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I was supposed to go straight to the elders. And I was going to, I swear. I even picked up my car, which I have special dispensation to use on the island to get there quicker. But somehow, when I set foot on campus, instead of heading to where my vehicle is parked, I found myself standing outside the girls’ dormitories, staring in through the windows.
Well, one window to be specific. I’m not some peeping Tom.
I looked at the security camera footage we installed in her room but I wanted to see with my own eyes.
And now I’m glad that I did. Because what I’m seeing is not the girl I met at the bar. It’s not even the student I tormented in my class. She’s unrecognisable. A shell of herself. And it doesn’t sit well with me for some reason.
But there’s no way we’re to blame for this.
Something happened.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and when I pull it out I see it’s an email update. The thing is set to automatically update when it connects to the campus wi-fi, but I never usually check my emails outside of office hours. Something makes me click on the mail icon today though. Probably because I’m so distracted by the waif of a girl in front of me.
Instead of the usual avalanche of bullshit correspondence that floods my inbox every time I open it, today there’s only one unread message. And it’s from her. I click it and scan the short message.
Dear Professor,
Due to unforeseen circumstances and health reasons, I need to withdraw from your class with immediate effect.
Regards,
Malia-Tarni Van Der Zee
Fuck that. Her generic message is complete bullshit. My anger quickly bubbles to the surface, and I unleash the curse under my breath. Usually I try to be the calm, level-headed one of our group, masking my emotions for their benefit. But they’re not here, and I’m not about to let Malia slip through our fingers.
I want eyes on her at all times, and I want to see her for myself. She isn’t withdrawing from anything. I quickly hack into the university’s email system – which is as easy as sliding a hot knife through butter thanks to the software Reef set me up with – to scan for correspondence from Malia-Tarni to my co-workers. She’s sent the exact same email to all of her professors asking to switch to online learning for ‘health reasons’.
With my anger rising even further, I step out from the bushes I wasn’thidingbehind, and stride towards the entrance to her dorm with purpose. Some students are exiting the building as I approach the doors, and they giggle when they see me.
“Hi, sir,” one of them says. I don’t spare them a glance, reaching for the door before it closes.
“God, he’s such an asshole.”
I grin to myself at her complaint. Yeah, I’m not interested in winning any teacher of the year awards. I give less than zero fucks about popularity and niceties. As soon as our mission is complete, I’m out of here.
“Shame, he’s such a snack,” the friend replies as I slip through the door into the dorm.
“The cute ones are gay and the hot ones are always dicks.”
The door closes behind me before I can hear any more of their conversation, but it does make me smirk. Cove is such a pretty boy he’s been mistaken for being gay several times, and Bhodi is definitely what girls apparently consider hot, and he’s absolutely a dick, so maybe those girls outside were right.
I walk along the corridor until I get to Malia’s door, and knock. There’s no answer, but I know she’s inside having just spent the last twenty minutes staring through her window. Knocking again, I let my fist fall a little harder against the door this time to show my annoyance. And persistence. I’m not going anywhere until she opens the damn door.
“I told you I just want to be alone, Sum—oh. It’s you.” Huge saucer-like eyes stare up at me, and her jaw hangs open. It’s almost comedic or it would be if I wasn’t staring at those full lips and imagining feeding my cock between them. Fuck. I need to get a grip.
I step past her, pushing my way inside her room and gazing around the space with feigned disinterest.
The only decoration or personal item in the entire place is the wooden surfboard hanging on the wall and some fairy lights strung around haphazardly. Even the bedding is university issue, and the whole place feels…sad. Impersonal. Who is Malia-Tarni? Fucked if I can tell from this dump. The bed looks sufficient for what I’d love to do to her though…
“Erm, what are you doing here, sir?”
“Professor.”
“Pardon?”
“I’m your professor, not your Sir,” I clarify, ignoring the way my dick twitches its interest at the title. Nope. We are not going there with a student. I definitely worded that wrong. Even though ever since finding out the enigma in the bar is my student and quite possibly the key to saving my people, it’s done nothing to curb my obsession with her.
Even now, I know I shouldn’t be here in her room, but it’s like I can’t help myself. A glutton for punishment, I’m compelled to torture myself with visions of what can never be.
