retrieve his keys. I kind of laughed as I watched him. If anyone was close to my own inability to be on time, it was him. We ran into the building and down the large hallway together and finally I stopped at the door to the classroom and so did he. We both looked up at it and then grinned at each other.
“So, I guess we really were going to the same class.” I said and he opened the door up for me. I stepped in and a few students turned to see us both rushing in. I walked down the long narrow steps and then spotted a couple of seats in the middle and about five rows back from the front. I ran towards them and turned back to tell Keegan I had spotted something and luckily the professor was not even here yet. I was so relieved that I ran to the seat and sat down as people stared at me. I looked over as I watched Keegan stop and grin at me and then he calmly walked to the front of the room and up onto the stage. He walked over to the large black board behind him and picked up the liquid chalk pen. He wrote on it and then turned as I stared at his name on it in complete horror.
“Hello. I am Mr. Vale, but honestly you are all welcome to call me Keegan, I am not that arrogant to think that we cannot just talk to each other like regular people. I am an assistant professor, but this does not mean that I am incapable of teaching you and it will not reflect on your degrees. Mrs. Cassapian fell ill and being in her late fifties,” he glanced at me with a smirk on his face, “she has decided to take this semester off, so you have inherited me, but I assure you that I will do my very best, as I always have. My credentials will be listed on the campus website, feel free to look them over. Mrs. Cassapian will return next semester and will pick up wherever we leave off. ” He glanced at me and I slid down about two inches as the look on my face said everything that I could not possibly mutter out loud. I was speechless.
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I sat outside his office after the classes had ended for the day. The door finally opened and a girl came walking out, twisting her hair and smiling at him. She obviously thought he was attractive, I mean who the fuck would not think that? He was gorgeous and a liar, a fucking trickster. I was so pissed that the embarrassment of all that I had told him was pushed to the back of my mind. The girl stopped and looked me over as I stood up and he looked at me, his expression the same as it had been before I knew what he was.
“Fay.”
“Mr. Vale,” my tone sounded cold, but with good reason. The girl quickly lost her smile and walked away as he stepped aside. I walked into his office, which looked more like a room I would have decorated. It had black and white photos on the walls, scenes of the ocean and forests. All things I loved, but I had to ignore it as I walked to the large, black leather chair and sat down. He walked to his desk, but never sat down at the chair behind it. Instead he sat on the corner of it all laid back and annoying. I looked up at him as I placed my hands on my knees and tapped them a few times.
“It’s Keegan, nothing changes just because I teach.”
I laughed and looked up at him. “Um, it changes everything. I mean I told you about my book…” I trailed off as he stood up and walked over to the large double-paned window that overlooked the campus. He stared out and then turned back and sat down on the ledge of it, not unlike my detective in my story had. I blinked and pushed the story out of my mind. This was not a fictional tale of sex and debauchery, it was real and had real consequences for my future.
“I still love the premise of your book.”
“I bet,” I said as I leaned back and held onto the large arms on the chair. There was no way to feel comfortable in it, it was too large, so I stood up and crossed my arms on my chest.
“I will just leave the class.”
“No, why would you do that?” he asked me as I shook my head at him.
“Listen, I get it. You were
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