i chuck my bag and books onto the couch and head into the bathroom really quick. after that i walk into my kitchen. i go to the refrigerator to find something to eat, but all i have is lunch meat and carrots. i don't even have bread for the meat.

i shut my fridge and grab my wallet, exiting my room and walking to noodles and company. it's not a long walk at all, maybe a minute or so because it's right around the corner. so convenient, but one of these days, i won't be able to fit through a door.

i arrive at the familiar restraunt filled with college students grabbing some lunch. once i get my food, someone sits right across from me, making me look up from my phone. a smile come across my face right away.

"hey, stranger." my best friend, amaya, greets me.

she lives on the floor underneath me and i don't understand why we don't just live together. maybe it's because we both like space and privacy. we've been best friends for as long as i can remember.

two summers ago, we both were so ecstatic to get into the same college and not have to leave eachother, but we had never planned to stay in a dormitory or an apartment together.

"hi." i reply, chewing my food. "you will not believe what happend after class today."

"ugh, your hot teacher again." she groans.

i nod my head, "yes." i say and then thoroughly explain what happend.

she doesn't seem phased by my words, but rather bored. i narrow my eyes at her and she smiles.

"i'm not happy because you called dibs first." she lied and i laugh.

"amaya, go find yourself a different professor."

"i wish i could, but all of the other ones are old  or female." she complains.

"you don't even take his class." i say.

"i would've if you didn't call dibs." she jokingly and sarcastically snarls.

she tells me she's going to order food and i wait patiently for her to return to the table. i like the feeling of jack's hand on me. even if they were only on my wrist for a second.

yup, i've made up my mind. i'm definitely skipping tomorrow. i just can't face him again. not for another twenty four full hours. amaya shortly sits across from me once again.

"i wonder what nate is doing." i say, swirling my straw in my glass of iced water.

"you guys are obsessed with eachother!" she exclaims, "just date!"

"we can't date." i laugh. "it would never work out. plus, we're just each other's hookups. friends with benefits." i shrug.

nate fucks around too much with other girls. him and his friend, sam wilkinson, have a reputation here. sure, they're not as high as seniors but they're well known.

"won't be for long because the next thing you know, you're walking down the aisle."

"to nate maloley?" my eyes widen and i burst out in laughter. "that's the funniest thing i've heard all decade."

"it's true." she shrugs, drinking her vitamin water.

"i like someone else." i joke and she leans across the table.

"who?" she whispers.

"mr. gilinsky." i whisper to her and she fake gasps.

"no way!"

i nod my head, laughing and she joins in with me. jack... i hate him, but i don't at the same time.

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