I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Chapter 239

Lila’s POV

“Lila, what happened?” Becca asked as soon as I ran into the dorm room.

My heart was racing, and I was on the verge of tears; I couldn’t believe what just happened.

“I think I messed up,” I said as I took a deep breath, trying to steady my rapid heartbeat.

“Messed up how exactly?” Becca asked, standing to her feet like she was going to rush over to me, but she kept her ground and just stared at me.

“Alpha Jonathan caught Enzo and me in the arena,” I said, biting onto my bottom lip once I got the sentence out.

Becca gasped loudly.

“Were you doing it?” She asked. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“What? No! Of course, not,” I said a little too quickly, feeling my face growing hot as she raised her brows.

“Kissing?”

“No…” I said, staring down at my hands. “We were just talking, and he went to touch my face when Alpha Jonathan cleared his throat.”

“Lila, you were practically doing nothing for him to catch. What were you talking about?”

I opened my mouth to answer her, but I had a nasty gut feeling to keep this information to myself. Jazzy escaping from Enzo’s dungeon was a really bad thing and it could be dangerous for anyone who gets involved. The less Becca knows the better.

“We were talking about an assignment,” I lied. I hated lying; I wasn’t even good at it. But in this case, she didn’t have a reason to suspect that I was lying so she just smiled and walked over to me.

“You’re going to be fine,” she said in a calm tone. “I’m sure Professor Enzo will take care of it.”

She wrapped me in a tight hug.

I felt a bit calmer; despite what we were talking about, we weren’t doing anything wrong. She was right when she said Enzo would have it handled. I just had to trust him.

“Don’t you have Math class around now? It’s almost 1,” Becca said, glancing at the clock that sat on the table next to the couch.

I shook my head.

“She canceled class today for personal reasons,” I answered. My next class isn’t

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until 2. Werewolf History. But I do need to go to Headmaster Prescott’s office to speak with her about something.”

“I have to finish studying for my science exam,” Becca said as she went back to the couch. I noticed the coffee table was covered in math books and notebooks.

“Good luck,” I said, waving at her as I turned to leave the room.

As I walked across campus to the board members’ building, I tried to brush the thought of Alpha Jonathan out of my mind. However, that was proving to be quite difficult. As soon as I got to the top floor of the building, I froze when I saw Sarah sitting in one of the seats outside the headmaster’s office.

She didn’t look pleased, and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach at the very sight of her. I couldn’t believe someone as hateful and cruel as Sarah was mates with someone as gentle and sweet as Brody.

I shuddered at the very thought.

I could have ignored her as I walked by, but that wasn’t something I’d do.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I approached the office door.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She shot back, her eyes turning into small slits as she glared at me.

“Are you waiting to see Headmaster Prescott? Is she busy?”

“She’s too busy for me. But I’m sure she’ll welcome you with open arms,” she said bitterly.

My face warmed at her remark.

“Sarah, you know I don’t favor my students,” I heard the voice of Tiffany Prescott coming from her office door. I looked up to see her leaning against the door frame and glaring at Sarah. “You’re staying right there until your father is here per his request.”

“Whatever,” she muttered, staring down at her phone and not giving us a second look.

Headmaster Prescott rolled her eyes and glanced at me.

“You can come in, Lila,” she said, stepping aside for me to enter her office.

I smiled my thanks to her and walked into her office.

“What can I do for you?” She asked as she shut the door.

I sat in one of the seats in front of her desk as she walked around her desk and sat in her chair. She peered at me with such kind eyes I instantly felt my body relaxing.

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“I wanted to talk to you about that new student, Kayla,” I said; her brows rose. “She’s a sweet girl; she transferred from Emerson. 4.0 GPA at her old school; I heard nothing but good things from her former instructors. Is everything okay?” “Yes, I met her earlier today and she’s very nice. I’m going to help her get caught

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up in classes. Transferring in the middle of the school year is a little overwhelming for her and she’s already behind,” I explained.

Headmaster Prescott gave me a fond smile.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” she agreed. “Is that what you came here to tell me?”

“No; actually, I came here to say that I think it’s unfair that she must live off campus. She’d be able to get the best schoolwork done if she were here full-time. She’s already behind and she needs every advantage she can get.”

Headmaster Prescott leaned back in her seat and took me in with her eyes. I couldn’t read the expression on her face, but she was quiet for a long moment. “You know she’s a fairy, right?” She

finally asked, keeping her tone even. “Since when does a student species matter?” I asked, furrowing my brows together. “It’s the 21(st) century, Headmaster. If we can welcome vampires, bears, and even some witches, we can welcome fairies as well.”

“You know that’s not what I mean, Lila,” she said, sighing. “I’ve tried to get her a room but unfortunately no student wants to room with her.”

“Then make them-

“I can’t force them to room with someone they don’t want to room with; especially when they were there first,” she said, stopping my words. She didn’t raise her voice, but her tone was powerful enough to silence me.

“It’s just not fair,” I murmured, staring down at my hands.

“I know you want to help, and you are. By tutoring her and catching her up on her assignments, you are helping her a lot. She still has access to everything a regular student has access to. The only difference is she won’t be sleeping here. It won’t affect her work if she doesn’t let it.”

I opened my mouth to say more, but the office door swung open and a dark and familiar sense washed over me. Telling from how tense Headmaster Prescott just got, I knew exactly who was standing behind me.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were having a student meeting,” Alpha Jonathan said. from behind me.

I turned slightly and peered up at him; his eyes flashed with recognition as he glared at me.

“Oh, hello, Lila,” he said with such a fake kindness I had to stifle an eye roll.

“Hello, Alpha,” I said to him, proud that my voice came out stronger than I felt. I turned back to Headmaster Prescott and forced a smile. “I’ll leave so you can talk.” “Actually, you can stay, Lila,” Alpha Jonathan surprised me by saying. “I’m glad you are here; this concerns you as well.”

My heart fell deep into my stomach. He was going to tell the headmaster about what he saw in the arena. I knew it.

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It took everything I had not to jump up and run from the room.

“Go on,” Headmaster Prescott urged.

Alpha Jonathan stepped further into the room, keeping the door open, probably so Sarah could listen as well. I felt my face getting warmer with each passing second.

“I wanted to speak to you about this mural that is being created under my nose without my consent,” he said through his teeth and as soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself sighing in relief.

But then his words registered, and I tensed again. Was he going to forbid the mural from happening? We were already collecting photos from students; they were going to be so disappointed.

“We’ve been meaning to speak about it with

you-

“When? After it’s already been created?” Jonathan asked, raising his brows. I had never seen Tiffany Prescott look so small as she does at this very moment. I felt bad she was getting in trouble because of

an idea that I had.

“My board members were supposed to send an email—”

“They didn’t,” he said sharply, cutting her off. “I had to find out from a student.” “I’m so sorry, Alpha…”

“If it were to be run by me, I’d express my concerns about having my campus graffitied.”

“It’s not graffiti,” I found myself saying quickly. “It’s a mural for students. It’ll give the campus more life and color.”

“It’s a school; it doesn’t need life or color,” he said through his teeth.

“It’s a school that most of us live in,” I said in return, narrowing my eyes at him. “The students are lacking in motivation and 60% of it is because of the

environment they work in.”

“And graffiti is going to change that?” He asked, raising his brows.

“It’ll help,” I said, not bothering him to correct him again. “The colors will make it livelier, and the students will feel seen.”

“Alpha, the mural is going to be a bunch of pictures that the students submit to the art department that will-

“I’m aware of what this project is, Miss Prescott. No thanks to you and the board that I pay,” Alpha Jonathan sneered, making her flinch and silence. He then turned to me, narrowing his eyes at me. “I’ll tell you what. You win this election, and you can continue with this project. If my daughter wins then this project is being thrown out. Until then, it’s on hold. End of story.”