Chapter 2: Meet Professor Matthews

(Eugene's point of view)

Why did I decide to take this job? Well for the most part, it was for Mrs. Kurtz constant nagging on the phone. But, it wasn't just her nagging and the University's desperate need that I took the job, it was for Professor Kurtz, who I owe my life to. Without him, I would never have become the person I am today, Eugene Matthews, 29 years old, rank number 7 of the country as the most successful young man according to Seattle Times.

I'm going to dress casual today, no suit or ties, I miss this school, and I miss the feeling of being young and curious. Satisfied with the jeans and dress shirt Mrs. Stone picked out when I told her last night that I didn't want to look too serious, I grabbed for my military color Prada messenger bag. Today is going to be a good day even though I am not a Philosophy major; the subject has always been very interesting for me.

Just as I was about to step into my BMW hybrid, Mrs. Stone called my name, "Eugene, don't forget your mother, Ms. Katherine Kavanagh is coming by this evening for dinner, and please don't make me reschedule again!"

"Yes, I remember, thanks! See you later," I shouted back at her. My mother wasn't the easiest person to talk to. She loves to talk and enjoy every second interrogating me. I know for certain that she is going to ask me if I seen anyone lately, then she will give me names and even photos of girls, suggesting that they will produce great grandchildren for her. I know what to expect out of my mother, and it is going to be one long night.

I was sitting in front of the huge classroom studying the syllabus of what I needed to teach these young 18-20 years old; on the front page it had listed the course description and the requirements. Interestingly, it also listed a female name: Ella Grey, TA. Senior, major in English.

Good, I thought since I have a TA she could perhaps do the office hours for Professor Kurtz, I have a tight and very busy schedule to maintain and won't be able to sit in an office listening to students begging to pass the class. I looked at the clock and noted that I had 10 minutes before class starts, so I decided to go get a cup of dark coffee. Just as I push open the door, two cups of coffee fly upward and before I knew it spill over a young woman's body. But before I could even apologize she was already screaming at me, "You stupid fool!" The anger on her face didn't even diminish when she looked and saw that I was giving her my innocent boy smile, it normally works. She didn't stop yelling, but I found it quite amusing, especially the way her mouth moves when she said, "Don't touch me." It did the reverse on me, it made me want to touch her, take the white blouse that was now covered with coffee off. She is fairly attractive, even though she was wearing her copper brown hair up, plain black slacks and coffee covered blouse. Her clothes didn't do her justice, what made me lock into her was her overpowering dark grey eyes. It has a very strong effect on me, very mysterious, and I wanted to know her. I was never so interested in a girl until now. When she yelled at me, her eyes get even bigger, like dark grey glitters shinning in the dark night. I studied her for a while and noticed her bag had the name "Grey" imprinted.

Ah…she must be my TA, this is going to be a fun semester.

(Ella's Point of View)

"Mommy, what is going on? Where are we going?" I said with my hand holding tightly to my mother's hand and the other hand hugging my teddy bear tightly to my body.

"Its okay Ella, we are just moving to a different place to live." my mother told me.

"Its all your fault Ella, because of you the Lincoln family now owns everything that was ours!" my brother, Ted scream at me. Ted was older than me, so he must be right; it was my fault that we are losing our house.

I cried and swung my mothers arm to get her attention, "Mommy! Where is Daddy?"

Mommy looked worried she seems to not know how to answer my question.

Tears ran down her eyes, and uncontrollably I started to cry. I don't understand why are we leaving this perfect house. The house that had the biggest yard, as big as a park, where I would run around and enjoyed many picnics, and the house that was built and purchased for Anastasia Grey from my father, Christian Grey.

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M.C.