Forbidden Always Tastes Better

scarlet_rivers · Jun 9, 2011

You're not shy like a little girl, you don't cry like a kissin' doll.
You're just too much. You said, "baby, baby, look but don't touch."
You got up and walked by, a little teaser with one thing on your mind...

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"Alright, class, that'll be all for today. Remember to study - or even merely glance - at the guide posted on the blackboard in your course section online. It'll save your ass if you try hard enough. Have a good day," a deep voice at the front of the class room echoed; with a wave of his hand, students began to pack their bags and scurry for the door.

With piercing eyes raising from the wooden structure of the podium behind which he stood, Professor Wright peered out into the sea of students before him. Dark bags surrounded various sets of eyes - possibly from lack of sleep and stress - a commonality during this time of year. Nearing midterm season, most professors were piling on the course work in a desperate attempt to force as much information into their students' minds as possible. With a small smirk passing over his slightly plumped lips, the psych professor gloated on the fact that he was not included in the frenzy of desperate and evil professors. No, thanks to a proper planning schedule and a rather impressive set of students, the class was completely on schedule with their knowledge aquirement. Aside from one female, Aria Wennington. The young woman definitely had the potential to prosper, Professor Wright could view it, lingering beneath the surface of a wild and excentric sophomore in university.

With the thought of the young woman, those bright eyes of his searched the dissipating congregation in front of him as he decided he had time to meet with her now, rather than later. The previous night. he had recieved a seemingly desperate email from the young woman, pleading for a meeting with the professor as soon as possible. Though he hadn't read the email until the wee morning hours, having had to wait until his partner for the night to fall into blissful rest before he could return to his work. It seemed as if it was a running effort with his partners, always vying for his attention against his work. Though he was getting paid to work for the university - rather well, to be honest - he enjoyed his extracurricular deeds a far bit more; a few hours here and there were easy to allot for a bit of deed, in his opinion. One must play as hard as they work, if not moreso.

A shake of his head caused his brown locks to sway slightly amongst his skull before he called out to the form he'd been staring at all along, a smirk upon his lips. "Miss Wennington!" he called out, raising his hand in the air to summon her attention. Once the young woman turned, he smiled and wagged his finger to signal for the woman to move towards him. "I have time to visit with you now. come along to my office and we'll chat, yes?" he inquired, his brow crooking ever so slightly with his inquiry.

mymusicalife · Jun 10, 2011

Honestly, how was the brunette haired girl supposed to pay attention to all of this crap? Did she care about the human mind? No. Was this stuff incredibly boring? Yes. Did she have plenty of other things to do, like classes that were really important to her major? Absolutely. So she wanted to know, why in the freaking world, she was stuck in psychology. Seriously, it was a terrible course to demand someone take. The irritated girl tried not to stare at her teacher blankly. With coffee colored eyes, she noticed how attractive he was with his brown hair and mesmerizing blue eyes. At least he had that going for him since his class sucked. And well, she could also give him credit for knowing what he was talking about. As much as she wanted too, she couldn't blame her teacher for her lack of understanding. Everyone else in the class seemed to be doing fine, it was just her to had a problem. But! It wasn't for a lack of trying. She gave it her best effort to listen during lectures, but half the time she found herself daydreaming or thinking about other things besides psychology. She also tried to read out of the book, but within the first half hour realized she had either fallen asleep or she had been reading words that meant absolutely nothing to her.

These two reasons were probably why she was currently failing the class. As a good student who passed every class she'd taken, this frustrated Aria beyond belief. She finally emailed her teacher last night asking to set up a meeting in hopes that he might be able to offer some studying advice, or extra credit, or just something along those lines. She knew the midterm was coming up in a couple weeks, and after she completely bombed the first test, she knew she needed to get help before the midterm.

As the class period continued, Aria found herself doodling on her notebook rather than actually, you know, taking notes. She couldn't help it though! Listening was causing her to become drowsy and the last thing she wanted to do was to fall asleep in the class. Even she wasn't that rude. When the class was finally over, the thin, yet highly curvy, girl practically tore from her seat. She shoved the few items she'd bothered to take out back into her bag and wished people would walk down the aisle faster. Just as she was a couple people away from the door she heard her name being called out. Out of instinct she turned around to see who'd called her name without recognizing the voice first. When she turned to look she noticed her professor's hand raised up inviting her to come over to his desk.

Blowing some of the curly hair away from her eyes, she began to walk against the crowd and back over to her professor. She figured that since he didn't email her back last night, he had gotten her email this morning and was what he wanted to talk about with her now. Pulling up the yellow tube top she wore s she didn't look like a hot mess while speaking to him, she moved to the front of the podium to address him. "Yes?" she asked with a cheerful smile. When he told her he had time to meet with her now, she was really relieved. It was much more convenient to already be here, then to go home and have to come back another day. "Sure, I'm finished with classes today so I have lots of free time."

Fortunately, his office was just down the hall, so there wasn't any need for awkward conversation to fill the time between walking from the class to the office. When they got inside, she shut the door behind her and took her seat in a chair in front of his desk. She placed her backpack on the floor next to her and waited until her professor got comfortable before proceeding to bombard him with her reasons of being here.

"I really appreciate you taking the time to see me." She told him with sincerity and gratitude. "I haven't been doing well in your class and so I was hoping that perhaps you can give me advice on how to do better. I mean, I come to very class, and I try to read the book and notes at home. But I just don't' seem to be getting the hang of it. Do you have anything to suggest that I might try?"
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