Chapter 3

Haley was gathering up her few things she had scattered around her desk and about to get up when she looked up at someone standing above her. It was the gorgeous dark haired guy, the one who was the only one to talk about himself when she asked. Nathan, Nathan Scott. But he was a "basketball star" and she could tell he was just as full of himself as the guys she had gone to school with over the years. He cleared his throat trying to get her attention and she smiled weakly at him.

"Can I help you Mr. Scott?" She asked, then cursed herself for calling him Mr. Scott. She shouldn't have remembered his name, college professors had too many students to remember each one. But it was understandable, he was the only one to introduce himself to her, right?

"Actually Professor James you can. I have a huge problem and I think you can help me with it." He smirked at her. What was it with these jocks that made them smirk so damn much, it didn't help matters that she found the smirk incredibly sexy. She had been a professor for 1 day and she was already wanting to sleep with her students. Definitely not a good sign.

"Well, if I can help I will. What exactly can I do?" Okay there's that fricken smirk again. Then it hit Haley why he was smirking she was flirting with him. Damn it Haley, snap out of it. HE IS YOU STUDENT!

"Well, you see, I really want to take this class. I think I can learn a lot from you. But there's a problem with time."

"Mr. Scott, you may have to be a little more specific. I'm flattered you want to take this class and all, but what is wrong with the time?"

"Okay, so as I said in class, I'm on the basketball team. Practices happen to coincide with Thursday's class."

"Oh, I see. Well I don't know what to tell you. Missing a three day a week class once a week, would definitely pose a problem. I don't think you would really be able to miss that much of the class and still understand what we will be doing."

"That's exactly where the problem lies, but I think I have a solution." Haley eyed him suspiciously. Why would some hot shot basketball star want to take her class so bad? It was an advanced English class, don't they normally take whatever required English class they need and forget about the rest?

"Okay, well what is this solution you have?" Haley asked, way beyond curious by this boy, who was she kidding, man.

"Well, if you have any free time, we could meet some time and go over whatever I missed in class. That way, I won't be behind and I will still get to take your class."

"You mean like once every week?" Haley wasn't sure she could handle any alone time with him, in class was one thing since she had 30 other students, but being alone with him all the time. This would take some serious self control. Who was she kidding, he wouldn't try anything, she was just a boring professor, while he was the king of the basketball court. Guys like that didn't waste their time with girls like her, she would know, she went through high school and college with them and not once had she had dated them. The most she ever got from a basketball player was friendship. Her best friend happened to be the star player at UNC. They had met, so she could tutor him in math, and became fast friends immediately. They had been inseparable since, well up until she decided to take the job at Duke, while he was still going to school in Chapel Hill. He was two years younger than her, but it had never actually mattered.

Where was Luke when she needed him, she couldn't actually tell him about her having a crush on one of her own students though. He would never let her live it down.

"I was thinking, we could meet like later Wednesday or even Thursday night, that way by Friday's class, I would be all set."

O god, he wanted to meet at night. Where could they meet?

"Well, I was going to leave sometime Thursday evening, in case any of my students needed some extra help. I suppose we could meet then, sometimes there may be some students I will have to help then, but most of the time I'm assuming they aren't going to want to spend any more time then necessary with me so I should have plenty of time to go over whatever I taught in class."

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate this Professor James. You a life savor, my mother would kill me if I dropped this class after telling her all about it, but my dad would kill me if I missed basketball practice." Nathan had no idea why he just admitted that to her. He didn't want people here to know about how obsessive his father was about basketball, but he just felt like he could be honest with her. Nathan Scott being honest with a woman about his life. Something was definitely wrong with this picture.

"So, I'm was going to just use the Cross Campus Library for extra help during the week, do you think you could meet me there, Thursdays at around 7?" Haley felt bad for him, she knew all about controlling parents. Hers had forced her to take the hardest classes all through high school and college.

"That's perfect. So I'll see you Thursday, Cross Campus at 7." Haley nodded her head and Nathan smiled at her.

"I'll see you then." Haley said as she picked up the rest of her stuff and walked towards the door.

"You can count on it." Nathan whispered to himself watching her ass sway as she walked away from him.

He couldn't wait to see her, no sleep with her. That was what this was about, fucking his teacher, not talking to her and seeing that gorgeous smile again, it was for sex, he just couldn't let himself forget that.