Professor F novel Chapter 7

"I—It's okay." She answered, faintly, almost like a squeaky voice with her eyes wide looking at her hot neighbor’s handsome sweaty face. She cleared her throat when the lift dinged on their floor.

He stepped aside and said, "After you.”

She nodded and stepped outside. She walked towards her apartment like a robot. And she noticed how her hands were shaking as she tried to find her key in her purse. “Crap!" She mumbled.

"I think you dropped this." That familiar voice said as he approached her, with a door key in his hand.

She didn't realize she dropped her key because she's so nervous and determined to escape his intimidating presence.

"Are you okay?" He asked casually.

She nodded and took the key from his hand. "T—Thanks."

"Look," He said as she was putting the key to the hole. "If it's because of my hand brushing against your leg earlier, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch you. It wasn't intentional. I wouldn't do it to my student." He raised both of his hands.

So, he remembers that I go to the same college? College of engineering?

She looked up and met his gaze. For the first time, she was able to see him up close.

Damn! He looks more handsome! And without the glasses!

"It's f—fine.” She assured him and looked away. She doesn’t want to creep him out. Besides, he glares at her whenever she finds herself staring unintentionally. It’s not her fault if he’s so good to look at! “And I'm not your student."

"You will be. Augustine Peters, right? I saw you and heard your name on the day of your interview. And your name is on my class list for the coming school year." He smiled. "I'm sorry. It's the uhm—" He paused, looking uncomfortable of what he's about to say as he scratched his cheek. "—eidetic memory."

She just wanted the ground to break and eat her alive! How could this guy give her that cute smile without warning? I want to punch him right now! He's got eidetic memory?! And he’s my professor?!

She was still quiet so he continued talking, "Hey, it's cool! We're neighbors here. So if you need anything, I'm just next door." He smiled. "I hope I didn't scare you or something." He looked at her hand on the door. "Do you need help with that?" He offered, probably trying to make her feel comfortable after what happened in the lift.

All this time I'm under the impression that he's a snob and a total jerk like what she's heard from those engineering students! But why was he glaring at me every time?

She looked at her hand but he was quick enough to get the key and puts it in the keyhole for her.

"Thank you... P—Professor." She whispered.

He chuckled on his throat. "You can call me Flynn when we're not in class. Besides, I feel so old when being called Professor, you know."

She nodded as she unintentionally moistens her lips. He caught him staring at them. Just how young is he? "I'm sorry. If you don't mind, how old are you?"