I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

ila’s POV
Skank.
My drawing of Enzo had the word “skank” written in black paint. The entire painting was completely
ruined.
But this was nothing compared to all the art that Cassidy-Ann and her artists worked so hard to create.
Her entire gallery was completely destroyed. It would take months to get everything back the way it
was.
My heart ached for her.
Cassidy-Ann was crying in the background as she spoke to the police officers and Enzo stood behind
me as I stared at the painting.
He was oddly comforting considering he wanted nothing to do with me and everything to do with
Connie. But I allowed him to stay nearby because, for some odd reason, he still brought my wolf
immense comfort.
“Who would do such a thing?” Val asked in a choked-up voice. “You worked so hard on this painting…”
I didn’t have an answer for her.
This was my very first painting of Enzo, so attached to this painting were memories.
I couldn’t tell if they were calling me a skank, or Enzo. But if I had to guess; I would say they were talking
to the artist.
“You can paint another one… can’t you?” Cassidy-Ann asked, stepping beside me. “A better one.”
I didn’t have a voice to speak; I cried so much today that I was afraid I would burst into tears again if I
even tried to speak.
“You shouldn’t be seeing this…” Enzo said, his tone low and only for my ears. “Let me take you back to
your dorm.”
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I didn’t want to go back with him; he stepped closer to me, but I stepped away from him in return. I
couldn’t even look at him.
Knowing what he had done the night before; he didn’t care about me. He never cared about me.

He hates me and I knew it was because I was a Volana wolf.
I wanted nothing to do with him right now.
Val gasped at my inner monologue, and I knew she was saddened by my words; but if we stayed around
him any longer, it would only cause her more heartbreak. I had only just gotten my wolf. I couldn’t
watch her heart deteriorate anymore.
“Do you think you can take me back to my dorm?” I asked, peering up at Cassidy-Ann who just looked
surprised.
“I have to clean up here,” she said with a timid frown. “I need to figure out what to do. Obviously, you
can have tonight off. I need to meet with my artists and see what needs to be done to recreate these
paintings. I also need to hire a cleaning crew and reach out to my decorators.”
I nodded my head once; I understood. She had way too much to do to worry about me getting back to
school.
“If you need a ride, I can take you back to campus, Miss Lila,” Officer Ken offered. “I’m heading that way
anyway.”
I forced a smile of gratitude in his direction and nodded my head.
“Thank you,” I said to him.
I didn’t even look at Enzo as I walked past him. I wasn’t sure what to say to him or how to act around
him. I just knew that I needed to get away from him. I needed to get Val away from him.
She was hardly thinking straight, and I needed her right now.
He didn’t argue, and he didn’t come after me.
…
I sat in the student lounge later in the evening. I couldn’t bring myself to go back to my dorm room
knowing that I didn’t even have Rachel there to talk to.
She’s only been gone for a few days, and I miss her terribly. My heart ached at the thought of not
seeing her again until after summer.
Becca was off somewhere studying for exams, and I should be with her, also studying. But every time I
opened a book, my mind would wander and all I could think about was my heartbreak.
Exams were only a few days away and I feared I would be too distracted to pass them.
Whoever vandalized Cassidy-Ann’s studio, I had a feeling it was an attack on me. My painting was the
only one with actual writing on it… and it wasn’t pleasant.
I sulked in my seat, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders and my heart sinking further into
my stomach.
“Hey Lila,” said a familiar voice.
Brody was approaching with a saddened smile as he sat across from me at the table I was sitting at.
“How are you feeling?” He asked with concern lacing his tone.
Becca must have told him what was going on. I ran into her when I got back to campus, and I told her
everything that had happened at the studio. Leaving out the part where Enzo was there.
“I just can’t believe the studio got destroyed. Cassidy-Ann was so upset. I’ve never seen her like that
before.”
“She’s an incredible artist, as are you. I bet she will be just fine. You will all be able to create even better
paintings. I’m sure of it.”
“That’s not the point. Whoever did this… I think they were after me,” I said meeting his eyes.
He frowned at my words.
“Do you have any idea who would want to do that to you?” He asked curiously.
I thought about it for a moment, but then shook my head.
“No… Officer Ken said they weren’t going to rest until they figure out who did this. I guess I just have to
trust them…” I said as I sighed. “I could always see if my father would look into it as well. He’s a great
detective.”
“That’s a good idea. If anyone can figure this mystery out, it’s Alpha Bastien,” Brody said with a bright
smile. His smile always seemed to light up the room; even though he wasn’t my mate, Val seemed to