PERFECT PAIR

(8) I Hate Being Mad At You!

"Don't be nervous," The professor grins, taking a step closer towards me. "I don't bite." 

But he looks like he bites. 

And chews. 

My heart is pounding loudly and hard against my chest. 

Which is definitely not a good thing! 

I don't need my heart racing and making all that unnecessary noise. 

I need to focus. 

The only organ I need making noise right now is my brain. 

I need to sketch a plan on how I'm going to escape from this man's hands without him putting a hand on my body.

If he was just a random customer and I was a waitress, I swear I would have dismembered his d**k myself. And then I would have made him eat it. 

But he's not a customer. He's my f*****g professor! And I'm his student? 

You know what that means? 

I dismember his d**k and BYE BYE to my acting career. I also try to insult him or punch him in the face and GOOD RIDDANCE to my diploma. Samantha would freak out!!! I would be a big disappointment to my parents and to my entire family. 

Now that would crush me to pieces! 

Man! f**k this professor from hell! 

"You want us to f**k already?" 

Oops! I said that out loud? 

"We can f**k already my lady…" he says with this weird husky voice.. 

I bet he's trying to sound sexy which is clearly not working. It's cringy and it's making me uncomfortable. 

"Ummm… Uh…" I stutter. "You wanted to tell me something about my acting?" 

He tucks a tendril of hair behind my ear and I almost jerk out of my skin. 

"You want to know what I think about your acting?"

He asks with a smirk and cups my face in his hands. 

"I love your acting, sexy doll! I just love how you can go from this aggressive, rude, tough, mouthy and opinionated waitress to an obedient, quiet and shy student." 

I clench my fist so hard not to punch him. 

He bends and I'm scared that he's going to kiss me but he whispers in my ear instead. 

" But I love it when you act like the student," He puts his hand on my waist and presses his body closer to mine. 

He winks. "But you can act like the aggressive little waitress in bed. That would be kinky and fun!" 

This man is beyond disgusting! 

I want to kick him so hard in the groin but that will land me in trouble. He'll obviously deny it when I accuse him of s****l assault. And I have no evidence whatsoever to prove his disgusting habits. 

He bends to kiss me, grabbing my waist tighter. 

I pull away from him, giggling and staring at the stupid prick seductively. 

"I'm kinda… Shy," I lie. "I can't get freaky in such an open classroom. I'm afraid someone might bump in on us and interrupt our fun." 

I grab his tie and roll it, gazing at him coyly. "And one thing about me, Mr. Professor, I hate interruption." 

"I've locked the door!" he shrieks in disbelief and excitement. "We can get freaky and kinky here!" 

Before I can pull away from him, he lifts me and sets me on the locker. My heart is pounding even faster. Fear starts to kick in and I have no clue how I'm going to get out of this! The door is locked??? 

"Mr. Professor!" 

Emil's voice. 

Relief washes through me. 

"Now listen!" The professor whispers harshly. "You're going to keep your mouth shut and let him call and call until he gets tired and leaves. Okay?" 

"Okay!" I nod. 

He bends to kiss me and I bite his lip hard and kick his groin. 

"s**t!!! f**k!!!" he cusses out in pain. 

"Emil!" I run to the door, grabbing the keys from his desk. "Emil I'm here!" 

I quickly open the door. 

Emil throws his arms around me affectionately, running his fingers through my hair. 

"I'm here…" he says in a soothing voice. 

I'm literally panting. 

My heart is in my mouth. 

I was in so much panic and so much terror, trying to act like everything was cool in the professor's face. 

"He almost raped me! He wanted to rape me!" 

I'm still freaking out. 

"Thanks Emil!" 

"Don't believe whatever she says!" The professor snarls bitterly. "She wanted us to do it right here on this desk!" 

Emil grits his teeth and gives him a dangerous grin,

"I believe you, Mr. Professor." 

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"You believed the professor!" 

I immediately ask Emil once we sit at the cafeteria. 

"Ofcourse I didn't believe that pathetic prick!" 

"Then why did you let him go! We should have beat him to death, cut off his little weenie and throw it to the dogs!" 

He sighs. "Trust me, I really wanted to do that but I just can't!" 

"You can't!" 

"That will ruin my plan." 

"Your plan?" 

"I can't tell…" he purses his lips tight. 

I glare at him. "So you're just gonna let him walk away with this! What if he does that to me again! Or to some other poor girl! Don't you care about that! Oh sorry! I forgot! You don't want your mysterious plan to be ruined. Even if it means women getting sexually assaulted by their professor!" 

"You look so cute when you're mad and pissed off!"

"I can't say the same about you!" I retort. "And atleast when I get pissed off, I get pissed off for an actual reason. Not just getting angry for no solid reason!" 

"I wasn't pissed off for no solid reason!" 

"Oh yea! Then explain it! Why were you so pissed off when you saw Ansel and I -" 

"Because I'm jealous!" he blurts out. "There! I admitted it! I'm so f*****g jealous!"

"Jealous???" 

"Yes! Jealous!" he admits. "And please don't make this any more awkward than it is by asking some more weird questions." 

He pauses for a moment, gazing at me then continues. 

"I have feelings for you, Ari. And I know you know I do. So stop trying to act like you don't know what I feel for you and how badly I want you! I enjoy being your friend but God knows how much I want to be more than that!" 

"But Emil-" 

"Yeah… Yeah…" he shrugs. "Don't say it. I know you're not ready for a relationship after everything that happened to you. But can you please do me a favour and not flirt with other men? And if you must flirt with those men, can it be thousands of miles away from me? Where I can't see you and get jealous and get pissed off and mad at you! Cuz' I hate being mad at you! "

I nod. 

He lightens up the mood when he throws me a bottle of apple juice. 

" Is this juice supposed to make me forget that you were mad at me and you have plans that you are hiding from me with that sick professor? "

" Is it doing the trick? "

" Yes it is but that's not the point," I state. "On a serious note though, that professor creeps the hell out of me. Whatever plan you have, I hope it's to DESTROY him and get him kicked out of this college." 

He winks at me. "You just wait and see…" 

The look on his face tells me Emil is planning something terrible for the professor. 

I can't wait to watch the sicko go down. 

I take a sip of the juice and almost puke when I see James and Jenna sit on a table a few feet away from us. 

" Is it just me or that couple looks like real-life Shrek and Fiona?" I retort. 

Emil bursts out a laugh. "That's salty with a little pepper on top!" 

I tell him the whole Kimberly situation last night and he's like, 

"That's why she didn't come to school today?" 

"Yeah… I think so. She can't believe those two are engaged already!" 

"Sad…" he frowns then suddenly beams. "How about we go cook her dinner and watch a romcom movie with her to lighten up her mood, you know? How does that sound?" 

"Sounds like a plan!" 

Then I remember something. 

"Ah s**t! I have plans tonight." 

"Plans?" 

"I have a meeting with Ansel." 

"Ofcourse! It must be Ansel!" 

I glare at him. "It's work!" 

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So guess what? 

The meeting didn't go as planned! 

So apparently, Ansel changed up everything last minute. 

He doesn't want to meet with me and my manager. He wants to meet with the client alone. And ofcourse that's me! 

Samantha forces me to wear a gorgeous green evening gown with a bare back and a little gold belt on the waist. She even hires a make up artist who does magic on my face. 

I look like f*****g Cinderella. Just that I'm going to meet a frog this time, not a prince. 

My mom is in awe when she sees me and her eyes sparkle with tears. She's looking at me with that I-am-so-proud-of-you look that parents give when they think you're doing something meaningful with your life.

Yet it's just an evening gown you're wearing to a meeting with an asshole. 

A limousine beeps outside and Samantha blurts out, 

"That's your ride! Get your ass going! I don't want you to be late!" 

Sam escorts me out of the house and before I slide in to the limo, she warns, 

"Don't say or do anything stupid!" 

But she's in for a shock!

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