Professor F novel Chapter 67

August was too shocked she can't move a muscle when Flynn answered her. Tears filled her eyes again and she couldn't control her sobs, she can't even talk.

She saw Flynn looked away. Who is it? She wanted to ask but her mouth's trembling too much and her heart aches that she can't speak a word. She knew it would just be a waste to ask. Besides, would it matter? What is she going to do once she knows who it is?

Her mind is filled with questions she couldn't ask him. Her body won't cooperate even if she wanted to do something.

"It's not your fault, August." Flynn whispered. "It's me."

She covered her face with her trembling hands as she kneels on the ground. Why? What's going on? Why is this happening? Did he come all the way here just to end things and tell me that he has somebody else?

She hugged herself gently, feeling cold. She heard his footsteps and the rustling sound of his clothes. He puts his coat around her shoulders while bending one knee.

She tugged the coat around her and finally got the courage to ask. "Why b—bother giving me this coat? Why bother coming here? Or did you just come here to tell me that we needed space?" She's starting to get upset. "You're not m—making any sense at all." She sniffed uncontrollably while looking on the ground as her tears fall.

Flynn sighed gently. "It's hard for me to do this." He whispered and paused. "Because I missed you." He leveled his face to meet her gaze.

"Then why do you want space? You said you have somebody! You're confusing me!" She pushed him away, angrily.

He took her hands and held them together. "You got it all wrong. It's not that I have somebody else or somebody I'm interested with."

"Then what?!"

He kneels in front of her as he cups her face in his hands. "I do have somebody—" He took a deep breath, as if it's hard for him to say the truth. "—somebody I'm jealous with."

Her eyes opened in shock as she waited to hear the next words. "I can't bear seeing you together. He likes you and it hurts me seeing how you're so fond of him, too. You talk about him almost all the time. It hurts me when another guy gets your attention."

"H—He's a friend. He only reminds me of you."

He sighed nervously as he pulls away. "Do you understand how that would make me feel? You being friends with someone around your age who likes you? I'm threatened, August. Although I know how you feel about me and to our relationship, it won't help my fear of the possibility of you falling in love with him." He looked at the stage where Pierre performed earlier. "He's a handsome guy, he's talented. He's not your professor. No one is going to judge if you'll date him. And he's got a better physique than I do. He's—"

"What are you saying?"