Page 6 of The Professor
“What’s strange about that?”
“I guess because he’s always turning students away that want extra help,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
She sits up and starts to laugh. “I know what’s going on here.”
Crossing my arms, I lift an eyebrow. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You don’t like the idea of anyone having his extra attention, you’re jealous,” she says, tossing my pillow at me.
“Jealous? You can’t be serious? I don’t care if he gives someone else extra attention.”
Standing up, she smiles and heads for the door. “Sure you don’t, Emma. Don’t be a fool, get in there and get an extra helping of your own.”
Rolling my eyes, I get up to put my laundry away. Jealous, please. There’s nothing to be jealous of. It’s not like he’s going to fuck anyone for extra credit or something. He’s just going to help those who need it. It’s nothing to even bothering thinking about.
* * *
“Bex, Makena, pizza’s here,”Aubrey yells.
It’s Sunday night and we usually try to unwind before the week starts. Sometimes we order food and sometimes we make a huge dinner. It’s the only day that all four of us sit down and eat together. It might be frustrating as hell sometimes with Bexley, but it’s still a good time of hanging out and talking.
“Seriously Aubrey, can’t you just once a week call me Bexley?” she asks, grabbing a slice of pizza.
“Oh come on, you love my sense of humor.” Bexley doesn’t say anything, just rolls her eyes and grabs a sit at the table. “Deep, deep down, under your black heart,” she whispers to me.
Once we are all sitting at the table, I grin. “Who wants to go first?”
The first dinner the four of us had together was pretty awkward. No one knew each other and no one was talking. I was looking around at them and they were just staring at their food or phone. I hate awkward silences, so I had to break the ice. I cleared my throat and smiled and it just fell out of my mouth.
“So, what was your favorite part of today?”
Yep, I wanted to bang my head on the table. It’s something my mom used to ask at dinner and it just came out. But now I had to stick with it like it was something I meant to say. Everyone laughed, but it got us talking. Since then, every Sunday I ask what their favorite part of the day was.
“I finished my powerpoint,” Makena says.
“When’s that due?” Aubrey questions.
“In two weeks.”
We all laugh because she’s always so far ahead of time. I don’t know why she does it, but I admire her for it. I sometimes wish I could be that motivated. Especially since I’m considering sending out some intern resumes to try and get in a few huge psychology practices. My nerves keep getting the best of me though and I’ve been putting it off. It’s not something I even told Aubrey about, I just don’t want to deal with the rejection and I know she’ll force me to do it.
“I got my hair highlighted,” Bexley says.
Turning my head, I look at her. It looks exactly the same as it has, but I lie. “Oh yeah, looks really good.”
“Thanks. It’s been a while, but since the weather is getting nicer, I wanted to do something crazy with it.”
One girl’s crazy is another’s boring.
“Come on, these are boring. I made myself come in the shower this morning. Only thing that beats that is having someone else do it for me,” Aubrey says.
We all laugh, including Makena.
“Oh you want to go there? I had one of the best orgasms this weekend. Chase was in rare form and fucked me like he hated me. It was hot as hell,” Bexley says, fanning herself just talking about it.
“I went home with this guy from the bar the other night and he was so drunk he ended up passing out before anything even happened,” Aubrey comments, shaking her head.
“That’s why I stuck with my battery operated boyfriend this weekend. Bob’s always hard and never comes before I do,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows.
