Willow's POV
It's been 2 weeks since school began and I'm over this, I am already stressed beyond measure.

Each day, I tried to continue a normal day but ended up numb.

I was going through with the motions; attending classes.

I sat by myself during lunch since I didn't feel like being around anyone.

Sometimes, I sit by the by my fellow companions table in the canteen acting intrigued by conversations that I had little to no interest in.

I even entered a cycle I call SSDD, it means the same shit different day.

My blackboard schedule school days are, Monday, Wednesday and Friday and I'm grateful for having two days off because I needed it.

Whenever I reached home, I always check the kitchen first to see if there's food at home.

If there's none I begin cooking because I'm the only one at home as of the moment and when everyone gets home they'll probably be tired and hungry.

Multitasking is one of my forte, while I'm cooking in the kitchen, I start on any of my homework either it's due the next day or next week.

Punctuality is my closest friend due to our hate for procrastinating.

I don't even watch TV anymore, I make exceptions only on Saturdays when I'm done with my chores and it's relaxation time for me.

I'm already the woman of the house because I rarely see my mother.

My mum is a psychotherapist at a mental hospital in Queens Village.

She works 68 hours a week, that's why we only get to see her on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Sundays whenever she's off the clock.

Sometimes I just wish my mum didn't work too much.

But she and Dad have to because of the mortgage, necessary bills that need to be paid monthly and college tuition fees for their two children.

I have 2 jobs one is working in a library and the other wouldn't be considered a job but it's a business and I'm getting paid from it.

Using my knowledge for profit has been working out well for me at least.

Friday morning, I did the same everyday routine, got on the buses.

I don't know why I felt like today was going to be a good day, something new yet different might happen. I just have to wait and see.

I'm currently in English literature, this is my last class before I begin my journey back home.

"Good Afternoon class, please take notes of today's objective and question on the board. In 10 minutes, we'll be sharing out the answers to the question" Professor Aslan, a man who's way to hot to be a educator announces in that strong baritone voice of his.

He has all the girls and some guys in the lecture hall feening to get his attention, but he simply ignores them doing what's in his job description.

The question on the board was an easy one but a lot of thinking has to be put into the way it will be answered.

"Okay, times up who wants to share their answers" One person along with myself quickly raised our hands for participation.

Professor Aslan, picked Justina Colombo, the meanest and the most self-absorbed person in our class to go first.

"To me, success means being able to exercise your ability to do something and be good at it and build on vary it may be through economic, social, or educational gain.

For example, if you are good at math, find a career that best fits you such as finance, mathematics, or engineering.

Then, be creative. Stand out from the rest. I know that this may sound far fetched.

But, in today's world, many people have the misconception embedded in their mind that in order to become "somebody" or be "successful" you must go to school and get a good education and come out with a degree.

However, that is not always the case because there may be a hundred-thousand people with degrees in the world.

But what makes them stand out from the rest? Nothing, because there is no real creativity to them.

They did the norm, what everyone else does." Justina finished off everyone including me applauded her.

"Now, it's your turn Ms. James" Professor Aslan pointed at me and I smiled standing up to go in front of the room.

I walk by Justina, who glared while pursing her lips in disgust at the sight of me.

I rolled my eyes, taking my position directly facing the class I begin my speech.

"In the future, people will ask 'By what means do you define Success?'

Success can be defined with many terms; some may say success may essentially mean something relating to victory or winning.

It can really be defined by the way the word 'success' is used.

Nevertheless, success to me means accomplishing a goal or dream or a major feat in my life.

Contradicting my previous statement, success mainly comes from a person's determination and ambitions to attain something.

To truly be successful, a person must use creative means all the while using hard work to attain success.

Nonetheless, success can be defined by the person and the way they use it, however, to me being successful means to accept challenges, use creativity; and through continued determination can a person be successful". I said the written words in one or two breaths.

Immediately the whole lecture hall resonated with cheers and whistles.
I walked back to my seat with a big grin on my face.

After class ended, I began packing up my belongings making sure that I didn't forget anything.

Professor Aslan, had to quickly excuse himself because his TA had something to discuss with him.

As I took a step, to take my leave my phone slipped out of my sweater.

I bent down to pick it up checking for any cracks.

In front of me was two tanned legs, tilting my head up I see Justina.

My former high school bully/rival take a stance that staggered her feet one in front of the other, giving her a leaning yet aggressive posture.

Looking as if she could lunge and attack me with one swift push from the points of her cheap knockoff "designer" shoes she claims them to be.

This has been happening since Freshman year in High school now it's just a pattern of her means to put me down.

I don't even know why the heck she's in a community college when she was boasting about getting accepted to the University of Delaware during our senior year before graduation.

Most days, she would place her gangly fingers on the desk I sat and lean down to look me square in the eye.

But today, she chose to keep her placement above mine and actually look down upon me as if to wordlessly assert her feelings of superiority over me.

What a fucking joke.

"May I help you?" I asked standing up to my full height.

"Actually, yes you can by stop trying to take my spotlight!" Justina yelled slamming her palm on the desk.

I think she expected me to jump in fright.
"Little girl, this isn't high school nor is it mean girls. You're not Regina George neither am I, Cady Heron. So I'm going to need you to lower that tone, drop it down a notch or two" That was my sarcastic response.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" Justina asked glowering at me.

I look around the lecture hall to see that it was empty and back at her with a raised brow.

"It's only us two in here so who else did you think I was talking to. A ghost?" I remarked with a smug smile.

Furious at the loss of words, Justina made a snarling lunge towards me.

Before she could touch me, I grabbed both her wrists tugging her to closer facing me directly.

"Justina, I'm going to warn you for the last time and I plead with you don't test me. If you don't have anything valid or nice to say to me, it's best that you keep the bullshit to yourself. Understood?" I released her from my grasp.

Then, my gaze fell on her wrists that turned into a reddish-brown color different from her caramel skin tone.

I shrugged nonchalantly placing the bag on my left shoulder exiting the room.

Thinking it was only me in the cold halls.
I squeaked when I felt myself get snatched into an empty room.

I tried to scream for help but an heavy hand covered my mouth before anything could come out.

"Çok sıcaktı, Justina'yı yerine koyuyorsun. Neredeyse o seksi küçük elbiseyi o seksi bedeninden sökmek istememi sağladı" He muttered in Turkish while stuffing his face in my neck sniffing me?

Translation: That was so hot, you putting Justina in her place. Almost made me want to rip that sexy little dress off that sexy body of yours.

"Get off me!" I attempted to say but it was muffled due to his palm still clamped over my lips.

I tried to push his big burly body off me but he held me tightly against him.

I wanted to cry because, I don't know what he's going to do to me.

There's no one else here and if he did anything I wouldn't feel comfortable with, there would be no evidence of it except for my testimony.

"Willow, promise me you won't scream if I move my hand away?" He asked with a warning look in his eyes.

I look up at Professor Aslan smiling sinisterly.

He's a very beautiful looking man with light brown eyes, strong yet crooked looking nose, a nice sculptured jaw, a small stubble and his pomade styled brown hair.

I nod my head vigorously telling him a muffled yes!

Slowly he pulled his hand off my mouth before I could get a word out.

His lips were on mine, shocking the hell out of me.

Professor Aslan, used my newly done box braids to yank my head back and wrapped his calloused hand around my neck bring me even closer.

"Kiss. Me. Back" He gritted through clenched teeth then went back to kiss my unmoving lips.

'This is wrong, what the fuck is going on right now?' I screamed inwardly.

I struggled to push him off but those strong, muscular arms of his weren't letting up.

I forcefully wrenched my mouth from his demanding lips.

"Please stop. I don't want this" I pleaded with him trying to back away.

"Don't fight it, baby. You'll warm up to the idea of you being mine very soon" I furrowed my brows staring up at the 6'4 giant gazing down at me with a smug smile playing on his lips.

"What? Let go of me!" I started pushing against his beefy chest.

His boisterous laughter scared me to the core, immediately I stopped hitting him.

"Willow, I'll let you go for now but just know that you are mine. Am I clear?" That tone got my juices flowing in an instant.

I even shocked myself at the submissive action I displayed.

"Good girl, now give me a kiss before I let you go" I hesitantly stood on my tippy toes pressing a small peck to his lips.

Professor Aslan unwrapped his arms around me, and motioned for the door with his head.

He didn't have to tell me twice because I got the hell up out of there.

Entering into the bus, I sat by the window seat, gazing outside my mind was fuzzy and confusion swirled around my head.

What an interesting day, it's been.

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