Marie

I lazily watched the clock, wondering how long it would take to finally leave my lecture. I'd be lying if I said I truly liked learning English after 19 years of learning it without paying for it. Now I was drowning in student loans for a major I had no passion for anymore.

Student debt had me wincing at every price tag and my eyes widening at every bill that came my way. I sighed and looked at the clock again. A long 5 minutes.

Soon the room began to empty and I moved along with them, ready for my next lecture. I'd be lying if I said I had many friends at such a prestigious college since the majority of my classmates were rich and haughty.

I was used to their looks, knowing they were thinking what the fuck was I doing here? Honestly, even I didn't know. There wasn't anything special about me, and after a year here, the full ride I was promised was bullshit. I used to wonder how the people around me looked so put together while I drowned, consumed by life. No time to date or make friends.

Instead, I was constantly hounded by my overbearing mother to make ends meet since she had problems of her own and couldn't help me.

I decided the first step to having a good first semester was to remove toxic people from my life. Even if it had to be family. As much as I loved her, I couldn't take her jabs anymore. I quit calling. I quit texting. There was nothing for us to speak about anymore since she never bothered to ask how I was doing. Mommy issues I guess.

I even switched my Human Anatomy professor since the last one was a piece of shit, only calling on the black students in his hall. Specifically me. My only hope was that this one would act right. Who am I kidding? I'm not a lucky girl. Hell, I'll be lucky if I even pay my rent this month, much less get a decent professor.

Trapped in my thoughts, I didn't know I had passed the hall that led to my Anatomy class until it was too late and I was late. I decided to save myself from embarrassment by walking behind the person who also showed up late, hiding from the stares of the people. Fuck. It felt like high school all over again.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." A smooth voice commenced, but I ignored it knowing it was only the professor doing their usual introduction as I went to the top of the stairs and sat in the back as I usually did. But this time, sitting in the back wasn't all it took to make me unnoticed because I felt that stare. A commanding stare that made me sit up straight and look ahead, focusing on the eyes that pierced my soul. "I am Professor Bennett. Today will be the start of this course and it won't be easy." His eyes were on mine and my delusional ass could only think those words had a different meaning.

He went over the course syllabus and schedule, before finally beginning his lecture. "This unit contains chapters on Cell Structure and Function, Cell Life Cycle, and Tissues..." I truly was a delusional bitch. Because every so often our eyes met and my pussy throbbed at the thought of him knowing his way around someone's body. He didn't become an anatomy teacher for knowing nothing.

And those hands. Large. The suit he wore hinted at his built physique and I couldn't help my dangerous thoughts about my new professor. I knew he had to have been new since I'd never forget a face like that around campus. His sleeves were rolled up to expose the bottom half of his arms, a shiny watch adorning his wrist.

His brown eyes met mine again and I had to pinch myself because I wanted to fuck my professor. Oh, how my mother would be so ashamed of me.

It's safe to say I didn't really pay much attention, only wondering how I can seduce the tall glass of wine in front, speaking about the different types of tissues in the body.

Perhaps my persistence is what made me desperate. Chasing after a man that barely signaled if he held any interest in me or not.

Each day, I wore something I wouldn't dare to think of wearing to a lecture. A small skirt that hugged my curves or a dress that exposed my chest to his eyes. I always arrived early, sitting in the back, knowing his eyes would stray toward me. The erotic dance of who would make the first move ensued and I knew I was playing a dangerous game. A game that could get us in so much trouble. But I couldn't help it. Not when my professor looked at me so intensely and said my name on his plump lips as if he practiced saying it so many times.

It had only been three months of this game. In those three months, I had at least made a friend named Mya. She was a wild thing with a spirit I couldn't match fully with all the bullshit I had gone through. I saw her patiently waiting outside my class with her books in her arms.

"We need to get some nachos from the stand up the street! I swear it's so good, Marie. I almost came in my panties right there." She moaned out as we walked, reminiscing about the nachos I clearly wished I had so I can react the same way.

I chuckled and followed her out the building.