I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Lila’s POV
As soon as class ended, I went to the library to meet up with Kay. She was already there and hard at
work when I arrived. She looked up at me and smiled when I sat down.
“Ready to get to work?” I asked, grabbing one of her open notebooks and an extra pen. She nodded
eagerly and showed me where she was with her recent assignments.
She was taking some strange classes that I didn’t even know we offered at this school. Such as
spellcasting, the history of sorcerers, and potions. Most of these classes were for withes because Kay
was the first fairy we had at this school. But these courses could also be helpful to fairies as well.
She was also taking normal classes like Math, History of Shifters, and Chemistry. I took these level
classes last semester and everything came as easy to me.
Despite Tiffany Prescott’s praise of Kay’s academic success from her old school, it still came as a surprise
to me how knowledgeable she truly was. We worked at a quick pace, and she was able to obtain all the
information I had given to her.
She was like a sponge.
It only took us a couple of hours to finish and by the end, I was exhausted and starving.
“Want to get dinner?” I asked as we packed up our things.
She nodded with a pleased smile.
“I’m starving,” she breathed.
Together we walked from the library and across the campus until we reached the dining hall. It was
already crowded with flooded students. I could smell the delicious scent of food as soon as we entered
through the door and my stomach growled.
I was excited to see that it was spaghetti and meatball night. Telling from the excited glimmer in Kay’s
eyes, I knew she was excited as well.
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We grabbed our food and went to sit down at a booth in the corner of the room. We were later joined
by Becca and Rachel.
“Kay, these are my roommates and friends,” I introduced. “Rachel, Becca, this is Kayla.”
They both smiled politely at her, but Rachel’s eyes widened instantly.
“Holy shit; you’re a fairy!” She gasped.
Kay’s face reddened, but she didn’t deny it. She just nodded.
“How can you tell?” Becca asked, peering over at Rachel who sat across from her and next to me. Rachel
sat beside Kay and was staring at her with wide eyes.

“Bears have a strange sense of smell,” she said, shrugging. “We can smell fairies easily. I think it has
something to do with our history on them.”
“I didn’t know bears have a history with fairies,” I said, shaking my head at the thought.
“Yes, we learned about it in Bear History,” she explained. “Bears and fairies used to live amongst one
another. That is until a bear betrayed the fairies. We haven’t lived in harmony since.”
“What did the bears do to the fairies?” I asked, raising my brows.
They’d have to be stupid to double-cross a fairy. Fairies were incredibly powerful, and bears weren’t.
“It’s unclear,” Rachel answered as she took a bite of her meatball. “But there are a lot of rumors.”
“So, we don’t know if it’s actually true or not?” I asked, raising my brows.
“It was a really long time ago. There’s not much documentation of that time,” Rachel said, shrugging.
“It’s true,” Kay said, her tone very soft. “The bear stole something from us. It was a very long time ago
and they were trying to hide it…”
“Trying to hide it?” I asked. “Why?”
“Because if word got out about it, we would see weak,” she explained, shaking her head. “And we are
anything but weak.”
“What was stolen?” Becca asked.
“I heard something about a magical staff, but I thought that was just a rumor,” Rachel breathed.
At first, I didn’t think Kay was going to respond because of how quiet she was. She stared down at her
food questionably, like she was debating whether or not she was going to continue eating or not. But
then she lifted her fork, which contained a part of a meatball, to her lips and slowly started to eat.
“Yes, it was a magical staff. It’s how fairies restore their magic. If we lose the staff, then we lose the
magic.”
I gasped at her words, making her look at me.
“I had no idea your magic was that fragile,” I said, shaking my head at her words. “So, when that bear
stole the staff, they really stole your magic?”
She nodded her head once.
“Yes,” she answered out loud. “It took a lot to get that stuff back and the fairies had to do it on their
own because no one wanted to help. The witches were threatened by us because we were seemingly
more powerful than them and had way more abilities. So, they were never on our side. Everyone else
either wanted the magic for themselves or to destroy it.”
“Some things never change,” I muttered, thinking about my own situation.
She nodded, almost like she understood exactly what I meant.
“But we eventually got our stuff back, which restored our magic. After that, we didn’t take any more
chances. We closed ourselves off from everyone.”
“That’s why everyone thinks fairies are nasty and mean creatures,” I said, feeling an overwhelming sense
of sadness.
“Yes,” she said, sighing. “Because we try to protect ourselves.”
I looked at Rachel who was pale in the face as she stared at Kay.
“I’m so sorry…” she whispered. “I didn’t know it was that bad.”
“You don’t need to blame yourself,” Kay said, giving her a reassuring smile. “It was in the past and I’m
hoping for a better future for all species.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I said with a wide grin.
We were soon joined by Brody who squeezed in next to Becca.
“Hey, what’s everyone up to?” He asked, taking a large bite of spaghetti.
“Talking about fairies,” Becca answered.
“Why would we be talking about those creatures?” He asked, grimacing.
“Because our new friend Kay is a fairy,” I told him, glaring at him.
He nearly choked on his food at my words and then he noticed Kay sitting beside me with a very red
face.
“Oh, crap. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know…”
“And that makes it okay?” Kay asked and I could hear the hurt in her voice.
“No… of course not. I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry….”
“We were talking about the history between fairies and bears and why fairies keep to themselves,” I said
in a calm tone trying my best to defuse the situation.
“Can I start over?” Brody asked, peering at Kay with large puppy dog eyes. “I’m Brody; I tend to say the
wrong things and act like an ass.”
“I’m Kayla,” she said, staring down at her food. “But my friends call me Kay…”
“It’s nice to meet you. I had never met a fairy before. But I would like to.”
“Brody isn’t that bad,” I assured her softly. “I’m sorry the first impression wasn’t great.”