The Mistress' Revenge

"You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me," Professor Hank drops me to his desk. I flinch. My butt hurts, but there's no telling what's to happen next. Do I report him to student affairs? Do I ask what the fuck is wrong with him? Do I give him Dr. Phil's number? Whatever it is, I know I am not comfortable around him.

"You are just out of your mind. You don't know shit about me!" I shoot back, getting on my feet.

"And you have no fucking idea but you sound like a predator," I added, fixing my clothes. "You and I don't have any history. Or whatever you said."

"Oh yeah? And I am a psycho junkie just because you don't remember the kiss or anything that followed? And you don't remember when I-"

"Professor, I think this is just as inappropriate as any conversation can get between us. And I am sorry if I kissed you!" I just want to go home at this point. The fuck was I thinking? Since when did Corin's words matter? Since when did I asked to be fucked by a Professor. None. I wasn't going to let this one go into my record of 'Things I Shouldn't Do'.

"You know what Jane? Fuck you! Fuck you big time," he says, running his fingers over his hair.

"Well, you wish. That's it. I am reporting it to Student Affairs!" I wasn't going to stay here a minute long. I didn't remember shit. And now he was giving me shit for it!

"Well, good luck remembering that too! You-" He pulls me by my arm, before pushing me against the wall.

"The fuck dude! Are you high-"

"Do not get into any more trouble. I am not going to fucking save you anymore," he grits his teeth.

"You think I cannot protect myself?" I feel my pulse throbbing in my ear. Something rises through me. Is it anger? Or something more potent. I grip him by his shoulders, staring hard into his eyes. I muster all my energy and push him back. To my amazement he goes flying, stumbling across the desk.

"How dare you talk to me like that? You measly mortal," I couldn't recognise my own voice.

I closed the distance between us. "You think you know better? Let me tell you, I am not who you think I am-" The words tumbled from my mouth. My fingers wrapped around his throat.

"You will not tell me what to do," I spit. My heart throbbed. My rage muddled the last specks of sanity.

"V-" He struggled.

"You will not put me down for wanting what I want. I might have kissed you. But you won't tell me that you-"

My chest tightened. I wanted to calm down, but my body was too responsive. Shots of adrenaline coursed through my body.

"Vanya..." He whispered softly, his hands clasping against mine. And his lips curled. I watched, as if I am locked within my own body and something else takes over.

"I see. You have followed me here, Ted," my teeth nibble on his ear as my grip loosens.

"Vanya," he says achingly. My head begins to hurt.

"I knew I'd find you here. I knew it was you..." His arm coils around the small of my waist. My voice sounds so different. Almost as if it's not me.

"So that you can kill me? I knew my sister was up to no good. But you-" My lips gently graze his.

"Stop it," he seethes, as he removes my hand and makes space.

"Are you still going to pretend that I betrayed you?" The feminine voice cries, biting close to him.

"Did you not? You love him," he says and I see circles in front of my eyes.

"And you? Do you not-"

"Enough!" He presses his thumb against the nape of my neck, as his lips move slowly. I could barely make out his words, and then...

"Release," he whispers and I shut my eyes tight. My head lightens up. I move back, instantly. My head felt clouded.

"Professor?" My chest heaved. For some reason I couldn't recall why I was here.

"State your business, Jane," he says.

"Professor-" for some reason I had no fucking clue.

"I am sorry. I do not remember. Have a great day, Prof-" he watches me with scrutiny.

"Jane..." He says. I turn around and our eyes meet.

"Your report qualifies. Good job on the paper. You can attend Professor Rafael's class," he tells me and I nod. I walked out in haste, and felt almost as dizzy.

"Oh look! And who would've thought I'd see you here-" I stare wide eyed, as I watch Corin's fake ex-boyfriend.

"Professor," I say, and he looks at me amused.

"Meeting Professor Hank, after office hours?" He hums, amused.

"I want you to know that it's not what you think it is. In fact, I was here because I wanted to know if I was qualified to take your class," I tell him. It was rather bold of me, I'd assume. But then, he seemed like the type who'd pick fights just for the sake of it.

"You see, Miss... What was your name again?" He cocks his head to a side.

"Jane. Jane Wilson," I said, watching his growing amusement.

"And so we have met. So, Jane, I think I know just as enough to let you attend my class," he smiles.

"You think? I feel you know nothing about me. Nothing at all, Professor," I bite back. I already don't like him. There's no way.

"Well, it's fine. As they say... If not today, the. Some day. We all have to practise ourself to be as proficient," he extends his hand.

"I look forward to yours classes then," I took his hand, shaking it firmly. He presses gently into his grip. And I feel the surge of musk in air. Did I just made that up?

"Whoa-" I snatch it back, and look at him wide eyed, while he gives me a knowing smirk. Is this college full of suspicious jerks?Maybe Camille wasn't wrong.