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How To Fuck Your Professor	By : Belladonna Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > General Views: 1877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You’re jostled awake by the motion of him rolling over to face you. You crack open your eyes and as you do the full force of your hangover hits you, causing a hoarse groan to escape your lips. At this, Hunt’s eyes also open and he blinks a couple of times, staring at you.

“Morning,” you croak, smiling at him.

He leaps out of bed away from you, swearing at the top of his voice. You cover your ears at the assault on your hangover and drag yourself up into a sitting position.

He’s stumbling around the room looking for his clothes. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK! No fucking way this is happening.”

“What’s happening?” You ask, fear creeping into your voice.

He turns to look at you with incredulity on his face. “WHAT’S HAPPENING? YOU-! ME-!” He thunders, gesturing wildly between the two of you. He spins around and punches his fist into the wall, causing you to shrink into the back of the bed, pulling the covers around yourself. He turns back around and when he sees the fear in your eyes, tries to calm down. He sits on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, breathing deeply.

“I can’t believe you did this,” he says after a moment.

What did he just say? You think, anger mounting. “Excuse me?” You ask incredulously. “You can’t believe who did this?”

He stands up and faces you again, his face a mask of rage. “YOU SEDUCED ME!” He shouts, jabbing a finger at the air before your face. “You LIED to me! And now you’re going to cost me my fucking job!”

Your eyes narrow and you clench your jaw. You get out of bed slowly; you’re both glaring at each other but you refuse to be the first to break eye contact. He balls up his fists and spins on his heel toward the bathroom, leaving you to collect your clothes from around the house.

When you’re dressed in your wrinkled and wine-stained gown from the previous night, you re-enter his bedroom and address the closed bathroom door.

“I showed you who I was last night. It’s not my fault that you didn’t even look at me.” You take a shaking breath, willing back tears. “I thought you knew who I was… I thought you wanted me anyway.”

The door offers no response, so you gather your belongings and leave.
The next day is Monday, and despite thinking up every excuse not to go to class, you find yourself thumping your books down on the desk next to Addison. She grabs your arm and shakes you excitedly.

“How did it go?” She whispers. “Tell me everythiiiiing!”

You turn your head to look at her and she finally takes in your appearance. Your usually perfectly made-up face is clean, exposing dark black circles under your eyes, pimples dotting your forehead, and lips red raw from being bitten. You slouch into your seat, burying your hands in the pockets of your oversized grey hoodie and stare at a stain in your black track-pants.

“It didn’t go so well, Addi,” you mutter back, “and I don’t want to talk about it.”

Addison makes a sympathetic noise and places her hand on your arm, but doesn’t say anything.

Hunt enters the room precisely on time, and your eyes are unwillingly drawn to him. He looks as perfect as usual in his tailored suit, and takes the class as if nothing was different. It’s only when he calls on you to take your turn to give your presentation on silent films that he finally gets agitated. As you walk past him to stand before the class, you see his face turn red and his jaw clench. You stick your chin up and pointedly ignore him for the entire duration of your talk.

Your presentation comes to an end to the sound of scattered, echoing applause and you begin to walk back to your seat, but you lurch to a stop when he says your name.

“I don’t think that your…attire today follows school rules.” The tone in his voice sends your rage to boiling point. “We ask that students adhere to a strictly smart-casual dress code.”

You close your eyes as you spin slowly to face him, willing yourself not to slap him – which becomes a lot harder when you open your eyes to find him glaring at you.

“Sorry, professor,” you snap, “but my evening gown is at the drycleaners.” You walk back to your seat amidst a loud chorus of “ooooh” from the other students. Addison takes your hand when you sit, and you spend the rest of the lesson angrily fighting back tears.
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