Hot Night With My Professor

“Are you flirting with our new calculus professor, Jothea?” My fellow student, whose name I can’t recall, asked me that. She was referring to Ismael Mondalla. Almost instantly, I frowned.

“What are you saying?” was my answer. What in the world? What was on her mind to think I was flirting with that professor? All I know is that I hate him to death. “Why would I even consider doing that?” I inquired as I let go of the spoon in my hand and turned to face her.

“Because you were deliberately late to his class to get attention,” she remarked. “You were attempting to get him interested in you, weren’t you? Why? To pass his subject? That’s what you did with Professor Enciso, right?”

My hand felt the urge to slap her face, and I’m sure it caused a commotion across the entire cafeteria. I was very surprised to see the look on her face. Why? She started it. Involving Professor Sybill in this situation is what prompted me to pull the trigger.

“Gosh! Why did you slap me?” said the woman while cradling her left cheek in her hand. “Motherfucker!”

I gasped. “Because you deliberately chose to mess with me, woman! Do you have anything else to say? Because if there is anything else, I will gladly smack you again on the other side,” I warned, leaving her grimace.

“Fuck you, Jothea! You’ll definitely pay for this!”

Before she walked away in front of me, she let out a scream of frustration. Why does she choose this moment to attempt to trip me when she has done so numerous times in the past? Isn’t she aware that I shouldn’t be bullied because I fight back? The fuck? They have been here with me for the past four years, but they still don’t know me. Even more so, having the guts to involve Professor Sybill, who had to leave this institution due to that fucking law, is a no-no for me. She should not mess with me and use him against me. She should know her place.

I didn’t even finish my meal because I completely lost my appetite. I won’t even go to the next class because I will only see their faces. But that was before Dean summoned me to her office. Of course, because of what happened in the cafeteria. Because Savannah reported me and what I did to her, I missed the chance to ditch the class.

“Kindly bring your parents here, Miss Alvandra,” Dean Dator said, making me immediately depressed. Isn’t she aware of how things are going with my family?

“Dean, she doesn’t have any family.” Savannah commented as if it made her more of a person than me. She still has a knowing grin. Would she be capable of grinning that way if I pulled her hair in front of Dean?

Dean Dator sighed as I could see that she was trying to figure out what to do about me. “At the very least, bring here your guardian. I need to talk to them about your performance.”

Guardian? Tsk. You have already taken away the one person in this world who truly cares about me, and now you intend to ask me to bring my guardian for me?

“I don’t have anyone,” I stated. When Dean sees me, she slumps her shoulders and gives me a sad look, but it’s unclear whether she does this out of sympathy or because she finds the fact that I’m by myself in this place sad.

I gasped. There is no reason to feel sorry for me at all. It is a benefit to have no one. No one will interfere in my life. Every choice I make in my life is only me who has a say. Just me.

“There is no way out for you then. Tell Savannah that you are sorry for what you have done.” It seemed as though Savannah was satisfied with Dean Dator’s suggestion, but me? Nope.

“Not going to happen. It was she who started. If she hadn’t messed with me, she wouldn’t have received a big, loud slap. Her face deserves it anyway.”

I rolled my eyes as I stepped away from the office, and the next thing I knew was that Ismael was standing there, leaning beside the door, listening to us. What a pain in my sight! The idea of flirting with someone like him has never crossed my mind. I have a standard! And he will never reach that.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I walked out of the office in a huff. I was aware that Dean Dator was calling my name, but I chose to ignore her and keep going.

The moment I walked out of the college campus was when I first became acutely aware of my isolation. I remembered again the family I didn’t have.

My parents are separated and are now both married to someone else. My younger brother has also started his own family and is currently raising his two children. Although they aren’t married yet, they have two children now. It was only a month ago when his live-in partner gave birth. I sighed. How can I bother people who no longer care about me? They didn’t even say hello to me or ask how I was. How am I going to ask them to go over here for a mess I made?

And now I only have Professor Sybill; they even took it from me. I can’t believe this is my life right now. What a fucking life!

I reached into my pocket, took out a cigarette, and lit it before I made the decision to go to the pub and become intoxicated. Recent events have completely derailed my life. What is the point of studying now? No one will go on stage with me anyway. No one will clap for me either. No one will be happy that I have finished my degree. Graduating is not on my list now.

I looked at the screen on my mobile device, hoping that Sybill’s name would pop out, but even at this time, he still did not feel the need to contact me. What is the real reason why he suddenly disappeared? Has he forgotten me as well as his promise? Our first anniversary is around the corner.

After having one last drag before putting the cigarette out for good, I flagged down a cab and traveled to a nearby bar. What time is it? One in the afternoon? It looks like I would have a long drink.

I went into the pub, which was bustling with activity despite the fact that it was just afternoon. The majority of people are dancing along with the lights in the air. Others are casually talking with their companions while laughing. While I was alone. Are there any of them like me who drink to forget their problems for a while?

“What can I have for you, Miss?”