After Class by Athina Fernwood

Author:Athina Fernwood [Fernwood, Athina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ihadn't realized just how difficult it would be to try to concentrate on actually learning in Adrian's class. I had hoped that after being so satisfied our last night together, it would tame some of the raging hormones that he seemed to illicit just by being near me. I could not have been more wrong. Waiting for him to walk into class was torturous. I felt almost like I was back on his bed, tied up and waiting for him to touch me. Feeling like that, of course, led to even more problems.

"Good morning, class. Hope you all had a good weekend. Let's jump right in with Robert Frost, hopefully you all had a chance to do the reading over the weekend. If not, you may have a bit of trouble this morning." Adrian sat his briefcase down on the desk and regarded the class with that sly, cruel smile all professors seemed to get before they did something they knew would make their students groan. "Get out a piece of paper, phones away for a few minutes." There came the expected moaning and shuffling of paper. I slowly took out my notebook and pencil. Robert Frost had been the one reading I hadn't gotten to the previous week.

"Make sure you write down the usual, your name and the date," Kahaln began to pace, as if he was thinking over what he was about to ask only now. His eyes flickered over mine and I gave him a small, hopeful smile. It didn't seem he was going to have any pity. Strolling to the whiteboard, he picked up a marker and wrote across the board. "In no more than a paragraph, answer this question: What is the "sound of sense?" I'll give you ten minutes for this little exercise, plenty of time. Start now."

I stared at the paper in front of me blankly. What kind of English major was I that I had never read Frost? I tapped my pencil nervously and glanced up, only to see Adrian looking at me from over his glasses. He was seated at his desk, holding our textbook open on his lap, the lap I was certainly going to be over for not knowing this. He raised his eyebrows, and I mouthed silently, "Sorry."

I couldn't be absolutely certain, but it looked like he mouthed back the words "bad girl" at me. I cringed in my seat. Running out of time, I scribbled quickly on my paper,

The sound of sense is the sound of me declining to go over your knee next time.

I folded the paper before slipping it into the pile that was passed down around the room. I really did try to pay attention for the rest of the class, but Adrian kept doing little things with his mouth and hands that set me off on long daydreams about things that were not at all appropriate for a classroom. When class was finally over, I made to bolt for the door before he could discover my shameful answer.

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