On My Knees, Professor

Chapter 2

—NEXT MORNING—

"Okay, Rose, you will go into that class, pay attention, understand everything he teaches and answer a lot of questions. You are not going to drool over him; you are not going to zone out; you will focus, okay? Yes!" Rose said to herself as she stood outside her class, mentally preparing herself for the day, even though she already knew she was going to fail.

She dragged in a long breath, releasing it with a shrug of her shoulders before pushing the door to the class open and stepping in.

"Mind explaining to us why you are four minutes and twenty-three seconds late, Miss Rose?" Professor Damon's calm voice welcomed her into the class. He wasn't even looking up; his gaze was fixed on his textbook.

Rose stopped abruptly in her tracks. *How did he know I was the one? And the timing?*

She pushed her thoughts aside to answer anyway. "I..." She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't come up with something.

She definitely can't tell him and the entire class that she was busy mentally preparing herself for a task she was already familiar with.

*Because why is he so f*****g hot?!*

"Focus!" Her subconscious dragged her back to reality before she could drown in her thoughts completely.

"I'm sorry, sir." She finally said the only thing she deemed right.

Professor Damon looked up at her, his eyes lingering longer than necessary before waving his fingers in dismissal.

Rose's eyes locked on his fingers as she licked her lips, pressing her thighs together before she could stop herself, and immediately she realized; she hurriedly walked to her seat, lowering her head in embarrassment.

*f**k this man for being hot*

She yelled in her head, already giving her own thoughts two meanings. One she meant as a curse, and the other, she meant as a wish.

Fifteen minutes into the class, she had already answered five questions. Not like she raised her hand to answer, but because Professor Damon kept calling her name whenever he asked questions and barely called on any other student.

"Miss Rose, can you explain this theory?" He called again.

Rose stood up, staring at the board blankly. She wasn't even listening when he was explaining that. How was she supposed to know what it meant?

"It's...uhmm..."

Before she could even come up with whatever nonsense she was about to say, he turned away from her and pointed at another student who answered it effortlessly, then looked back at her for one second before looking away.

He did it as if he hadn't really called her for the question, as if he had called her to prove to her that she was distracted, yet again!

"Shit." Rose cursed under her breath before taking her seat slowly and quietly.

—AN HOUR LATER—

The class was finally over. Rose packed her bag and rushed out of the class before she could embarrass herself any further.

"Finally done with your dumb class", A voice called the moment she stepped out. Rose looked up to see Mat, her boyfriend. She rolled her eyes, about to walk away, when he dragged her back roughly.

"I'm talking to you! I had to stand here for two f*****g minutes!"

"Mat, not now, please, at least not here," Rose said tiredly before walking away, but he still followed her.

"I waited two minutes, and all you can say is not now '? f*****g apologize!" He demanded as he grabbed her arm and dragged her into an empty classroom.

"Mat, stop, I..."

"Shut the f**k up. I asked you to apologize for wasting my damn time, not tell me some shitty story." He snarled.

Rose had had enough, and she finally snapped. "What the f**k is wrong with you? Do you even hear yourself? I've been sitting inside that class for almost two hours, you've been free all day, and because you stood for two minutes, you expect me to apologize? You couldn't even ask how the class was or how I was." She pointed at herself as she continued.

"I told you on the call last night that I was feeling a little bit weak; you barely let me finish before hanging up. You didn't call to check on me, and today we meet again, and the first thing you do is demand a freaking apology for waiting for two minutes?"

"OH, don't need to ask if you are okay; if you weren't, you would have said so, and besides, I'm not a fubing doctor; if you are sick, go to a damn hospital!" He yelled back.

Rose let out a chuckle, nodding her head. "Coo, I'll thank you." She held her bag tightly to her shoulder before speaking again. "You know what, let's break up, Mat."

"What did you just say?" He asked, taking slow, deliberate steps towards her.

"I said let's break up." She repeated, her voice steady and calm. "What's the point of f us dating if we can't even look after each other in our down times? I'd rather stay single than date a guy who would rather feed his ego than ask if I'm okay."

Mat let out a chuckle, which gradually turned into loud laughter. "You must be joking."

"I'm not," Rose replied.

"You are not? Huh?" He stepped even closer till her back met the wall, then suddenly grabbed her neck, pinning her to the wall. "Say that again." He growled.

"I'll say it over...and over again: we are done, Mat." She said, despite his hand around her neck.

Mat's grip tightened as he kept tilting his head sickeningly. "You don't get to decide that! I say when we are done, and I haven't said that yet."

"I'm not...a bot you...can command. I'm done and... I'm done for good." Rose repeated, despite her reddening face and being unable to breathe properly.

"I said shut the f**k up!" Mat yelled, raising his other hand to slap her across the face, but someone's voice stopped him.

"I'm sure she spoke a well-understood language."

Both Rose and Mat turned to see who it was and Rose wasn't surprised when she saw him, she'd recognize that voice anywhere.

Professor Damon.

"And who the f**k are you to meddle in my business?" Mat frowned.

"Someone you should fear."

That seemed to make Mat realise something. Something he couldn't quite place.

Professor Damon had this intimidating aura that easily scared anyone, and the fact that he was always calm and never raised his voice made him even more mysterious and intimidating.

Mat's hand dropped from Rose's neck as she dropped to her knees, coughing and gasping for air.

Mat wanted to be arrogant, but he just couldn't, not in front of this man.

So he turned and pointed at Rose. "This isn't over." Glared at Professor Damon and stormed out of the room angrily.

Instead of feeling heartbroken and empty like people do after breaking up, she felt rather light and free, like a huge load had been lifted off of her shoulders.

She stood up slowly, embarrassed that Professor Damon had seen her in that situation. "T-Thanks." She muttered, looking down at her feet because looking at his face would spark another dirty thought.

"I must say..." He began, making Rose look up at him.

*Damn, this man is eternal. The way he saved me and told Mat off without raising his voice was so f*****g hot.*

"...You have a bad taste in men." He said calmly, that dark smirk that seemed to always be directed at only her playing at the corner of his lips.

Rose's eyes sparkled with want as she stared at him dreamily, and before she could think twice, she blurted out. "I have a better taste now."

Damon's smirk stretched a bit. "I bet you do."

And with that, he walked out, leaving Rose standing there like a love-struck puppy.