Chapter 3: Getting to Know Each Other?

I awoke to the soft pitter-patter of the rain, which wouldn't stop, apparently, and the soft clicking of keys. The professor was still doing something on his laptop. He looked at me, chuckling. "Look who's finally awake, then..." I sat up immediately, my ears turning a deep red. "S-Sorry, Professor..." He laughed. "That's alright. Truth be told, it was quite comfortable. You aren't much shorter than I am, which makes it better, I would assume, for the both of us." I had never thought about that. "How tall are...?" I didn't even need to finish the question. "Six-two, why?" I found that impressive, compared to my height of five-eight. "Should that make me feel short, because it's starting to..." He laughed again. I chuckled and got up, striding to the kitchen. "Would you still like some tea?" Using common sense, one would realize it had indeed cone cold. "Is it supposed to be cold?" Layton asked. I nodded before disappearing into the kitchen. "Alright, then, I suppose...G'AH!" I half ran back out. "What?" The Professor had closed his laptop in a flash, a shocked and slightly scared look on his face. "Scary Maze...?" I asked. He nodded, not changing his facial expression. "Someone hacked my computer again. Who..." He closed his eyes and sighed, sounding slightly annoyed. "Michael."


Michael Reese was the class prankster. He would pull anything-and I mean anything. He did the same thing to Dean Delmona's computer a week ago, I'd heard, and almost gave the guy a heart attack. You'd think he'd have learned his lesson...


The professor groaned, a shockingly cold edge to his voice. "I swear, when I see him tomorrow..." I had to laugh. I could only imagine...

I poured two cups of the tea, bringing them over to the table, setting one next to the professor, who nodded his thanks. He took a sip, then swallowed it, eyes slightly widening. "This is... very impressive. What exactly did you put in here...?" I told him it was my own recipe; I mess around in the kitchen a lot. "Well, I'm sure it can't be worse than my daughter, Flora..." He paused. "You... You won't tell her I said that, will you? She takes pride in her... culinary creations... But, well..." He faltered. I put up a hand. "Say no more." He sighed, chuckling. "Thank you." He opened his laptop again, tentatively. I chuckled. "It should be gone by now, Professor." It was. He resumed his work.

All of a sudden, I heard an electric fizzling sound, and the lights went out. It was only about 6:00, so there was still a sunset-colored light stretching over the street, struggling to break through the gloomy rainclouds, which had started to precipitate a bit harder. "Great..." I mumbled. "What exactly is it you're doing, Professor?" I got the courage to ask. Fortunately, my voice didn't hint that I was trying to snoop-which I wasn't. "Eh, lesson plans..." I leaned toward him slightly to try and get a glimpse of it. "Sneaking a peek, are we?" He laughed, and so did I. I must've leaned too far over, because I sort of sit-stumbled onto his arm. "Oh!-Sorry..." I said with a chuckle. He laughed it off. "That's alright..." He faltered at the last syllable, though I can't imagine why. The light from the street became a bit cut-off, and I felt my eyes closing.

I really hope it's not against the law in the UK to kiss the teacher.


FLUFFY TEACHER-STUDENT LOVE IS FLUFFY! I know the chapters in the story are short... Word made it look longer... It was a full page on Word... Stupid Word is stupid. -_-