Narrative: A story based with two main characters; Professor Bono and Rebecca are the character names. This story is taking the "look" of Bono as the character basis as he appears in the Bar version of the "One" video. That is all that is of the actual person Bono. All else is fiction and from the depths of my imagination. Rebecca is a made up, completely fictional character from my mind. She is a student struggling to make her way through University and find her dreams, she is a late comer to University life, only finding her way there at 25. There are hints at her life here but it's mostly a "read between the lines" thing. That is the basic set up behind both characters that you will need to know.
Chapter 1
I'd been planning this for a week now; well that's when I first thought of it… in passing… as a joke. But there comes a time when you become desperate and that passing thought doesn't seem so funny anymore and becomes an actual option. That would come when I'd received the letter from the Dean that clearly stated I was in danger of failing my journalism class and even more, in danger of losing my scholarship if I did fail. How could I be failing this journalism class? My writing is the very thing that is my major… the very reason that I'd earned my scholarship and exactly the reason I'm losing that very scholarship.
I don't know why I'm having such a hard time understanding this class or maybe it's the Professor? Am I misunderstanding what he wants from me? I've written some pretty good pieces I think. I have my style and it's a style that I haven't changed and one that's always gotten me some wonderful results before this. What is it he wants? I begin to feel my emotions step up to panic level. I can't decipher if I'm having this anxiety attack because I'm failing out of University … or more specifically failing out because I'm inadequate… or is it because of what it is that I'm setting out to do right now?
The last thought digs in and holds on tight and I begin to fester over the thought of what I'm actually considering doing now… and I've easily figured out the answer to my question.
God… what was I doing? Saving my future that's what the hell I'm doing. But, like this? Oh… I can't do this, I really can't. I cannot seduce Professor Bono… how did I possibly think that I could pull this off? I've never done this before…what if I'm inadequate at this too? It's not as if the Professor has actually shown me any… what's the word… interest? Acknowledgment? Any signs of life recognized? The man hardly remembers my name half the time and the other half he just passes back my writings with disinterest, which is better than disgust. Caught that once too, okay maybe twice. UGH! The man absolutely HATES me! What the hell does he want? Oh yeah, seducing HIM should be a cakewalk. I cannot believe I'm having an argument with myself about seducing my Professor. Seducing my professor? I am really desperate here and if I let myself think too long over just how desperate I will really begin to scare myself about the possibilities of my own sanity and dignity, but I tuck those thoughts away or I'll not be able to go through with this and I have to go through with this, it's the only option that seems feasible. God, I am desperate. Because I have to have this scholarship, it's the only way I'll be able to finish my studies. I worked hard for that damn scholarship and now I stand to lose it all because I can't figure out what the hell this stupid man wants from me and those stupid writing assignments.
I figure that asking him to meet with me to discuss the situation is a good idea either way. If all else fails I might be able to get a handle on it all better. Basically, it's a chicken out plan. So at least I have some safety net. I nearly did just that when it seemed that he didn't want to agree to meet with me. I don't know what that was but by the third try I guess he ran out of excuses and when he said the only time he could meet with me was tonight in his office at 7:00 on the eve of a holiday weekend he must have thought I'd have said no. But I didn't and with a resigned sigh he agreed to meet. He must've thought I would be more eager to run off as the other students for the traditional holiday weekend partying. Being a latecomer to university life at 25, I find myself much older than my peers and not as interested in the college partying life. This is my last chance to make something out of myself, and my life. I was picking up on his reluctance to meet with me and converting that into he must really not like me in the least bit and I nearly chickened out.
Meeting up with him in his office at night this way seems so cliché! But I guess it's fitting, as I'm feeling every bit the cliché. You know the one; big breasted, dumb blonde student, willing to seduce her way through life. Oh yes, feeling that cliché all over, well, with the exception that I'm not big breasted… or blonde. This will never work. Why did I really think I could do this? So I don't have big breasts, so what? At least the size of my breasts never proved a distraction for guys and their ability to look me in the eye while talking to me. Not once ever in my life have I caught a guy looking at my chest instead of at my face. So that's a good thing, um… isn't it? At the moment it doesn't seem like a good thing. Oh yeah… this seducing thing should go well.
I glance at myself in the mirror taking in the view of my makeup and hair. My dark chestnut shoulder length hair looks good in this style. I like the one length style and razor textured ends that frame my face nicely. I really have lost all of the, pre-womanhood, chubby face and my green eyes are standing out tonight, bright and shiny…yeah… with fear! I look over my outfit and I'm glad I decided to go with the subtle flowered print sundress with the lace up front. It makes my breasts appear a tad bigger and it does accentuate my shape nicely. At least I've got great legs and this dress is just short enough to show them off without being overtly "slut-y."
I've been getting out in the sun lately and I've got a nice golden brown glow working so I was able to do with out the panty hose and went with the white lace thong and matching bra for under it all. White lace is for innocence. That thought suddenly strikes me funny and I laugh out loud at myself. I'm no sexual dynamo but it's not as if I am without sexual experience… I just haven't had very good ones. And I've never once tried to seduce a man before. I think of Professor Bono… at least he's attractive. He's more than attractive he's down right hot. A little too hot to be a writing teacher if you ask me and he seems rather young to have earned the title of professor. I'd heard that he was in his late 30s but he looks barely 30. Coming absolutely clean here he's gorgeous. That dark hair that he wears on the longer and unruly side with his strong facial features and stunning blue eyes makes for quite the lovely package. He carries that beautiful bone structure of his Celtic origin. And let's not fail to mention how his speech showcases that lovely Irish brogue of his. Pair that with that soft-spoken tone he seems to use no matter how irritated his eyes look and you've got the stuff that makes any female with a 10-mile radius melt into a puddle of babbling mess.
But the problem in all of this is what I'd noticed or not noticed personally, as none of those melting powers have been used in my direction with any purpose. No, for me he reserves that cold "I'm disappointed in the quality of work" look and voice. It's safe to say that I'm not the teacher's favorite in this class. Not that he has one really, but I wouldn't even make it to the class top 10 in that category, or the top twenty for that matter. In fact, I'd say that I'd not even make that list out of the whole of the student body that he's got in his classes for the entire semester, quite possible the entire year. If it hasn't been made clear enough, I really don't think he cares for me all that much. And yet, here I am on the move to try to seduce someone who has not one iota of interest in me…or like from what I can tell. But he is a man, right? All men are weak when it comes to turning down offers of sex, aren't they? Hell if I know the answers to any of that. Guess I'll just rely on my natural female instincts. I do have them don't I? How would I know? Ah hell… I'm thinking way too much about this. I suddenly wish I had more confidence in the sexual prowess area (or any confidence at all). I'd better muster up some because I'm here. Oh God! Just take a deep breath now Rebecca. And I'm talking to myself now. You can do this. No I can't. And I'm arguing with myself yet again. I pull my car into the spot next to his in front of the teacher's administration building and I take my time in being sure I've got my things in order. Notebook; check, pen; check, Mind: Gone. Yep, all set.