Page 32 of The Professor
“So, I’m thinking he wants to take a break. I’m just not ready to let him go,” Bexley says.
Not knowing what the first part of that conversation was, I just let Aubrey talk.
“We should all get ready and go see what he’s up to,” Aubrey suggests, shocking the hell out of me.
“Oh my God, yes. Come on, everyone go get ready and we’ll leave here in like a half hour,” Bexley says, jumping off the couch. “You too, Makena.”
She rushes off to her room and I throw my arms up. “What the hell are you doing? We don’t hang out with that crowd.”
“I don’t hang out with any crowd,” Makena mumbles.
Laughing, Aubrey gets off the couch. “Both of you stop whining. It’s about time we all went out together, even if it is to see what the football prick is up to. We can grab food or something.”
“I have studying to do,” Makena says, standing up.
“Hell no. You study enough. Tonight, you are coming out with us. Now go get ready or I’ll bust into your room and get you ready myself,” Aubrey says.
Sighing, Makena gives in and goes into her room to get ready. I, on the other hand, just sit on the couch.
“Yeah, I’m not going. I’ve got real stuff to do, like watch TV,” I say, getting comfortable on the couch.
“Don’t make me get you ready too,” she says, raising her eyebrows. “I need to shower, get your ass up and get ready.”
If I didn’t know her better I’d just ignore it, but I know damn well she’ll try dressing me. Reluctantly, I get up and drag my ass into my room. I start getting ready and again my mind drifts to Professor Grayson.
I replay every single thing that happened in that classroom. The pull between us, the heat that’s undeniable, and the intense want. It makes me imagine a million things I want to do to him and have him do to me.
“Let’s go Em,” Aubrey says, banging on the door.
Looking at myself, I smile because I didn’t even pay attention to getting ready, but I look pretty good. I grab my phone and head into the living room.
“Damn, you all look hot,” I say, grinning.
“So do you. You could totally hookup with one of the football players,” Bexley says.
Laughing, I sit down to put my boots on. “Nah, not my thing. I’m just here for support.”
“What about you Makena?” Aubrey asks.
“I’m with Emma,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ears.
We all head out and over to the pub. Bexley says that’s where the team hangs out on Monday nights. Normally she’s with them, so I’m kinda intrigued to see how this plays out. Bexley and Makena are a bit ahead of Aubrey and me, so she grabs my arm.
“Hey, I forgot to ask how it went with Professor Grayson today.”
Thankfully, it’s dark out because I can feel my face heating up. “Fine. I thanked him and he said he was glad I was alright,” I tell her. Which isn’t a lie, it’s just not the whole truth.
“He was so cute that night,” she says, hitting me with her shoulder.
“So you keep telling me,” I say, trying to make light of it.
Linking her arm with mine, she grins at me. “You need to be careful, seriously Em.”
“I don’t even want to think about that right now. Let’s get this brilliant idea of yours over with.”
* * *
It’sFriday and that means study group. I don’t know what to expect and I’m excited by that fact. The week has dragged by. The most entertainment I’ve had was the night of trying to spy on the football prick, which didn’t work out because he wasn’t even there, he was in his dorm by himself. When Bexley found out she all but ran out of there, leaving the three of us with the jockstraps. The three of us just watched them make fools out of themselves before going to the diner.
