Taming My Professor

Chapter 3

Nora's POV

I walked down the streets, my eyes fixed in the distant space. My mind drifted away, my breathing unsteady.

Jason's urgent voice called, disrupting my daze. “Watch out!”

He grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the roadside. I let out a sharp sigh, staring at him in shock. “Huh?”

“Are you ok?” He asked, placing his hands on my shoulders. “You seem so distant.”

I blinked, clearing my throat. “I… I'm fine…”

“What are you guys still doing here? It's the first day of college!” Amber squealed, hopping around. “We're going to be late.”

Jason turned to me, his bright smile piercing my heart. “Come on. Let's go.”

He intertwined his fingers with mine, pulling me towards the college gates. My heart ached with each step as guilt washed over me. Jason's smile remained embedded in my brain. What if I got pregnant?

He would know it's definitely not his. He would be so heartbroken. How could I have been so careless? Forget about pregnancy, what if he has a disease? And I'm carrying all his pathogens!?

Oh dear God, please save me.

“I'll head to the administration office. See you guys soon,” Amber chirped, waving us goodbye.

Jason dragged me to a corner, his expression stern. “Darling, what's going on?”

I forced a smile, trying to calm my nerves. “Nothing.”

“You can't tell me that. I see how you act and how you phase out. There's something bothering you.”

I cupped his face, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “I promise. Nothing going on.”

He took my hand in his, eyes fixed on mine. “You know you can tell me anything.”

I could feel the softness in his brown eyes as they shone under the lit hallway. My lips parted as I struggled to form the words. Should I tell him? Maybe he won't blame me for it and we could work through this together?

A voice over the school announcement radios echoed, interrupting our discussion. “Jason Anderson, please make your way to the administration office.”

“Aish!” Jason grunted in frustration. He patted my head, placing a soft kiss on my cheeks. “I'll see you soon, ok?”

Watching his departing figure, my heart sank as I let out a deep breath. I can't tell him. It could be detrimental. Besides, what's to say he won't see me as dirty? No, he loves me.

I arranged my bag, walking through the halls. My eyes stared into the vast space, the noise of the crowd faint as the beating of my heart echoed. What should I do?

A deep voice yelled as a strong arm pulled me to the side. “Watch out!”

My head pressed against a firm chest as my hands inadvertently trailed down his body.

A basketball passed through where I was standing and hit against the lockers with a loud thud. I blinked rapidly, my heart racing.

“Are you ok?” The voice asked.

I stammered, pulling my hand away from his body. “I'm fine, thank you.”

“I'm Damien,” he said, stretching out his hand towards me.

I shifted my eyes towards him, taken back by his shimmering hazel eyes. His square jaw and pink lips were to die for. I drifted my eyes down his body, he was well built. Judging from his outfit, he's on the college's basketball team.

“N… Nora. Nora Thompson,” I said, accepting his gesture.

“You look like a freshman,” he teases, his curly brown hair falling over his face as he leaned towards me.

I took a step back, forcing a smile. “Because I am.”

“Want me to show you around? It's the least I could do since I almost hit you with my ball,” he said, smiling.

“No, thank you. I can figure it out on my own,” I responded, holding the handle of my bag tightly as I walked past him.

“Come on. Please.”

“Maybe some other time,” I yelled, not looking back.

I made my way to the bathroom, closing it shut behind me as I let out deep breaths. I walked to the washers, turning it on as I washed my hands.

“Calm down, Nora,” I muttered, sprinkling some water on my face. “One stranger is enough. You don't need another.”

The door swung open as I dried my face with a towel. I turned towards the entrance. Three girls with heavy make up walked in. A blonde, a red hair, and the other with strands of pink hair in-between her black hair. They're wearing the same uniform as Damien. Cheerleaders?

“b***h!” The blonde yelled, snapping her fingers.

I shifted my gaze around, checking to see the person they were referring to.

The blonde scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Acting dumb are we?”

I turned again, my face twisted in confusion. Were they high on drugs or something? Why would they be talking to thin air?

“Little miss stripy skirt,” the red hair spat.

I froze, staring down on my skirt. Wait, they're talking to me?

I cleared my throat, looking at them in awe. “Excuse me?”

The blonde walked towards me as the other two surrounded her like minions. Oh crap. Don't tell me this is one of those high school teen drama of bullying!? Maybe they just want to compliment my look? I don't even know these people from anywhere? Why pick on me?

The blonde scoffed, her middle finger intertwining with my necklace. “So you're the sleazy slut that's trying to seduce my man?”

Her man? I chuckled in disbelief. “Excuse you? I don't even know who you are. This is my first time seeing you. How would I be after your man?”

“She looks like a freshman,” the girl with pink strands said as she chewed on gum loudly.

“Let's give her the introduction,” the red hair chirped.

They snapped their fingers, twisting their bodies in a weird dance.

“I'm Anna Brooke,” the red hair chirped.

“I'm Linda Shelton,” the girl with pink strands sang.

“And this is our queen, Ivy Sterlinggggggggg!” Anna and Linda sang simultaneously as their hands flapped towards the blonde.

I paused in amusement, the words unable to form.

“She's the cheer captain and the school beauty. Know your place, freshman,” Anna shot.

“Don't think you have a chance with her man all because you dressed like Dorothy in her striped pants,” Linda retorted.

I rolled my eyes, picking up my bag. “I don't know her man.”

“Lying b***h!” Ivy snapped, slapping me hard across my face.

Before I could react, she pulled my hair, making me whimper in pain.

“No matter what you do, he will always be mine!” Ivy growled.

“L… let go of me…” I groaned, struggling to break free from her grip. “You have the wrong girl.”

“I witnessed you flirt with him in the hallway,” Ivy growled, shoving me to the ground.

My body crashed, pain shooting through me as I sniffled. “What is your problem? I told you, I don't know who your boyfriend is. I just got to this school!”

“I'm only going easy on you because you're a freshman,” Ivy cooed, crouching down beside me. “But let this be known. I will not let anyone steal my man. Stay away from my Damien.”