Professor F novel Chapter 54

August panicked and fixed her things before heading out. She rushed to the hall's entrance and looked for a guy who's probably waiting for her, too. She forgot to ask for his photo to recognize him. But thinking about his profile, who is into music and arts, he must've long hair tied in a bun, and subtle beard. And she hated herself for concluding how her student would look like, and he's a sophomore—how would a music sophomore student would look like?!

She was about to cross the street while looking around when a car was approaching.

A strong hand pulled her to the side of the street. "Watch it!" That heavy British accent reminds her of Flynn!

The car stopped and the student stepped out. "Sorry! Sorry!" He apologized as he approached her and the guy who pulled her. "Are you okay?" The guy looked so apologetic, admitting it was his fault. "I'm sorry. I was in a hurry."

"I—It's okay." She said, felt nervous for what could've happened if it wasn't for the guy who pulled her. "I wasn't looking, too."

The guy excused himself and left while she was standing beside the guy who pulled her. "T—Thank you." She looked at him and her mouth dropped. He looked so hot with his blonde hair trimmed clean on the side and piercings on his ears and nose, wearing a white shirt and torn jeans. He's probably as tall as Flynn. He's holding a black helmet and was standing beside his motorbike.

"What you did was dangerous." Still with that heavy British accent.

"I know. I was just looking for my student. He said he's in front of our building and—" She then realized that he was the only one in front of their building. "Is your name, by any chance, Pierre Barclay?"

He looked surprised. "Oh, so you're the tutor—Augustus?"

She wrinkled her nose and forced a smile. "Close. That's my father's name. I'm Augustine. August is fine."

"Sorry. I'm bad with names." He apologized and scratched the back of his head, smiling.

"Bad with Math, too?" She joked.

He laughed hard. "That's a good one, tutor."

"Please stop calling me that. Shall we start?"

"What? Here?"

She almost laughed at his silliness. "Why not?"

"Kidding. How about we grab a cup of coffee?" He smiled. "My treat."

"N—No. I'm sorry. We're not having coffee. Just tutoring—" He was busy getting another helmet from his bike and handed it to her. "And I'm not riding that bike."

"Come on. It's just coffee. I feel sleepy when it's about Math and Statistics." He yawned. "Already am just thinking about it."

She found herself wearing the helmet and riding his bike. "This is crazy!"

"Only boring people say that." He said and drove away.

She grabbed on his shoulders when she almost lost her balance. "Heeeeey!"