Chapter 2? In only ONE day? I must be crazy.

Not crazy, just have lots of free time...lots...

The next few days seemed to pass by fairly easily. Linda avoided Gennie for the first day, until Gennie left to go home. That left Linda alone on the campus with the others who had no where to go. Currently, she was sitting on a couch in her dorm, watching Netflix on her laptop, which was resting on her lap. She was also eating an orange she had grabbed from the lobby. Did I mention her pants were off?

Her phone vibrated, signaling a text message. She looked at it, and it was a message from Becka. She slid it open and read it fully.

Becka: We'll be in tonight

Linda: Okay. You remember how to get to my dorm, right?

Becka: Yeah, don't worry

Linda locked her phone and threw it back on her bed. She looked around her room, as it was rather dirty. Her clothes were dumped in a corner, and her shoes were everywhere. She looked at her laptop, then her room, and back to her laptop again. She let out a loud sigh and decided to clean up. Her pizza was in the mini fridge she had (which was much more expensive than needed) for future meals. All she had to do was run down to the lobby and use the microwave there. Sure, some people might ask for a slice, but all she had to do was shake her head no and they'd move on. Linda went around her room and straightened everything up. She decided to take the trash out, so she put on her favorite pajama bottoms, which were very fuzzy (it was winter), and headed downstairs. It was noon, and the air was cold. She had forgotten her shoes and carefully made her way to the trash. Once in the trashcan, she stepped outside and looked around for any signs of life. The student union building was a short walk away from the dorm, and it was usually bustling with life. However, as it was a break, everyone was gone. Well, most everyone. She wondered if she should go for a walk, but she didn't feel like going back upstairs only to come back down. Instead, she simply looked around a little more before turning and heading back into her dorm. Once inside, she turned her Netflix back on and continued watching her show.

That was when she remembered that she was sent essays. She really, really, wanted to watch Netflix. Though watching movies and TV shows wasn't going to raise her British Literature grade. She sighed and exited out of the tab and opened her email. She went to the email and opened it, clicking on the first link. The first one was extremely long, and written by a Nicodemus Snowbeard. She read the first paragraph and was already surprised by how much detail it went into. It was thousands of years better than anything she had ever written. The essay, however, was fifteen pages long. She decided that she would only read the first page before going to the next essay. She thought that, but she couldn't even finish the second paragraph before closing the thing down out of sheer fright that she was never going to be able to write in such a way. She opened the second essay next.

This essay was seven pages long, written by a Martin Hall. It was wasn't as amazing as the one written by Nicodemus, but it was still better than hers. His talked about old books that Linda had never even heard of before. She was impressed to say the least, and closed out of the paper after the fourth paragraph. She wasn't able to make it to the second page on any of them. She opened the third one, but all that came up was text that said "And now it's your turn to try. Be creative, Linda". It took her a moment, but she realized who it was that typed the message and looked down. Her cheeks started to burn up, and she had to ask herself what was wrong. Why was she so hung up on every little thing he did? He was a professor, it would be illegal to do anything. But of course, that didn't stop her from imagining.

It was simply a crush. It's normal for people to have crushes! Perhaps her mind hadn't registered how dangerous such a crush is though, and once it had she would stop acting so giddy whenever she thought about him. She was a student, his student, and she liked a teacher. Linda popped her hands over her mouth as she thought of it. No no no, I can't like him, I can't! She cried in her mind. It's illegal and wrong. There's no way it's even reciprocated anyways! This is just a phase, she thought frantically. She shook her head and decided that she actually did need that walk. She stood and put on a pair of sneakers before walking out of her dorm. She probably looked like a homeless kid, with her loose sweatshirt and over-sized sweatpants. She stepped onto the sidewalk and began her walk towards the union building. Her path changed though as she saw the buildings for the rest of her classes. Instead of continuing straight towards the original destination, she walked to the English and Literature building. She had two classes here, the rest were spread around the campus. She climbed the stairs to the entrance and walked in.

Voices could be heard from the rooms, more than likely the professors bitching about the meeting they had that day. Linda knew that there was a celebration for another semester well done, but the employees didn't have all that much fun. As she walked passed one door, she heard strange noises. It made her stop and listen more. It sounded like...moaning? Linda jumped away from the door, disgusted. This is what the professors did in their free time? She was definitely going to be careful when choosing her seats from now on. She shivered and continued walking to her British Literature class, though she hadn't realized she was until she actually arrived there. Her breath caught in her throat when she realized where she was. What the hell? Why did I go here?! she shouted to herself internally. She was going to turn back around when she caught sound of a conversation from the inside.

"You can't be doing this again. You'll be caught and thrown in jail, you do realize, right? And this time no one will be able to save you, like with Susannah," a voice she couldn't recognize said.

"This does not involve her!" she jumped at the sound of Mr. Hastings yelling. "You have no idea what you're talking about, and I do not care to explain it to you for the hundredth time. Now get out of my classroom before I have you removed."

"Lee, I'm only trying to help you here. You're getting yourself into more trouble, and I doubt it'll turn out any better than last time," Linda managed to recognize that the voice was feminine. The conversation seemed over though, as Linda could suddenly hear footsteps approaching. Freaking out, she ran to the door that led you to the stairs in order to hide. She pressed her face against the glass to see who Mr. Hastings had been talking to, the curiosity being too much for her to handle. Within seconds, a tall girl with dark hair similar to Mr. Hastings came out in a ruffled blouse and black pants. She looked both ways before walking the way that Linda had come in. Linda waited a few minutes before slowly opening the door and stepping back out into the hallway.

Maybe she shouldn't have come here, she realized. She began walking to the entrance in order to leave, though as she was walking past the classroom door she noticed a tall figure was leaving also. They ended up bumping into each other, though neither fell. The only thing that did fall was a small stack of papers that the figure had been carrying.

"Linda?" he muttered, surprised. His gaze caught hers and they were stuck again, frozen into their own world. Just a simple stare, and Linda was completely undone. She gulped when he said her name in a different tone, one that didn't sound unhappy to see her. It sounded more like shock, or at least she thought so. Her hand was reached out slightly as though she were trying to catch the papers, but they all slid through her hand regardless. Linda Downey was a virgin, a proud one at that, but the feeling she got just from looking at Mr. Hastings was what she imagined sex to feel like. She wanted him, dear lord, she wanted him bad. Mr. Hastings blinked, breaking their link suddenly. Linda suddenly felt empty inside, though she simply recomposed herself. "Is there something you had a question about?" he asked and looked down at his papers, which were sprawled all over the floor.

Dammit...I don't even know why I'm here! she was shouting in her mind. "Uhm, no, I just wanted to, uh, thank you for sending me those essays," she said quickly. She bent down to pick up the papers quickly, as did he. She scooped up as many as she could before he began picking up his pile.

"Your welcome, then. Have you read through them?" he asked, still keeping his eyes on the papers that were now in his hands. Something in his voice sounded strange, though she couldn't place what it was.

"Well, they're a bit too long for me to read through them all, and I haven't read most of the books mentioned," she responded. It was starting to become simpler to talk, at least.

"Too long?" he said with humor in his voice. Linda dared to look up and saw a simple smile on his face as he looked at her. Now, that was too much. Her face suddenly became red, and she looked down hoping he wouldn't see it. She had never blushed so much in her entire life than she had in the past week. She pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and stood up. Mr. Hastings stood up also and held his hand out for the stack in her hand, which she happily passed over.

"I'll see you next semester, then," she mumbled and turned to leave. Again, he was walking right behind her. Once she could hear the room again, she wondered how he would react to it. She glanced over her shoulder to see that he had stopped and was looking towards the door, seeming to be in deep thought. Before she could react, he put the papers he was carrying down and put an arm around her shoulder, dragging her to his side as he swung open the door, which revealed her English teacher and a girl she couldn't recognize in the middle of it.

"And this is the- Oh, Mr. Wylie, certainly didn't see you there. And hello, Ms. Longbranch. I see you're learning a bit more than English this break," Mr. Hastings greeted simply. Linda's eyes widened when she realized that the girl was in fact Jessamine, the Senior that was constantly causing problems for Gennie.

"Hastings? What the hell are you doing here?!" Mr. Wylie yelled, quickly pulling his pants up from around his ankles. He completely ignored the naked student that was sitting on the desk. Mr. Hastings sent an innocent smile to Mr. Wylie before turning towards Linda and patting her shoulder.

"I was showing this student here around. Who would have guessed that you've been breaking the rule of no sleeping with the students. I won't tell, of course my silence comes with a price," he added finally. His frown returned when Mr. Wylie's gaze became stuck on Linda.

"And who is that student there?" Mr. Wylie asked, causing a 'ugh' to leave Jess's mouth. Jess was obviously about to be dumped for Linda.

"That's unimportant," Hastings muttered and waved for Wylie's attention to return to him, "I think we can work out the debt you now owe me for me to keep this secret. Well then, Wylie, I'll be finishing the tour here." Mr. Hastings pulled Linda out of the room with him. With his arm still around her shoulders, he remained still. Linda didn't push him away, as she was probably enjoying the contact too much.

She shut her eyes and leaned her head against his side, which caused his breathing to hitch in his throat. Slowly, Linda felt his hand skim down her side and rest comfortable on her hip, and Mr. Hastings let out a deep breath.

A feather had been dropped above the wall that separated them.

I wonder if I used Wylie in the first chapter? Woah! I forgot the chapter titles! Let me fix that!

Mkay I'm back. I wonder if Hastings was OOC with the whole bust-in...I was trying to get across his "will twist situations around so he gets something from it" side.

Ah well, hope you enjoyed~