Part-2

I got a gold medal in the IMDO, but I didn’t get one in the IBO. The rest of the year went by with me getting awards right and left in biology and having the time of my life with Rhys, Daniel and Rivika.

Rhys and I decided to leave ourselves at the ‘complicated’ stage. We always flirted around, but never let it become something.

As for Daniel…I think some loves were best left unfinished. I wasn’t an idiot, I knew he felt something for me, but in the end, I realized that he would be that love of mine that I’ll never regret. I might regret never dating him, but I would never regret loving him, and that was something good to hold on to for the rest of my life.

He went to college after the summer, and while the goodbye was tearful and painful, at least it was for the right reasons. He and Rivika were going to try having a long distance relationship, and I knew if someone could make it would, it was them.

School wasn’t my favourite, just like any other sane highschooler. Sure, at times it could be fun, and I definitely loved my friends, but school in general: it was hell.

There were only two lectures that were somewhat tolerable: biology and English.

I loved literature, there was something about it that just pulled me in. Apart from that, I liked Chemistry, and well, as you might know, I was in love with biology.

I wasn’t very much inclined to examining dead people’s hearts or livers, and how good for me, our new biology professor, just seemed to love that portion.

We always had an option before: if you want to take a look at those organs, do so, if you don’t want to, well we respect your choice.

It was one of the advantages of attending a private school, an advantage that we knew was about to be taken away.

The first week of the school, I had to skip, cause I had caught a flu and during that time, we had gotten a new Professor who went by the name Caspian Grey.

His name was hot, and from the posts on Instagram, so was the rest of him. The thing was that he wasn’t the most lenient person. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t lenient at all.

He was very much adamant on snatching away our little privilages, and he had announced in my absence that it was compulsory for everyone to attend all of his lectures-especially the ones in the lab.

I was a lot of things- but I had never tried to seduce a professor and that was about to change. But first, I had to try the damsel in distress outfits.

I picked out a white see through lace dress. I had the same in black, but that one was reserved for another time. Putting a white camisole under it, I put the dress on.

White had a thing for making girls look like damsels.

I picked out a nude pink lipstick, smacked some lipgloss over it. I curled my hair only slightly, just to make them wavy enough, before tying them up in a half-ponytail.

I pulled out the mascara, applied a hell lot of it-my eyelashes were long and pretty, but some enhancement never hurt.

Lastly, I put on a pair of white glittery-sneakers and grabbed a cute pink bag.

There was no time to make any more changes, so, I rushed down the stairs just in time for my dad to pull up his car right in front of the gate.

I saw Reece take a seat in the back. We used to carpool together. Sometimes even Daniel joined, but he was too proud of his car to ever leave a chance to show it off.

I hoped in the passenger seat.

“That’s a strong perfume, which on is it?” My father asked me, starting the engine.

“Lancome’s la vie est belle,”

“Is there anything special today?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. I shrugged, shaking my head. “Well, you look like an angel!”

“Thanks, dad,” he kissed my forehead before pressing the accelerator and driving us to the school.

We arrived in no time. I usually felt like picking out an outfit was a waste of time, but that day I felt grateful that we didn’t have uniforms.

“You look like an angel,” Rivika commented as soon as she saw me and I smiled broadly at her.

“It’s for the bio professor, isn’t it?” Daniel asked despite knowing the answer. He knew how I hated everything about biology but I hated nothing more than seeing the organs of a dead person.

Rhys threw me a look. He had hated the idea. As a matter of fact, he had expressed how much he was against the idea of me dolling up to appease a professor, and I had expressed how much I was against hearing his opinion.

With my luck, biology was first. That meant my make up wouldn’t get dull, but that also meant that I wouldn’t get any time to mentally prepare myself.

Before I entered the classroom, I got a whiff of a strong stench of paperbacks, the kind you get when you enter a library. Being a book-freak, I loved the smell, and it instantly sent tingles over my skin.

The goosebumps on my arms rose as soon as I entered the class. I was told by almost every girl that the professor was hot, but that had not prepared me for the sight in front of me.

I had expected him to be hot, just not the Gavin Leatherwood kind.

He was in a blue suit with a white shirt underneath, shirt that was half unbuttoned and revealed some sort of a tattoo and a tattered leather necklace with a simple pill-shaped pendent.

His skin was flawless, and from the view, he looked like the kind with muscles. I gulped, trying to not to get distracted from my plans. I put my bag down on the first desk, my eyes trying to digest his brown hair and eyes that were just as dark and were shielded by a pair of spectacles.

This man had as many women as he wanted, and seducing him was impossible by chance.

Sinful thoughts corrupted my mind, and as if hearing them, his eyes rose from the notes he was organising.

“Good Morning, Mr. Grey,” I uttered, trying not to let my gaze sink back to his chest.

“Good morning,” his sweet English voice came out. With that accent and looks he was the most attractive man I had ever laid my eyes on. For a moment, I felt him take in my appearance, but his eyes went back to his work too quickly for my pleasure. “Please sit down,”

I obeyed without complain. Hell, if this man were to ask me to jump I would probably do so without thinking.

The front seats were all occupied by the girls. Some of them I hadn’t even seen in the class before. But they were there, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why.

“A very good morning to you all. I had Mrs. Baily prepare the organs of the reproductive system for your viewing. As I like to say, observing makes the concepts always easier,” Mrs. Baily was our junior biology teacher. “Please form a queue so I may escort you all to the biology lab,”

 Everyone got up in a second, with no reluctance. If I weren’t so repulsed by the organs of the human body, even I would’ve jumped at the chance of seeing this man teach reproduction.

“Excuse me, Sir, I um…” I trailed off, uncertain as to what to say.

“What is it, Ms…?”

“Decembers. Sir, actually, I am not very comfortable with viewing organs. I was wondering if I could stay back?” I looked up at him with my eyes widened with hope. No guy had ever been able to refuse me with those eyes. I blinked up at him innocently, hoping my childish sweet voice had done its job.

“You can most certain do so,” he answered, his eyes zooming in on me. “If you wish to fail this class.”

“But-”

“You heard me, Ms Decembers. Please don’t waste my time,” with that, he slid out from behind the desk and led the class to the lab.

I wanted to get into an Ivy, I didn’t have that many strong subjects, so I needed biology. It was my savior. I ran after my class without any second thoughts.

How bad could it possibly be?

It was awful.

The smell got to me before the scenario did.

As soon as we entered the lab, a strong smell welcomed me, and I did all I could to not gag.

The professor had us all gather around a table with a few organs lying around. He had us put on the gloves and gently, he picked up a certain organ.

Again, if I was a little better at viewing biology, perhaps I would’ve been able to tell you exactly what that organ was.

He handed it to the girl beside me. “Please pass it on,” he instructed her before addressing us all. “So, students, that is-” the girl brought it up towards me, and just like the proper damsel that I was, I fainted.

When I woke up, I was in a familiar room. The room was very familiar, it belonged to my former biology teacher, and with my perfect marks and connection with her, I had been brought in there numerous number of times.

But it had a different feel, a different scent.

I rose, and realized I was on a couch. “Just in time for my next lecture,” Came professor Grey’s voice. I turned to the source of voice, finding him sitting at his table, with his eyes on his work.

He was holding a black fountain pen, and was scribbling something on a dull brown paper. That man was out of movies and a living aesthetic.

I slowly got to his feet and asked, “What happened?”

“You blacked out in the lab. I brought you here. I have called your parents, they must be on their way.”

“Can I please skip the lab portions now?” I asked desperately.

“No. You can’t pass biology without knowing what organs look like. Hell, you can’t even look at them!”

“Well, who wants to look at a dead man’s organs?”

“A dead woman’s organs, Ms Decembers. Those were ovaries.”

“Okay…well what do I care? I don’t even know where they are!” I spoke, trying to cover up my stupidity, probably sounding even more stupid than before. I knew where they were, goddammit.

“They’re in your lower abdomen, Ms Decembers,” he said, and suddenly, everything was too hot. My gaze dropped to his chest’s muscles that were rising and falling way too quickly.

“Here?” I asked, placing my palm on my lower abdomen while not taking my eyes off his chest.

“I am your professor, Ms Decembers, need I remind you?” he said, but his voice was restrained.

“Who said I had forgotten that?” I uttered, my voice becoming normal again.

“I knew you were a bitch,”

“You are my professor, Mr Grey, need I remind you? You can’t use such language with me.”

“Leave. And if you can’t bear to look at organs, drop out. It’s your future not mine.”

My feet dragged me out somehow. I felt more humiliated than I had ever felt in my life. I was so stupid: hitting on a teacher, a teacher as hot as that.

I waited outside his office for my parents. My legs felt a little numb, so I slid down to the floor with my back pressed against the wall.

At some point, he came out of his cabin, and I felt his gaze upon me, but I was too embarrassed to even look at him.

“You can wait inside,” was all he spoke before trotting away. I ignored his words, unable to even get up.

Eventually, my father came to me, he wasn’t very happy to find me on the floor, but understood my reluctant approach to not explain the situation.

He helped me to get to my feet and put a soothing arm on my back.

“Let’s get you home, my little angel!”

With those words, we left the school premises. I ignored the judgemental looks that I was receiving. No one tried to approach me but I could hear them, I could feel them whisper.

But I didn’t care.

I just wanted to get home and sleep.