I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Lila’s POV
I was amazed at how many people were at the assembly hall; students were lined up outside the doors,
waiting for them to unlock so they could enter. It was the entire school basically; I knew this was a
mandatory event for everyone, but I didn’t think they’d all be here at the same time.
Brody met us toward the back entrance where Headmaster Prescott had told me I was going to enter
through. The door was unlocked and once we were inside, we met with a couple of the board members.
“Oh, good, you’re here,” one of them said. “I hope you are prepared.”
“I’m as prepared as I can be,” I said, grateful that I didn’t sound as nervous as I felt.
She only smiled and led us down various hallways until we reached a set of giant doors that led to the
assembly hall. It was a huge auditorium that the drama department used for their plays and the band
used for their concerts. It’s also used for regular assemblies as well.
“Lila, you look gorgeous,” Tiffany Prescott said with a fond smile. “Don’t you think, Professor Enzo?”
My face instantly warmed when I saw my mate across the stage setting up the microphone and podium.
His eyes found mine and I instantly saw the love and lust in them. I had to fight to keep from smiling at
him.
“Yeah; she looks great,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine.
I bit my bottom lip and broke my eye contact with him to look up at Headmaster Prescott.
“Where should I sit?” I asked.
“You’ll be sitting in the second seat and Sarah will be sitting in the first,” she said, but then she paused
when she met my eyes. “Alpha Jonathan orders.”
“Of course, it was,” Rachel muttered, rolling her eyes.
I nudged her with my shoulders.
“Have you seen Sarah, by the way?” Headmaster Prescott asked. “She hasn’t arrived yet.”
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“We saw her right before we got here,” I told her. “She was still in the dorm. But I’m sure she was on her
way.”
I didn’t bother relaying the message Sarah had given me about doing whatever she could to win. I
wasn’t really sure what she meant by that, but I wasn’t going to stress too much about it. I already knew
she probably had something up her sleeve. But as long as I stayed true to myself and stuck with my

lines, I had faith that I was going to be okay.
I began walking across the stage and over to my seat. I had to pass Enzo on my way to eat and when I
did, he met my eyes again and this time he gave me a small smile along with a wink.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered. “You’re going to be great.”
“Thank you, Professor,” I flirtatiously said with a wink, making him grin as I continued to walk by him.
I took my seat and tried to re-read the speech that sat on notecards in my hands. Rachel, Becca, and
Brody took seats in the front row.
Soon, the entire auditorium was filled with students and faculty.
Sarah soon joined me on the stage, sitting in the first seat with her legs crossed and her hands neatly
laid out on her lap.
I got a glimpse of Alpha Jonathan sitting near the stage and his eyes never left Sarah.
After a few minutes, Tiffany Prescott walked onto the stage, and everyone clapped for her.
“Hello everyone,” she began in the mic; she didn’t yell, but her voice was loud and rang with so much
authority that everybody was silenced instantly. “Thank you all for being here right now. This is a very
exciting occasion. As you know we started the student committee toward the end of last year and
because of the success of it last year, we’d like to continue it this year as well.”
She paused while everyone clapped excitedly at her words.
“Initially, we were only going to use this committee for event planning, but we recently decided that this
committee could do so much more. The school board tries hard to keep up with all student issues and
to get you everything needed to be successful on your journeys, but the board isn’t perfect. We don’t
work closely enough with the students to know their fundamental needs and we could use a little inside
help. The student committee will be working with the school board to ensure that all needs are met.”
Another pause for applause.
“That brings me to today; I’m happy to announce that with your help, we are appointing a president for
the student committee. Our candidates are Sarah and Lila,” she continued.
Everyone wildly began to cheer; I met the eyes of Enzo who sat with the other faculty, and he gave me a
reassuring smile.
“Each of the candidates had prepared a speech. Once each speaks, you’ll be able to ask them questions.
Once all questions are answered then the voting will be opened. My wonderful board members will
walk you to the polls we set up in the back room.”
More clapping.
“Our first candidate is Sarah,” Headmaster Prescott said, motioning for Sarah to step up to the podium.
She stood with confidence and walked over to the podium with her head held high as if she’d done this
a thousand times before. As she walked to the podium, the entire room was echoed with applause and
cheering.
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and tried desperately not to overthink things.
Sarah chuckled into the mic and waved at the cheering audience.
“Oh, please. You guys are too much,” she laughed. “But it’s time to get serious. You all deserve a
president who isn’t afraid to get dirty. I can get shit done and you all know this to be true. I have never
backed down from a fight and I can get you anything you ever wanted. When I’m president, I’m
planning on getting only the best foods imported from the finest restaurants. I think we all deserve
delicious and healthy foods. Don’t you think?”
Everybody cheered loudly for her and stomped their feet, my face warmed.
“Also, my dad just informed me that we are opening a coffee shop on this very campus. Of course, I’ll
be in charge of it,” she said simply. “I’ll be needing some workers though so if anyone is interested, see
me after the election.”
Everyone cheered again and she chuckled while waving.
“Vote for me, and you’ll get a lot of really cool things,” Sarah continued. “I won’t let you down.”
She turned away while everyone cheered again, and she resumed her seat next to me. She gave me a
smug look before turning her attention to the front.
That was hardly even a speech.
Headmaster Prescott walked to the podium again and I could see she had a plastered smile on her lips
as she cleared her throat.
“Thank you, Sarah. That was quite an interesting speech,” she said; I knew she was forcing her voice to
remain even. “Now for our second candidate, Lila.”
A bunch of students clapped, including my friends in the front row. But it wasn’t nearly as loud as the