I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Chapter 239

Lila’s POV

“Lila, what happened?” Becca asked as soon as I ran into the dorm room.

My heart was racing, and I was on the verge of tears; I couldn’t believe what just happened.

“I think I messed up,” I said as I took a deep breath, trying to steady my rapid heartbeat.

“Messed up how exactly?” Becca asked, standing to her feet like she was going to rush over to me, but she kept her ground and just stared at me.

“Alpha Jonathan caught Enzo and me in the arena,” I said, biting onto my bottom lip once I got the sentence out.

Becca gasped loudly.

“Were you doing it?” She asked.

“What? No! Of course, not,” I said a little too quickly, feeling my face growing hot as she raised her brows.

“Kissing?”

“No…” I said, staring down at my hands. “We were just talking, and he went to touch my face when Alpha Jonathan cleared his throat.”

“Lila, you were practically doing nothing for him to catch. What were you talking about?”

I opened my mouth to answer her, but I had a nasty gut feeling to keep this information to myself. Jazzy escaping from Enzo’s dungeon was a really bad thing and it could be dangerous for anyone who gets involved. The less Becca knows the better.

“We were talking about an assignment,” I lied. I hated lying; I wasn’t even good at it. But in this case, she didn’t have a reason to suspect that I was lying so she just smiled and walked over to me.

“You’re going to be fine,” she said in a calm tone. “I’m sure Professor Enzo will take care of it.”

She wrapped me in a tight hug.

I felt a bit calmer; despite what we were talking about, we weren’t doing anything wrong. She was right when she said Enzo would have it handled. I just had to trust him.

“Don’t you have Math class around now? It’s almost 1,” Becca said, glancing at the clock that sat on the table next to the couch.

I shook my head.

“She canceled class today for personal reasons,” I answered. My next class isn’t

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Werewolf History. But I do need to go to Headmaster Prescott’s office to speak with her

finish studying for my science exam,” Becca said as she went back to the couch. I noticed

as I turned to

the thought of Alpha Jonathan out of my mind. However, that was proving to be quite difficult. As soon as I got to the top floor of the building, I froze when

of my stomach at the very sight of her. I couldn’t believe someone as hateful and cruel as Sarah was mates with someone as gentle

at the very

as I walked by, but

doing here?” I asked as I approached

look like I’m doing?” She shot back, her eyes

you waiting to see Headmaster Prescott? Is she busy?”

me. But I’m sure she’ll welcome you with open

at her

my students,” I heard the voice of Tiffany Prescott coming from her office door. I looked up to see her leaning against the door frame and glaring at Sarah. “You’re staying right there until

staring down at her phone

her eyes and glanced

said, stepping aside for me to enter her

her and walked into her

She asked as she shut

she walked around her desk and

ato

old school; I heard nothing but good things from her former instructors. Is everything okay?” “Yes, I met

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Transferring in the middle of the school year is a little overwhelming for her

me a

that’s a wonderful idea,” she agreed. “Is that what you

live off campus. She’d be able to get the best schoolwork done if she were here full-time. She’s already

leaned back in her seat and took me in with her eyes. I couldn’t read the expression on her face, but she was quiet for a long moment. “You know she’s a fairy, right?” She finally asked, keeping her tone even. “Since when does a student

tried to get

“Then make them-

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force them to room with someone they don’t want to room with; especially when they were there first,” she said, stopping my words. She didn’t raise her voice, but her tone was powerful enough to

fair,” I murmured, staring

you are helping her a lot. She still has access to everything a regular student has access to. The only difference

to say more, but the office door swung open and a dark and familiar sense washed over me. Telling from how tense Headmaster Prescott just got, I knew exactly

didn’t realize you were having a student

up at him; his eyes flashed with recognition as he glared at me.

hello, Lila,” he said with such a fake kindness I had to stifle an