Adorable boxy smile

❤️ JENNIFER POV❤️

Why can't he just leave me alone. Firstly he used me and he's showing sympathy.....

I was on my way back home when I got a notification.

I checked it and it was saying that my tution fees has been deposited. I hurriedly went back to know who paid my fee and somewhat I knew it was Timothy. But they said it was paid by an anonymous person. They don't have any information about it..... 

I came back home thinking about who could it be... but I fall asleep as soon as my body hit the bed cause as I was so tired.

      ✨NEXT MORNING ✨

I woke up with the chirping of birds. I almost forgot I have to attend my classes from now on. 

And I'm was getting. I hurriedly got ready and goes ran to attend my class. But as usual I'm late, damn it. I hurriedly went to sit on corner seat.

       ✨Inside the class✨

"Miss Jennifer" It was Mr. Timothy. He asked me to solve the question on the Blackboard and I hate it so much standing in front of everyone. He ordered me to solve the question so I did.

While I was solving the question he suddenly stands up from his chair and walk to the window of the room to lean on the wall and look at me. He's just right infront of my desk. I hope he will shift once I'm done with this thing and back on my seat. I hurriedly solve the question, so I put my white chalk down and hurry to reach my seat.

I hurry to reach my chair out as professor's eyes are literally following me each and every movement I make, causing a rapid increase of my body heat. I sit down , the side of his body now right before me with only my desk to separate us.

I didn't appreciate the way he looked at me with his arms crossed when we both into an eye contact. What's his problem. He often gaze at me as if he had some problems with me. Oh yeah ofcourse he has problems with me, maybe he's afraid if I would say anything about him to other students.

The bell suddenly rings, and all the students tidy up there desk to run out of the class room. I do the same but I'm not in a hurry to go back home. I straighten up and push the chair against the table, I grab my handbag and walk away towards the door.

" Jennifer, wait a minute" He called out my name. 

Now what's wrong with him.

I turned around taking deep breaths in. "Now what!!!" I respond with irritated voice. He walks up to me and closes the door behind me. He steps in front of me and he stares into my eyes. "We need to talk Jennifer". 

"Mister Timothy I don't have anything to talking with you." I stop him right into his fake care for a poor girl that I am. I not someone who take his bullshit. 

" I need to go, Mr. Timothy thanks for showing your fake care." 

I bow to him and step away. He grab my wrist and stop me.

He runs his finger into his hair and said "I'm not acting, I really care about you." He seems to be sincere but I don't care, I can't trust someone like him.

"Oh let me guess, it's one of those way in which you trap girls in your game.....right??," I free myself from his hold and walk out of the room.

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 ❤️ NEXT MORNING ❤️

As always Timothy's gazed at me the whole way I walked to get to my table.

"Good morning everyone. I want you to listen very carefully to this lesson, more than usual, because a test is waiting for you." he declares while running his fingers in his black fluffy hair. 

He take out a small package of paper from his black briefcase, and starts giving it to each student of the classroom while explaining the subject of today and what those papers are made for.

"All right, so, the paper you received is for the exercises your going to do with me. The other one will be to practice on your own, but don't worry you will be allowed to ask me some questions if needed. I will give you the test ten minutes before the bell rings. Don't stress you'll have enough time." he said and rolls the sleeves up of his black shirt, reveling his muscular forearms on which prominent veins jutting out of his flawless skin and he turns towards the blackboard to use the white chalk on it.

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After twenty minutes, everybody completed the first step as he explained us to do. We're now all working on our own. Expect some girls....

Each girl are asking for him to get to their desk. I'm pretty sure it's not for that goddamm calculations, but just to have him close to them. They're so pathetic. Didn't they know his ture face colour and if they do know then I'm sure those are already had sex with him or maybe still serving him like his play-toy.

He goes to a girl who asks in a cringy way. "What's wrong Rose" he leans over her and rest his hand on the edge of the desk.

"Oh.... mister Timothy.... I don't know how to slove this problem....." 

Okay so now she's moaning to make him fall for her or maybe she want him to fuck her. So disgusting.

"Pssttt! Jennifer" the boy behind my back call my name in a whisper and makes me turn around.

"Hey do you have a pen, please?" 

"Here" I give him what he requested. He's one of the few people who I sometimes talks. But honestly he's the only that I like to spending time with. 

He uses to write something on paper in a quick way so I cannot help but to look at him. "Thank you, Cupcake," he give back my pen and responds with his adorable boxy smile, and I retrieve my pen to continue to work peacefully.

I try to solve all the calculation but ends up struggling with my work and not knowing what to write.

"do you need my help?" professor's voice passes through my eyes. He bends over me and one hand gets placed on the back of my chair. I feel it touching me and he's now almost guarding my figure by putting his other hand next to my right hand. I don't like this tension, he's too close to me and I can smell his arousing male fragrance which is making me remember that one night memories, his touch, his face, his voice, everything about that night. 

I jerk off his hand "No, thanks, professor but I can do it on my own." and the bell rings I take my bag as every student starts to going out of the class room.

But before I could run out he stop me. 

I clench my fist as I turn around. " Class starts at 8 tomorrow" He remind me. 

"I thought it was 9?" I ask him. 

"It's 8" he shake his head with a smile. 

I simply nod and come out.