I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Lila’s POV
When I got back to my dorm, Becca was already there. She was curled up on the couch and reading a
book. I quickly mindlinked Enzo to let him know I was going back to the dorm knowing that he was
busy helping the board clean up after the election and make sure students were okay. “We’ll meet up
later,” he had told me after telling me how much he loved me. He always knew what to say to make my
heart skip a beat. Becca looked up at me with worried eyes when I entered the room. “Did you find
Brody and Rachel?” She asked. “I found Brody and talked to him,” I told her. “But not Rachel. Someone
told me they saw her leaving campus with her father and Alpha Jonathan.” I couldn’t help but be
worried about her. “Alpha Jonatan?” She asked, raising her brows. “Wasn’t he in a meeting with you and
Sarah?” “Yes, but this was after the meeting,” I told her. Her brows furrowed together. “Why would he
be with them?” She asked. “And what was her father doing here?” “I’m not entirely sure,” I said honestly.
“But I’m kind of worried.” “Did you try calling her?” “I left my phone here,” I told her as I went toward
my bedroom door. “I’ll try her right now.” As I walked into my familiar little room, I felt like I could finally
breathe. It was nice that I was alone after the long day that I had. All I wanted was to curl up in bed and
sleep, but I had so much to do these next few days. I had to get committee members and plan for our
very first meeting. I already knew what I wanted to talk about during this meeting, but I needed a
steady plan for the future. I also needed to make sure Rachel was okay and maybe even speak to Scott.
I couldn’t let him take repercussions about everything and allow his life to be ruined. I shook my head
at the very thought of Sarah manipulating his mind this entire time. He tried to warn me, and I wasn’t
listening to him. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest. He must be so upset; no wonder he’s been
avoiding me lately. I brought up Rachel’s number and attempted to call her, but it went straight to
voicemail. My heart fell into my stomach. I tried her again, but it went to voicemail again. I decided to
text her. “Call me when you can.” I added another text. It’s important.” I sighed and lay on my bed,
staring up at my ceiling and feeling my entire body relaxing into my bed. One thing about this school
was that they supplied very comfortable beds. They felt like clouds and my body nearly melted into the

fabric of the bed. Soon, my phone started to ring, and I grabbed it quickly, expecting the screen to flash:
Rachel. But instead, it flashed: Bri. I was happy she called, but I was really hoping it’d be Rachel. “Hey!” I
said, sitting up in bed. “What were the results?” “A lot has happened since we talked yesterday,” I told
her honestly. “Do tell; I could use the distraction.” “Well, you know how I suspected that Sarah could
manipulate minds?” I asked. She gasped. “Don’t tell me she actually has been cheating,” Bri said,
lowering her tone like she was afraid someone could hear her. “More than that,” I told her. “Something
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unexplainable happened. Witches at this school are powerless and all spells have been canceled or
something.” “Canceled?” She asked. “Yeah, like everyone that Sarah manipulated restored their
memories and gained their free will back,” I explained. “That’s insane,” she gasped. “How did that
happen?” “Nobody knows; at least not yet.” “That’s insane,” Bri breathed. “So, what’s going to happen
to Sarah?” “Get this… Headmaster Prescott grounded her.” Brianna was quiet for a moment before she
burst into giggles. “Grounded?” She chuckled. “Yeah; she can’t go anywhere besides her classes, the
dining hall for meals, the library for studying, and then her dorm.” “Oh my goddess,” Brianna laughed.
“And now you are the president of the committee?” “By default, yes,” I answered. “A win is still a win,”
she said in return. “You would have won regardless; there’s no better president than you.” “Thanks, I
appreciate that,” I laughed. “So, how’s your mate?” She asked and I knew she was wiggling her brows
without seeing her. I frowned though. “Are you sure you want to talk about that?” I asked. She sighed. “I
don’t mind talking about it. I know things are weird considering Alex is following you around like a dog.
But I’m fine… honestly.” “Bri… he was your mate and he rejected you. Your wolf is still in mourning over
that,” I told her softly. “It’s okay to not be okay.” She was quiet for a long while and for a moment, I
thought she was going to hang up. “I will be okay,” she corrected herself. “Until then, I don’t mind it
when my best friend talks about her mate.” I opened my mouth to reply but then I heard the front door
of the dorm opening and then shutting. I soon heard Becca speaking and another female voice. “Bri, can
I call you back later? I think Rachel just got back,” I said quickly into the phone. “Yeah, of course. Love
you!” “Love you always,” I said in return just before clicking the end button and throwing my phone on
my bed. I jumped up from my bed and ran to my bedroom door, swinging it open. I was relieved to see
that Rachel was in fact back and she was seated on the couch with Becca. Alex, per usual, was seated at
the kitchen counter and reading a book. I had to stifle an eye roll whenever I looked at him. But I fixed
my attention on Rachel who smiled pleasantly at me. “Congrats on the big win,” she said kindly. “Where
have you been?” I found myself asking. She frowned, furrowing her brows together. “I had things to do,”
she murmured. “I was worried about you. You weren’t answering your phone.” Her frown deepened. “I
had it shut off,” she shrugged. “What’s the big deal, you aren’t my mother.” “Someone told me you left
campus with your father and Alpha Jonathan, Rachel. They are both bad news.” “He’s my father, Lila,”
she said through her teeth. “I don’t need your permission to go anywhere with him.” “Don’t you
remember all the stuff he put you through growing up?” I asked, moving closer to her. “People change,”
she said, narrowing her eyes at me. “He’s changed.” “Guys like your father, don’t change,” I said simply.
“Alpha Jonathan is bad news too. I don’t trust him.” “You don’t have to trust him. I do,” she said in
return. “What did they want?” I finally asked. She was quiet for a moment and then she took a deep
breath before answering. “They are going into business together; it was a celebration lunch,” she
answered. “Business? What kind of business?” “What’s with the third degree?” She shouted, standing to
her feet. “I’m not—” “Yes, you are,” she interrupted. “I don’t ask you where you are every second of the