THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

“Okay guys…remember to go through the text intensively, and turn in your assignments on Monday morning to Garfield; and of course, don’t forget the quiz coming up tomorrow morning.” The professor said, as he rounded up his teaching, not moved or fazed, even slightly, by the long groans emanating from his students.

Although Emma wasn’t concerned about the quiz or assignment which she knew she would be able to scale through with good grades if she got her hand on the right materials, she still groaned out aloud with them, more out of dislike for the too young professor. What had happened to the previous professor? She thought, remembering the old professor who had a thing for Abraham Lincoln, whilst staring abhorrently at the man who was smiling at the students, obviously aware of the effect he was having on the female colony of the class, well, all except her.

She heaved in relief, when he began to pack up his books and sheets to leave the class, knowing that his class had been the last one for the day, as she had seen in their general group chat on skype. She couldn’t wait to drop by at her working place and get in an apology, wanting to be done with the whole thing once and for all, marking it off her to-do list.

As she stood up gingerly, packing her books and phone inside her back pack, she hissed reflexively, as she heard the professor call out her name suddenly.

What does he want now? She muttered, raising up her head, to face him, aware of the unsure glances she was receiving from the other females in the room. They must be wondering that she was a magnet for fine male species.

He was standing at the door, with his signature smirk well plastered on his lips. She wished she could slap it off his face.

“Miss Drackson…” He called again. “I would love to see you in my office now… if you’re done for the day.” He stated, still dormant at his position, probably waiting for a reply.

“Yes sir.” She gritted out, biting her lips as she watched him walk out of the class like some kind of royalty. She soughed as she felt an onset of a headache looming in.

“Jerk.” She muttered, not knowing what and why the professor ticked her off this bad.

And who gave him the professor title? They must be nuts. She thought, putting in the last shred of sheet inside her bag. The man was too young to be one. She doubted that he would be more than five years older than her.

“Emma…Hello.”

A voice greeted, and Emma stopped in her packing-up-her-bag movements; the voice sounded familiar.

“Hey, Ava…” She greeted, when she saw the beautiful brunette that had accommodated her on the night that she had gotten herself drunk after she had witnessed Derek cheating on her with the Cassey bitch.

“How are you doing?” Ava asked, stepping beside her desk.

“I’m holding up fine.” She replied. “How about you? How are you doing? It’s been a while.” She said, zipping up her bag, and wearing its handle on her shoulder.

“I’ve been good. I haven’t been seeing you around. You travelled?” Ava asked, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

“Yeah…” She replied. “Family issue…” She added, to make the lie believable.

“Alright. I see. And I understand too. Family can be very draining at times.” The latter said, and Emma couldn’t agree less, even though what had kept her from school had been far spelt from family.

“So, you are going to see Professor Perkins..”

Emma didn’t know if the statement was a question or just a declarative statement but she nodded all the same. A nod can never be wrong. She thought.

“Alright then. Let me have your skype Id. I can send you the materials and the texts, and of course, some important notes that have been spoken on since your absence.” Ava requested.

“Okay, sure. Thank you. It means a lot.” She stated, a genuine smile taking form on her lips, for the first time today. She shrugged her back-pack off her shoulders, and zipped it open, taking out her phone and booting it on. When she was done with that, she went through her skype settings until she saw her id, and then, called it out for Ava who inputted it in her phone.

“Done. I will send it to you, once I get home.” Ava said.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Okay. Thanks a lot for your help.” She stated, meaning every word of it, grateful for her thoughtfulness. For a second there, she had thought that the latter would have ranted on about the professor and all his mannerisms. She was glad that the brunette was different.

“You are welcome. See you tomorrow then.” Ava responded, before stepping away from her, and leaving the class.

“Alone again.” She mumbled, missing her clique for the umpteenth time. “They should better be back today as Melvina had said, or else…” she paused, not knowing what to add. She didn’t know where they had gone to, and so couldn’t go over to see them. And she didn’t think she would be able to snub them if she sees them again.

Sighing loudly, she emotionally patched herself up together, before walking out of the class which she had noticed was totally empty except for a guy who sat at the extreme end, engrossed in whatever he was typing away in his phone.

When she got out of the class, she tapped her forehead lightly as she came to a halt, cussing again as she realized that she didn’t even know the way to the professor’s office. And she hadn’t remembered to ask Ava about it.

“I will just leave, and if he asks me tomorrow, I will just tell him that I had forgotten or that I didn’t know the way to his office.” She muttered. But even as she said so to herself, she knew that her excuses were flimsy. She had to go to the man’s office, and get over with it once and for all. Perhaps, Clem might know. She thought, about to call Clem, but then cancelling out the idea at the last minute. Clem was majoring in architecture, and so would have no business to do with the history lecturer.