My Professor Is My Alpha Mate (Lila) novel Chapter 44

Lila’s POV

Brody was asking me to the school dance?

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t taken by surprise. I honestly didn’t even think I was his type. I stared at him for a moment longer before speaking my answer.

“I would prefer to just go to the dance alone,” I told him.

I watched his face grow sad and he lowered his gaze to the ground.

“I see,” he breathed, clear disappointment in his tone.

Brody was incredibly smart, and he was also good-looking, I had to admit that. Any girl would be lucky to go with him to the dance, but I just wasn’t interested.

“I’m sorry I bothered you,” he said as he started to walk past me.

“You aren’t a bother, Brody,” I called after him. “I hope that we can remain friends and maybe even share a dance?”

He paused for a moment and glanced at me.

“You’d still dance with me?” He asked a ping of hope in his tone.

“Of course,” I answered.

He looked relieved by my answer and nodded.

“I’d like that,” he said as he turned away and left the student lounge.

…

Enzo was in the arena by himself, practicing his combat, when I entered. He was in the exact place I knew he’d be in and the first place I looked.

He paused his movements and he looked at me, narrowing his dark eyes in my direction.

“I wanted to ask you a question,” I said, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. He turned away and continued his combat, but it was clear to me that he was still listening. “I was put in charge of the student committee and—”

“The school doesn’t have a student committee,” he interrupted in a mutter.

“Well, it does now,” I said in return. “We are having a school dance and we need funding…”

“You want money from me?” He asked as he stopped his combatting to glare at me.

I was taken aback by the accusation and a little offended that he thought I would come to him for money. The nervous feeling had slipped away, and it was replaced with annoyance.

“I don’t want your money, professor,” I nearly spat at him. I spoke the word ‘professor’ like it was a bad taste on my tongue. “I want to know if you’d allow me to speak with Dee about having a bake sale. I’d like to raise the money for the dance.”

He stared around my face; for a moment, it looked like he felt guilty for his accusation, but that guilty look was gone, and he turned away to continue his practice.

“That’s fine.”

I smiled, even though he wasn’t looking at me so he couldn’t see that I was smiling. But I felt overjoyed by this. I decided to ask him for another favor while I was ahead of the game.

“We will need security at the dance as well. Know anyone who would like to be head of the security team and make sure we are all safe?” I asked, batting my eyes at him.

He paused to look at me again.

“You want me to be security?” He asked; he didn’t sound upset, just curious, and nodded at my response.

“Please?” I asked.

“I’ll get a team together. Just let me know when the dance is,” he agreed.

I wanted to hug him, but I thought about it and took a step back.

“Thank you, professor,” was all I managed to say.

…

Dee was more than happy to help me with the bake sale. I spent a lot of time with her over the course of the weeks, baking and selling until we had enough money for the dance.

The rest of the committee spent time getting signatures and support from our fellow classmates and faculty. Once we had everything, we needed it was time to start planning.

“We will have the dance this Saturday. We have tickets printed and ready for sale. All sales made for this will go into the dance funds and leftovers will go into the next event,” I announced to the student committee.