I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It novel Chapter 289

Ella’s POV

My heart was racing in my chest to the point where I thought it was going to explode from my flesh. I got up from my bed quickly and stopped the note on the ground, not wanting to touch it.

I’m not sure why I had such an uneasy feeling about this note; how did it even get into my room?

I looked around my room, biting my bottom lip nervously.

Was Alpha Jonathan in my bedroom?

If he had given it to one of my friends to give to me, they would have texted me and let me know that they were putting a note on my bed. Or they would have told me that Alpha Jonathan gave them a note for me.

I knew I had to get to the student lounge and find my friends; maybe they saw Alpha Jonathan or one of his pack members wandering around.

“Could it have been Sarah?” Val asked, sounding as worried as I felt.

“That’s also a possibility,” I agreed, trying to keep my composure as I rushed from the dorm room.

There were only a couple of girls in the living quarters. They were curled up on the community couch and watching Gossip Girl on one of the TVs. They only glanced up in my direction as I rushed past them.

They murmured their hellos, and I returned it with a wave before leaving the dormitory. I ran as fast as I could to the student lounge. As soon as I entered, I saw Becca, Brody, Kayla, and strangely Sarah, sitting in our usual spot.

It was weird seeing Sarah hanging out with my friends, especially when her own friends were sitting on the couches, they’d named their own. They were glancing in Sarah’s direction, giving her dirty looks behind her back.

I’m assuming they still haven’t forgiven her for messing with their minds.

Not that I could blame them; it was pretty fucked up that Sarah did that to her own friends. If they were ever truly friends. Sarah could have manipulated them into thinking they were her friends.

I never actually got the full story from Sarah.

Sarah was sitting close to Brody though so I’m assuming she was only sitting with my friends because her mate was there.

I rushed toward them; Becca looked up at me from the book she was reading, and she gave me a joyful smile. She fixed her bright purple glasses and put her book down.

“Hey, Ella!” She said brightly. “When did you get back?”

“Just a little bit ago,” I said, sliding into the seat beside her. “Did any of you notice anything weird last night or this morning?”

They all looked at one another curiously before looking at me.

“Like what?” Brody asked.

“Like Alpha Jonathan,” I said, lowering my voice.

Sarah tensed.

“My father has been home for a couple of days,” she said, glancing at Brody briefly before looking at me. “He hasn’t been here.”

I furrowed my brows together.

“I found a note on my bed when I got back to campus a little bit ago,” I explained. “it was a letter from your father inviting me and my friends to a banquet.”

She raised her brows, obviously surprised.

“He never mentioned it to me,” she said, and I saw a flash of hurt in her eyes.

“Wait, did you say it was on your bed?” Becca asked, staring at me pointedly.

I nodded, looking at her.

“You didn’t put it there?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“Nobody else has been in our dorm,” she said in return.

“That’s freaky,” Kay breathed. “It was just sitting on your bed?”

“Yes,” I answered, leaning back in my seat.

I was feeling very uneasy over this.

“Where’s the note?” Brody asked, his brows knitting together.

“I dropped it in my room,” I admitted. “It’s still there.”

“A banquet, huh?” Sarah asked, stuck on that fact. “How could he not tell me about it.”

“Maybe you should call him,” Brody suggested. “He can probably explain how the note got on Ella’s bed.”

“Okay,” she said, grabbing her pink dazzled phone out of her handbag. “Give me a few minutes.”

She stood and walked further away so she could talk to her father in private.

“Are we sure it wasn’t Sarah?” Becca asked, folding her arms across her chest and narrowing her eyes at Brody.

He scowled at her, angry and annoyed by the accusation.

“If she says it wasn’t her, it wasn’t her,” Brody said through his teeth.

“Look, I know she’s your mate, but I still don’t trust her,” Becca said, rolling her eyes.