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Chapter 2: Could I avoid?

CPOV:

I glare at the offending email that was making me stay in a compromising position that I definitely need to get out of.

Dear Ms. Fray- Morgenstern,

Unfortunately Professor Greymark American History I course is the only one that isn't filled to capacity, and usually by mid semester has more seats vacant. If you would like to switch for another course that is on your academic planned course list that is up to you. But we might have to change more courses around and I can't guarantee that when the art history internship arises you would qualify for it. If there is something specifically that you do not like about the course perhaps a sit down with professor Greymark would help? I'll let him know we talked and that he could perhaps speak to you about your troubles. I hope this helps Clarissa.

Mrs. Penhallow

Well that was no help at all, I sigh deeply. It's day 3 of classes and I have to attend Professor Ass classes today. I can't miss it because my advisor already speak to him and he would know I am missing the class intentionally. Do I really need to do an internship? I mean I am after all taking over my mother's art gallery and Jon our father's firm. I shake my head and start packing my bag for my classes. I sigh deeply grabbing my coffee thermal and heading out of the door.

As I drive my scooter I think about anyway I could get out of this situation. I can't ask my parents for help. The whole point was to do this on my own without my father's influence. Which is the reason I hyphenate my last name. I park my scooter in my usual parking spot and attach it to the pole before sounding the alarm. I tuck my keys into biker jacket pocket and headed to the class that will probably be my downfall.

LPOV:

"Professor Greymark do you have a minute?" I turn around to see Mrs. Penhallow trying to run behind me in her heels. I stop immediately and turn around.

"Sure, all I have is a class to teach after all." I smile to let her know I am teasing.

"I have gotten a request for a transfer out of your class and it's only day three. I am sure that is a new record." She smirks at me and I shake my head.

"The only thing is due today are their books and the introduction paper that they have to read aloud for an oral grade." Not that I mind getting rid of these young women throwing themselves at me. I'll be thrilled for raziel sake.

"Well this student isn't like the other young women. I think she is uncomfortable with everything that is going on in your course and has asked to be switched out. But Michael, Alaric, and Henry classes are all filled to capacity. This young lady father is a major donor here and rebuilt the library. She has never asked for special treatment and during registration asked to be treated like everyone else's and I quote 'snot nose kids' but I think you should speak to her." I nod my head in understanding. There were a few young women student that looked uncomfortable, a few guys looked disgusted at the girls throwing themselves at me. There were a few guys who didn't care, they just need the education.

"Sure I'll speak to her after class. What's her name and which hour is she in?" I say grabbing a pen to write the information down.

"She is in your next class. Her name is Clarissa Fray-Morgenstern." I look up at her but she is already walking away but to the confines of your office no doubt. I sigh deeply. What the hell am I supposed to do? She wants out shouldn't she just switch to another course she planned to take next semester? I shake my head and head to the next class of the day.

I walk into the class already annoyed by the little encounter on my way to the class but I put that behind me for now. I place my things on the desk and immediately face the class.

"Okay, pass forward your introduction paper. You have ten seconds to do so, if it is not forward by the count of ten you will be receiving your first zero no exceptions." I say scanning the crowd I see a few panicked faces, mainly the peanut gallery of bimbos and I shake my head and start counting.

"10… 9… 8… 7…" I see people passing it forward or running to place it on the desk of the person sitting in the front.

"6…. 5…. 4…. 3…." The people in the front are having a hard time keeping up with the amount of papers being passed to them. It's only 28 people in the class but everyone looks so panicked when I say the words zero.

"2… 1…. Alright that's it. People in the front don't accept anymore papers and bring your bundles of joy up to me please and thank you." They bring it forward and I point to the edge of my desk. "You should have this back by next week to make corrections for your oral introductions next week. For those of you without this paper will receive a second zero because if you didn't do it how are you suppose to do the oral report?" I look around the room my eyes lock on Clary's for a second before she turns her attention to the desk.

"Now open your books to chapter one and we shall begin."

CPOV:

"Alright it's time to go, I'll see you all next class. And please for those of you receiving two zeros and it's only week one come to class prepared next time." I pack my things and majority of the room is already out of the class including some bimbos. I try to head to the door but then I hear his voice address me.

"Ms. Fray I would like to speak to you for a moment." I rest of the bimbos give me a look of hatred before heading out the door. The door slamming close echoed throughout the empty classroom. I stand there looking at the door waiting for him to speak but he doesn't. I feel his eyes on my back but I really don't want to turn around. I know he is waiting for me and it seems like bad manners but he accused me of being a whore last time we chat.

"Are you going to turn around and face me?" He asks in a causal manner.

"Are you going to call me a whore again? If this is what you want I have another class to get to in twenty minutes." I say before taking a few steps towards the door.

"It's not…." He pauses for a moment and I take the moment to turn around. "You want to transfer out of my class?"

"You're asking a question you already know the answer too."

"Why?" He can't be serious can he?

"Your joking right? Usually when I guys calls a woman a whore, or insults them that said woman doesn't have to be in his presence. But of course there are bimbos left and right throwing themselves at your during class, between questions, and right in front of me while I am trying to look at the board why would I want to stay? Plus the icing on the cake my teacher is the guy I had liked and was excited to go on a date with and it fell apart. I don't need to sleep with a teacher to make straight grades, I don't need to get on my hands and knees for a perfect score on my final." I say my face was red in fury! How dare he?!

"I'm so sorry." He mutters also too soft for me to hear and I pause instantly.

"Come again?"

"I am sorry for what I said. All of it. I…." He runs his hands through his hair and tugs lightly. "We can't talk about this here. Later on I'll explain everything, can I meet you at your place?"

I debate internally about this. Should I have my professor to come over yet again? Should I actually hear what he has to say? I kicked him out already.

"Fine. Come over for lunch." I mutter before heading out the door as quickly as I can while still trying to walk. I didn't want to people to look at me suspiciously after all I was alone in a closed class room with a professor. All it takes is a rumor to bring you down, but lucky for me the school wouldn't feel that way.

I take off my shoes at the door and throw my bag onto the loveseat before sitting down. Within five minutes a knock sounds on my door and I get up to open it without looking through the peephole, I know who it is already. I sit back in my seat and prop my feet up on the chocolate wooden coffee table and listen to the door close and lock.

"You look relaxed." Professor Greymark says coming to sit down next to me. Leaving a few inches between us.

"It's my apartment why shouldn't I feel relaxed?" I ask sighing and rubbing my temples. I don't want to keep going around in circles with this. "You wanted to talk? Or continued to talk?" I say getting straight to the point.

"I am sorry again for insinuating that you were a whore. But that's not what I meant-" I cut him off immediately.

"What did you mean? I just sleep with people for a good grade?"

"No I meant I am under a microscope because student constantly are trying to sleep with me!" He snapped and my head slowly turned towards him.

"What?" I say softly not sure I heard him right.

"Clary I like you, I really do. But I have had students lie on me saying that I touched them inappropriately because I wouldn't give into their sex acts with them trying to get a good grade. I have had a student even break into my office and sat nude on my desk while I walked in with the dean about grants. The dean was with me all day so knew when the girl said she and I had lunch andI asked her to wait for me, that she was lying. I'm under a microscope because of these students." He finally lets out running his hands through his hair.

"You like me?" I whisper my eyes wide in shock.

"That's all you got out of that whole speech? Were you listening to me Clary?! This is serious!" He hisses but it just causes me to smile at him.

"I heard everything. Don't ever think I am not listening to you. But I get out of your class we will be fine." I reach over to stroke his cheek.

"But what will it take to get you out of my class? Even then they were question us. If they find out this semester I don't know what could happen. There is alot of repercussions of this clary."

"I know." I slide more over to him and allow my left leg to lay across his lap.

"Clary are you listening to me?" He whispers against my lips as I lean over to kiss him.

"Yes. I don't care." I run my fingers through his mane. "Kiss me." I whispered.

Luke cupped my cheeks and his lips descended onto mine. I moved against his lips slowly teasingly. His tongue flicked against my bottom lip and I hurriedly gave him access. I moaned in delight and his left hand left my chin and began to run through my hair. I pulled back and gasp for air as he rained kisses on my chin, my neck, my face, my eyes. Everywhere he could reach making my labor breath come out harsher.

"Stay." I whispered as his lips went by my ear, his teeth captured my ear lobe giving it a playful tug. As I awaited his reply. I didn't want him to say no but this is serious. He could get in trouble, while my father's name would bail me out. But one word broke me out of my thoughts that threaten to take over.

"Okay."

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