I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It novel Chapter 293

Ella’s POV

When I heard the sirens, I knew something was seriously wrong. The last time I heard sirens there was a murder. My heart fell into my stomach as I watched Becca rush to the window of our dorm and peer down into the parking lot.

“There’s an ambulance and a couple of cop cars,” she said, peeing back at me with a worried frown. “I wonder if they found somebody else.”

I felt like I was about to get sick.

She looked back down at the parking lot, and I heard her gasp lightly.

“I see your dad and Professor Colton,” she said, pointing to the lot.

I jumped to my feet, rushing toward her.

“Are they okay?” I asked, feeling a rise of panic.

“Yes,” she answered. “They are talking to Alpha Jonathan and Headmaster Prescott.”

I peered down into the lot and sure enough I saw my father and mate speaking with Headmaster Prescott and Alpha Jonathan. I could hardly see their faces, but I knew from their body language alone that something was seriously wrong.

EMTs were rushing toward one of the outside entrances of the vampire den. My heart fell deep into my stomach.

What could have happened in the vampire den?

The cops were following them into the building as well without even a single look in the headmaster’s direction. Alpha Jonathan turned away from them and walked into the vampire den as well.

Before I could say anything more to Becca about what we were watching, we both nearly jumped out of our skin as we heard someone knocking on the door.

I turned to face the door, feeling my heart pounding against my ribcage. We both shared identical frightened looks before we gained enough courage to move from the window and go to the door.

When I opened it, I was surprised to see a very tear-filled Eileen Carter standing before us.

“Miss Carter….” Becca was the first to speak. “Is everything okay?”

She looked at the two of us for a long while without speaking; it felt like an eternity before she actually decided to speak.

“It’s Rachel…” she said hoarsely.

“Rachel?” I asked, furrowing my brows together. “She’s been in her room all night.”

Miss Carter shook her head as a sob escaped her lips.

“She must have snuck out the window or something,” she said through her tears. “She was found in the vampire's dormitory stabbed.”

I thought I was going to pass out. I had to hold onto the edge of the door, or I would have fallen over. Becca nearly did fall over; she practically tripped over herself as she ran toward Rache’s bedroom door.

She began knocking on it hard and then she started to slap it; her entire body trembled as a sob escaped her lips. Neither of us wanted to believe that it could be true.

She gripped the doorknob and yanked it open, stumbling into Rachel’s dark room. My entire body was numb; I didn’t think I could move even if I wanted to, but I watched as Becca frantically went into Rachel’s room and screamed for her.

This only made Miss Carter sob even harder as she covered her mouth and nose with her hands.

“Rachel!!!” Becca cried out for our roommate and best friend.

Tears burned in my eyes; I was about to fall apart.

“She’s not here, Ella!” Becca sobbed. “She’s not here… she’s not….”

She fell to the ground as a sob escaped her lips. Becca was soon crying in her hands, screaming and trembling in Rachel’s dark room.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Alex said, stepping beside Miss Carter.

For once, I actually saw remorse on his face as he looked down at me.

“Your father wants to see you. He’s in the front lot. He asked for me to escort you to him,” Aled continued.

I didn’t trust my voice and I certainly didn’t trust that I could walk on my own. My legs were practically Jelly. If I moved, I would have crumbled to the floor like Becca.

“It’s urgent, Ella,” he said when I did not attempt to move or speak. “We have to go, now.”

My body began to shake; I almost wanted to request Colton to come and pick me up, but I knew he couldn’t do that in front of everybody. Some girls had overheard the conversation from their dorm rooms, and I heard them begin to cry heavily.

It wouldn’t be long before word traveled around about this.

“I’m not going without Becca,” I said hoarsely.

Becca was still crying on the ground; I didn’t think she’d be able to walk either. But we were in this together.