I couldn't stop thinking about her. I knew it was wrong. I just couldn't stop, though. It wasn't an obsession. It was just... I don't know what it was. But Sofia Jacobs had captured me. She was just so... strange. And I loved it. Someone knocks on the door. Shit. It was almost time to go home. I didn't wanna stay here any longer than I had to.
"Professor Black?" calls Sofia as she walks in.
Her hair is wet and she's holding a cup of hot coco. I smile.
"Yeah?" I ask, gathering my things.
"Oh," she said, "you were leaving. Oh well."
"Nah," I said, "it's cool. What did you need?"
"Um, about the paper... it's due Tuesday, right?"
"Yeah," I answered, grinning.
"Good," she said, "I swear... if it was due earlier I wouldn't have finished. Hot coco?"
She offered me her cup. Her lip gloss stained the rim.
"I'm good," I said, shaking my head.
"There's one more thing I gotta talk to you about," she said, hesitantly.
I look up. She was a little farther than before. I nod, inclining that she should tell me.
"My grade... is it ok?"
I take out the book, trying to find her name. She leans against my desk, her forehead almost touching mine. I fingered her name, sitting proudly by a 90.
"Thank god," she whispered.
I looked up to see her green eyes staring deep into mine. I broke the gaze by moving my head away.
"It's raining outside," she whispered.
"Really?" he said, "I was wondering why your hair was wet."
"You wonder... about me?"
"No," she said, laughing, "you're my fucking professor!"
"And you just cursed in front of him."
"Dude," she said, "chilax. You're 21. You're a smart ass."
"YES!" she shouted.
"Why are you shouting? You're crazy."
"Maybe," she said.
"What time is it?" I asked, wishing I had my cell phone.
I lost it everyday.
"It's almost 7."
"Oh," I said.
"How far's your house?"
"Not that far..." I hesitated, searching for my cell phone.
"Looking for this?" she asked, teasingly.
I looked at her, shaking my head, and grabbed it.
"Damn, you're pretty short."
"I'm like 5'8 or something!"
She was close to me.
"Ok," she said, hugging me, "gotta go."
I waited for her to get her arms off me.
"Sofie," I whispered.
"Don't you have to go?"
"Hold on," she said, "you're fun to hug. Lean and abby..."
"You got a six pack on you."
"How would you know? You watching me?"
She shook her head. You could tell she liked me. And she could tell I liked her. She looked up. Then, standing on her tippy toes she kissed me. I kissed her back. She snuck her tongue into my mouth, and wrapped her lean legs around my torso. She tangled her fingers in my jet black hair, moaning. It turned me on.
Shit. This was not good. She was my 17-year-old student. I was her 21-year-old teacher. And I was a blood-sucking monster.