Do you get déjà vu, huh?
-Olivia Rodrigo
Chapter 4 - Deja Vu
"Please if you have any questions, please send me an email and I'll get back to you in less than 24 hours" I say as I close my laptop.
I was nervous in how this would go, but never did I think that I would enjoy this so much. When this opportunity presented itself, I honestly considered turning it down, -besides the obvious fact that I'd have to see you eventually - I was not sure if I could do this, without any prior experience.
"Professor Swan, I really enjoyed your class, my name is Angela Weber, I wasn't sure what to make of it since no one had heard from you before but it was a nice surprise" she says smiling. I'm not sure if I should be a bit insulted but I'll let it slide.
"Thank you Angela, I'll see you on Thursday" I say as she waves goodbye.
I shake my head, time has passed so quickly, I still remember when I used to have classes in this same classroom. I sigh, things are different though, now I am here teaching freshmen and I'm 28, a long cry from being eighteen.
You were 26 when I first met you, you were my first professor, my first class even.
I pick my things up from the desk, putting away my laptop, my agenda and my millions of colored pens. As I exit the classroom I see you fidgeting at the end of the hall. I'm seriously considering going back to the classroom and pretend I forget something, as I look down to my bag, I go through it pretending to look for my phone.
"Professor Swan" you dare to say.
I look up and I swear I don't feel my legs, you come up to me and the only thing I can focus on is your hand. Your left hand. Silver or white gold. I don't know.
"Yes, Professor Cullen." I answer, I'm biting my cheek because having you this close makes me want to cry. Your green eyes are still the same, your cologne smells the same and yet we're entirely in different positions.
You lean closer to me, nothing unprofessional but closer than strangers.
"Can we go in your classroom for second?" you open the door for me to go in.
As I go in and you close the door behind us, I get goosebumps. I used to crave having you alone in any room, and right now, I'd rather be anywhere but here.
"It would have been nice to know you were coming here at least through LinkedIn, not being ambushed by you outside of my office"
"How dare you center yourself in this situation, me accepting this job has nothing to do with you." I answer angrily.
"But it does, doesn't? It was like that before." he responds to me quiet but annoyed.
"Fuck you Edward." I say as I walk out of my classroom.
How dare he make me feel inferior where I teach, he's not the only one teaching here anymore.
NA: i'm sorry it took longer than what I said to update, I got sick, thankfully not covid and I've been trying to get better ever since. This Bellas has a potty mouth, because I do too.
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