Professor F

Chapter 33

For some reason, Flynn’s answer made August’s heart swell in happiness. No matter how twisted it is,

she feels touched that he's doing this to be with her in private. Since they can't really act like the

regular couples.

She sighed inside, it's starting to sink in how difficult it would be to go out with someone like Flynn. He

is her professor and he is a prince.

She suddenly feel worried about getting caught. Her mind was clouded with her emotions at that time

she suggested they could date in private that she didn't think of getting caught. She was so in the

moment that she forgot about consequences that may cause problems for both of them.

"What's wrong?" He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.

We'll get through this. I can't just ask him to quit this job although he was more than willing to do so. It'll

work. I'm sure it'll work out for us. As long as we both want to make it work.

She smiled and kissed his lips. "Nothing. I love you. And thank you for doing this. I know you did this to

make it work for both of us. Since I was the one who gave you the condition for us to date in private."

He sighed. "I think…” He paused. “I’ll never have a normal relationship with anyone."

She feels sad for him. She could sense how much he wanted to live a normal life, out of the public's

eyes and just enjoy his private life.

"Well, you're already dating a normal girl. I'm no one special." She teased. "That's a good start, right?"

He kissed her forehead. "You're special, August. People may always think of themselves as average or

normal but to someone, you'd always be something else. And you are special to me.”

The bell rang for her class and she kissed his lips before heading out. "I have to go. I'll see you

tonight?”

Flynn nodded with a smile on his lips. “See you.”

••••••

August was almost done with her shift when she heard someone calling her name but it sure isn't

someone from the evening brew.

"August!"

She looked around and saw Liam waving his hand at her, while sitting on a couch and a cup of coffee

on his table. She went near him. "Hey, didn't know you go here."

“Well, I don't, usually. But I saw a familiar face when I was passing by and decided to try the place." He

said, implying she was that familiar face.

She smiled. "Is there anything else you'd like to order though?"

"Nothing really. Just wanted to say hi. What time do you get off?" This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"In an hour." She answered as she checked her wristwatch.

"Cool. I'll wait for you then."

"Why? Is there anything you wanna talk about?"

“N—No. I j—just…“ He stammered and scratched his cheek. "I just wanted to talk and probably walk

you home?"

"How'd you know I live nearby?" She asked feeling a little cautious.

“Oh, I just heard the guys talking about who'll walk you home tonight." He chuckled.

"Geez. Those guys don't get it. I said I'm fine going home alone. They're all pretty busy with their own

college festival coming up."

"Your boyfriend, too?"

"W—What?" She panicked.

"I mean, is your boyfriend busy as well he couldn't walk you home?"

Her heartbeat suddenly erratic. How would she answer that question? She's not sure what information

Liam wanted to get from her. Does he have an idea about Flynn? Or is he just trying to know if she's

single or not?

Flynn knows this set up she has with her colleagues. She promised she'll avoid the guys as much as

possible.

“I, uhm—"

"Miss Peters?" She heard a familiar voice from behind her.

"F—Fl—I mean, Professor Ferguson." She bites her lower lip.

"Professor!" Liam stands up. "Good evening. How's the evening run?"

Flynn was a little sweaty on his black joggers, white dry fit shirt and cap paired with his black running

shoes. "It's fine. Mind if I join you while waiting for my drink?" He asked while catching his breath.

"Not at all, Professor."

"I—I'll excuse myself." She mumbled and forced a smile. For some reason she feels glad Flynn came

to her rescue, feeling confused as to how she'd handle Liam's question.

It was easy then because she's not seeing Flynn or anyone at all, it was easy to answer those kinds of

questions. But knowing she's in a relationship for the first time but she couldn't tell anyone is a different

story.

It's really starting to get complicated. She looks at Liam and Flynn. Did Flynn hear Liam's question

earlier? Will Flynn wait for her to get off and will Liam do the same? Damn, this is driving me crazy! I'm

sure Flynn can come up with an excuse later.

Her shift is over and she's ready to leave when she noticed Flynn standing up to leave too. Liam did

the same and she panicked.

She was about to go out and the other guys doing part time were preparing, too.

She assured them, again, that she can walk herself home when Flynn and Liam approached them.

"Hey, August."

"Hey." She greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible with Flynn around. She introduced Liam to

her colleagues. "Professor Ferguson mentioned he lives nearby."

"Ah, yes! Professor Ferguson lives in the same apartment building where August lives." Trevor said

while Tanner looked away when Professor looks at him, intimidatingly.

"Oh!" Liam said nodding his head. "That solves the problem then? Sorry, I heard you're walking August

home and no one can come with her tonight."

"No. I—I'm alright. I can—"

"I don't mind." Flynn answered firmly and sips from his iced drink. Everyone was suddenly quiet.

Liam was the first to recover and smiled at her. "I'll go ahead then. See you around."

She smiled and she was pinned on the ground as the boys left the street. They were left alone.

"He likes you."

"Huh?"

"Liam." He answered curtly, uninterested.

"That's crazy." She laughed nervously.

"Shall we?" He asked and they started walking home. There's an awkward silence between them. "I'd

like to walk you home. Every night when your shift is over."

"But they might—"

"Now that they know we live in the same place and that I do evening runs and drop by at the coffee

shop, they wouldn't think about that."

She smiled at him. He did come up with a solution. "Smart."

"The things I'd do for love."

And it struck her. What about me? What can I do?