My Professor Is My Alpha Mate (Lila) novel Chapter 235

Lila’s POV

“Shouldn’t you be writing your speech for the election? It’s only tomorrow,” Rachel asked, staring down at me with narrowed eyes.

I sat, cross-legged, on the couch in the student lounge with my sketchpad on my lap and I peered up at her with a frown.

“I’m designing the border for the mural the art class is creating,” I told her.

“Your speech is important Lila, and you haven’t thought anything about it,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “I thought you wanted to be the president of the student committee.”

“I do!” I exclaimed. “Of course, I want it. I created the committee.”

“Then why aren’t you acting like you want it?” She asked, sitting down beside me. “Sarah has been bragging to everybody that her speech will wipe you out.”

“If the students want Sarah as their president, then there’s not much I can do,” I said shrugging as I looked back down at my sketchpad.

I was proud of the work I was doing for this border.

“You could try to win,” Rachel muttered. “She would destroy the committee if she won.”

I sighed and looked at her.

“I know you are worried, Rachel. But I’m telling you, you don’t have to be. I can’t really explain it, but I have this weird feeling that everything is going to work out the way it should. Don’t worry too much.”

“So, what are you going to say at the debate tomorrow without a speech?”

“I’ll figure it out,” I told her with a reassuring smile. “In the meantime, I need to finish this border.”

She sighed but she didn’t say anything else. She took out her textbook and started to study for her upcoming exam.

“Lila!!”

I looked up to see that girl in my history class running toward me. I tutored her with a couple of others in the library yesterday. She looked extremely eager, and, in her hands, she held a piece of paper that I couldn’t see properly because she was waving around in the air.

“Hey,” I said, giving her a fond smile.

“I got an A on my exam!” She shrieked, excitement radiating her face and lighting up her features.

I nearly jumped to my feet; instead, I put my sketchpad down and clapped my hands happily.

“Oh, my goddess,” I breathed, staring up at her with large and happy eyes. “I’m so happy for you! Congrats!”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” she said with a grin. “Thank you so much for spending time tutoring me yesterday.”

Before I could say anything more, the door of the student lounge burst open, and in came the other two that I had tutored as well.

“We passed!!!” They said at the same time, running over to where we sat.

“Lila! I got a B on my assignment,” one of them said.

“And I got a B- on my math test,” the other said with a grin that stretched out from ear to ear.

“That’s amazing,” I said happily, and this time I jumped to my feet. I knew they could do it; they just needed a little confidence.

I was so incredibly happy for them.

“I’m going to recommend you as a tutor to all my friends,” one of the boys said, giving me a quick hug.

I chuckled.

“Well, if anyone needs help, they can feel free to find me,” I told them. “I’m really glad you all passed. If you need help again in the future, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thanks again,” the girl said, also hugging me. “You saved my ass.”

“Did I overhear correctly?” A girl who was sitting alone at a table asked. “You are a tutor?”

“Do you need help with something?” I asked, cocking my head at her.

She had a textbook and an open notebook laid out in front of her, but I couldn’t make out what the book said. Her face reddened slightly, and I could tell it was difficult for her to speak about this. Maybe she was embarrassed.

“Lila is the best tutor,” one of the boys said to her. “She can help you no problem.”

“Thank you, but I can speak for myself,” I said, but there was laughter in my tone. “How about you guys continue your studies? I’m going to speak with this girl alone.”

They all nodded in agreement as they left the student lounge.

I smiled after them, still feeling all sorts of bubbly after that interaction. My heart was incredibly full and all the problems and stresses that were once in my head had ceased to exist.

At least for a moment.

“I’m sorry to bother you…” the girl said, looking down at her book. “You don’t have to help me. I just thought—”

“I’d love to help if I can,” I said, walking over to her table. “What’s your name?”

“Kayla…” she said, still staring at her book. “My old friends used to call me Kay.”

“Old friends?” I asked, furrowing my brows together. “What happened to them?”

“They are at my old school. I haven’t heard much from them since I moved a week ago.”

“You are new here?” I asked; that explained why I didn’t recognize her.

She nodded her head once.

“I just transferred,” she explained.