Willow's POV
In this generation, it's like being fake is a normality.

I'm just here sitting at the table behind Justina and her cliques sat.

I wanted to move my seat but the amount of tea I'm getting from their conversation is way to delicious for me to leave.

I decided to stay, Airpods in my ear and I had Sex Education playing on Netflix with the volume turned low to make it appear that I'm paying those in front of me no mind.

"Jasmine was supposed to be my best friend but she slept with my dad, how could she do this to me? Right after my parents divorce just got finalized, maybe she's been sneaking around with my dad long before the divorce. I swear she's not gonna get away with this" Justina sounded furious.

My eyes widen at the revelation.

"Should we jump her and scare the truth out of her?" What's her face suggested to Justina.

"I would love nothing more than to see that conniving, trifling bitch squirm right after she gets her ass whopped." Justina sneered.

I almost felt bad for the girl because Justina seemed to be out for blood.

"Ok, here's the plan; Eddie since Jasmine is your girlfriend now she's your ex because she's been fucking my dad, call her out tonight tell her to meet up with you. The girls and I will be at our usual hangout spot. When Jasmine gets there, we'll roughen her up a bit then get her tell the truth. Is that understood?" Justina explained and ended her sentence firmly.

As a way to tell them they had no choice but to do as she says.

I heard a bunch of yeses and mumbling.

"Now, that's all set let's talk about something else." Eddie told them while laughing to clear out the slightly awkward air around them.

I took that as my cue to leave, it's none of my business. I don't know the girl nor do I care for her.

I need to go to my part time which starts in an hour.

On my way, to the exit I bumped my head on a hard chest.

"Well, hello to you, Ms. James" My body immediately went rigid when I recognized the voice as Professor Aslans'

I quickly stepped back, avoiding looking up at him.

"Come with me" He grabbed my wrist pulling me along with him.

"You're hurting me" I voiced out painfully trying to get out of his grasp.

Professor Aslan's grip loosened and he dropped my hand.

"Sorry, I promised myself I am going to a different approach with you" He said apologetically.

"Please just come with me. I have something important to tell you but it can't be here. Probably a more private environment" Professor Aslan told me while looking around the crowded halls.

I gingerly nodded walking closer to him.

"Thank you, Willow" He said gratefully.

I followed him to the staff parking lot, he opened the passenger seat door to his sleek black Tesla.

I smiled tightly muttering a small thank you as I entered his vehicle.

What isn't alluring about this man? Literally everything about him just oozes sexiness! But I hate the way he roughly manhandles me.

After closing the door, he jogged to the other side of the vehicle and opened the door sitting in the driver's seat.

Once Professor Aslan got settled in, he reached over startling me.

Then smirked as he secured the seatbelt around me and then did the same for himself.

He put the fancy car into ignition and drove out of the school extensive compound.

"Umm, Professor where are we going?" I asked with uncertainty in my voice.

"We're going for a short drive and we'll talk." I bit my lip still confused on what's going on.

"Please call me Baris, you don't need to be scared around me. I promise hurting you is the last thing I wanna do." He turned his head to face me with a smile making me less tensed.

I was surprised by the amount of sincerity in his eyes. I kinda believed him.

"I have work in an hour" I told him while fiddling with my thumbs as I gazed outside the window.

"Don't worry, I'll take you" I felt the corner of my lip twitch into a small smile.

Since, I got really uncomfortable by the silence.

I turned on the radio and I immediately got familiar with the song playing through the speakers.

"Let me change the station. I usually listen to songs from my homeland to keep me sane" Professor Aslan said as he reached over to switch the station to something he thinks I'll like.

I grabbed his hand to stop him. He looked surprised, then I quickly let go of his hand.

"I know this song, I understand what she's saying" The shocked look etched on his face almost made me burst into laughter.

"How?" He asked with utter curiosity.

"My neighbors are Turkish, I'm friends with one of their daughters and she introduced me to the language, culture, food, music and movies. So, I eventually fell in love with everything, then I started learning the language by watching Turkish dramas and apps that teach languages. After I graduate, I'm wanna go on vacation to Turkey and—" I didn't even realize I was rambling so much.

Quickly, I shut my mouth looking out the window feeling shy.

"Wow, you're really are amazing" I felt my cheeks heat up at his compliment.

"Since, you know the language that means you understood what I said back then?" He said grinning whilst still facing the road.

"Yes" I whispered meekly.

"Professor, no I mean Baris, where are you from in Turkey?" I asked growing interested to know him more.

"I was born and raised in Istanbul but my family originally came from Antalya"
My mouth formed into a "O" shape nodding my head as to show that I understood.

"What about you, Willow?" I clenched my thighs together because I felt those tingles down there again.

I love the way my name rolls off his tongue, it sounds very good hearing it from him.

"Angel, are you alright?" Professor asked concernedly.

What's with the nickname? Not hating on it or anything, I just find it a bit odd.

"Uh, yes I'm fine!" I answered rushingly.

"Are you sure? Because you zoned out for a second there" Again with that worried tone.

"I'm alright, thank you for asking." I said rubbing my sweaty palms on my jean skirt to ease down my nervousness.

"You're welcome" He smiled showcasing those deep dimples on his cheeks.

"I'm Nigerian, my Mum is from London and my Dad is Nigerian, although he was raised in the UK. After they got married they migrated to the US, 25 years ago" I told him feeling myself relax a bit.

I reached down in my bag to get my phone, I read the time and saw I had about 32 minutes till I clock in for work.

Damn, we've been talking for that long.

"Professor" I called out and he gave me a pinned look.

"Sorry, Baris I have to get to work soon can you please turn the car around. I have to get to the library quickly" I said panicking.

If I'm late again, Kasper my manager will definitely fire me.

"Calm down, I'll get you there. Just type in the directions on the gps." I did as I was told.

"Hold on tight" I felt my heart rate pick up due to the immense speed he was using.

Before I knew it, I saw a familiar setting of the street the library was located.

'That was quick' I thought to myself making a mind calendar to purchase a sports car when I'm older and more successful.

Professor Aslan parked on the road beside the sidewalk, he got out of the car and ran to the the passenger side opening the door for me.

I got out standing on shaky legs, as I walked around the car to stay on the concreted sidewalk.

He walked up to me holding my hands kissing the knuckles.

"I enjoyed our conversation, Willow and I hope we get to have more of it. See you on Friday" Baris said leaning down to plant a kiss on my cheek.

I think I feel more comfortable calling him by his name instead of Professor.

He entered back into his car, winked at me before driveling off.

Going into my iMessages, I clicked on Wisdom's contact and shot her a text.

'Gurl, I gotta put you on' I wrote then clicked the arrow indicating send.

                        Baris' POV
I came off to strong in the beginning, I frightened her but I just wanted her that bad.

Willow was mine since I set my eyes on her, you could even say I'm obsessed, which I won't deny because it's the truth.

It's not that I don't care that she's my student but that would change by the end of the term in about 2 months.

She won't be my student anymore, I don't have to walk on thin ice around her anymore and my sister can finally get off my back about chasing someone I'm supposed to educate.

Willow is the perfect woman for me, she's learned all there is to know about my motherland.

My feelings for her just grew ten folds, there's no way in hell I'll let her go now.

Willow James belongs to me, nothing will stop me from claiming what's mine, not my sister and definitely not my sweet little angel.

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