Professor Collins

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Chapter One – Accidents Happen

Jamie looked up and down in the mirror. Finally, a pair of pants that looked good on her today. Third day of her period and she felt like a bloated whale.
“Damnit,’ she whispered as he looked around her room for her yellow tank top. Her cat, Mossy, was asleep on it. Smiling, she rubbed Mossy on the head, waking her up from her cat nap. Mossy purred and closed her eyes again as Jamie scratched behind her ears.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not falling asleep on me again. I need that shirt.” As if Mossy understood English, she looked up with her big green eyes, begging her to leave the shirt there. Jamie laughed and picked her up, setting her down on the other side of the bed. She meowed loudly, obviously upset at the failed attempt to keep her warm spot.
Tossing the shirt on, she grabbed her book bag and her papers, looking at back at Mossy, only to say, “Thanks Moss, now I’m running even later!” She smiled though, as Mossy curled back down on her pillow.
She shut and locked her apartment, running down the stairs to her car. As she reached to open the door to her 96’ Jeep Cherokee, she dropped her binder. Papers flew everywhere.
“Shit,” she mumbled, picking them up and jumping in her car. “Of course, today had to be the day...” It was finals week, the last day of it actually, and she had one class left before Spring Break; Creative Writing class, with Professor Collins. How she concentrated in his class she didn’t know. The girls on campus drooled over him day in and day out since he started working here last year. This was her first year at Crystal Springs University, but she’d heard stories of many failed attempts to get his ‘attention.’
He was the star of many of her night time fantasies, and of her most recent erotic short stories. She could barely concentrate on her final paper last night; she kept switching back to write more of her story. She had to tear herself away from it to finish her paper on the effects of the media on society’s outlook on the current war in Iraq. A much less interesting topic if she said so herself.
As she drove to class, her mind kept wandering back to Professor Collins’ lecture last week, in which he’d sat on the corner of his desk the whole time, giving her an excellent view from her front row desk. She’d be so distracted by the bulge that she’d missed most of the lecture.
Still lost in her fantasy world, she pulled into a parking spot as close to the front doors as she could. Grabbing her papers and lap top, she hurried passed the students hanging around in the parking lot, through the hallways and passed his office to his classroom. She looked back at his office, and recalled the most recent part of her short story, where he’d asked her to stay after class. He’d walk her into his office and lock the door behind her…
She smiled as she hurried into the class room. Looking around, her smile dropped; it was obvious he’d already started. She quietly made her way to the front of the room, feeling the eyes of the class on her back. She looked at the floor as she made her way to her desk, her face reddening. She didn’t like being the center of attention, it made her uneasy.
As she sat down, Professor Collins stopped what he was saying to the class. “Nice of you to join us Miss Bradley; I wasn’t aware class started at 9:13 today.”
The class snickered. ‘Oh grow up,’ she thought. ‘We’re in college now.’
Still looking at her desk, she mumbled something under her breath, hoping he’d let the topic go. Wrong.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked, walking up to her desk. She could smell his cologne. Whatever it was, it was breath taking.
“Um… I overslept. Sorry…” she said again, still not looking up from her desk.
He stood in front of her for a good ten seconds before he spoke again.
“Do you have your paper?”
“Oh. Uh, yeah, right here.” She grabbed it from her binder, and tried to straighten the papers out from when she’d dropped them earlier. She handed them to him, still not looking up from her desk.
He walked away from her desk, paper in hand, and came back with her copy of the test. He dropped it on her desk and walked away, not saying anything.
From behind his desk, he said loudly, “You have 2 hours. Get started.”
During those two hours, Professor Collins went over some of their papers. Jamie had to force herself to concentrate. She hadn’t studied very much, but the test was multiple choice, and so far so good. She caught herself in day dreams every few minutes though, and had to force herself to block out the smell of his cologne left lingering by her desk.
When Professor Collins called ‘Time,’ she looked down and realized she was already done, and had been doodling on her test. She quickly erased her drawings of hearts and flowers, and started packing her stuff up in her bag. She was about to stand up, when Professor Collins stopped at her desk. She looked up.
“I need to speak with you after class, Jamie.” His face bore no expression. Everyone knew he liked to embarrass bad behavior in front of the class, like he’d done earlier, but he wasn’t known to punish anyone for it. ‘Well, in real life anyway,’ she thought. Her stories told different. She could feel herself getting excited just thinking about more scenarios for her story. Much of which involved a ruler and some sort of soft material, strong enough for restraining purposes.
She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she just nodded.
When everyone had left the class room, she stayed seated. Professor Collins had sat back down at his desk, and was reading over something at his desk. She got a dropping feeling in her stomach. What sort of trouble would she be in for being late? It couldn’t be that bad. Why isn’t he saying anything?
He stood up finally, picking up the papers with him.
“Jamie, we need to discuses your… paper.”
She frowned. What could he be talking about? She didn’t plagiarize it. She thought it was as good as she normally did, she didn’t slack off on it. Not that much anyway.
“… Okay…?” she said quietly.
He took a deep breath and said sternly, “I think we should discuses this in my office.”
She gulped. She’d never been in his office; other then in her stories of course. She hoped he didn’t notice her face flush as she stood up to get her books and her lap top.
Following him towards his office, she couldn’t stop staring at his butt, and got lost in another day dream. When he stopped at his office and turn around, she almost ran into him.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, wait in there for me.” He unlocked the door and let her in, shutting it behind her as he left. She shivered as she looked around. His office was bigger then she’d thought, and had a lot more books. The shades were pulled over the window, creating shadows around the office. The lamp on his desk was turned on, the only light source in the room.
She walked towards his desk, looking around on the shelves, before she sat down. Her mind wondered back to what he could possible want to talk to her about. She felt like her essay was at least B work, if not better. Her average in his class was a B+ almost an A, so maybe he expected more out of her essay.
10 minutes later, she was startled by his frame coming into view. She hadn’t even heard him come in to the room. Glancing behind her, she wondered how he’d shut the door without her hearing it either.
“Jamie, I’m going to have to start off by saying I’m very disappointed.”
“Wh-… Okay…?” She stumbled over her words. She always did that when she was nervous. Hopefully she never got pulled over and asked to recite the alphabet or anything like that; she’d surely be arrested for a DUI.
“First of all, you obviously didn’t research much about your topic. Besides that, there are some major grammatical errors in your paper as well.”
“But Professor, I was up all night wri-”
“I’m sure you were. But it seems to me like you just guess at some facts, instead of researching if they were true or not. Again, not to mention, you didn’t use spell check.”
He held up her paper, red marks all through it, and be big fat D across the top. She shut her eyes. This could seriously affect her grade in this class; she couldn’t understand how she’d messed up so bad.
Looking at the paper in his hand, he didn’t say anything for a few moments. Finally, he spoke.
“First of all, this room is 12ft by 15ft, not 10ft by 12ft. And further more, I don’t keep rulers on the desk; they’re in the second drawer on the right. As well as some major spelling errors, you’re inaccurate description of scenery causes the whole paper to sound choppy.”
Her eyes widened as he handed her back her paper. She’d accidently given him the rough draft to one of her stories! Her face was so hot she was sure her makeup would melt off. ‘Oh my God; how could this happen…” She thought to herself.
Before she could speak, he interrupted her thoughts.
“Since we’re both aware that this is a major part of your grade, I’ll allow you until tonight at 7:00pm to re-do your paper. If it’s not on my desk by then, this grade stands.”
She shook her head to bring her self back to reality. No way. Did he expect her to re-write this story? This wasn’t even the topic she was supposed to write about… This was so embarrassing. She’d never let anyone read one of her stories, and worst of all, it was a rough draft read by the star character!
“You mean… But you can’t be…” She stumbled over her words again.
“I’m very serious Jamie. This really disturbs me; you’re work is normally a lot better then this. That’s why I’m giving you some more time to re write this paper.” She noted he emphasized ‘this.’
“You may go now.” He said, looking back down at his desk, her paper in his hand, waiting for her to take it.
She stood up on shaky legs, and reached out for the paper. He jerked it back quickly before she reached it.
“By the way Jamie… I’m 27 not 25.” With that, he let her take the paper, looking back down at his desk. She had almost reached the door when he spoke again.
“And door doesn’t ever need to be locked; the only way to open it from the outside is with a key.” Looking back at him, seeing he was still reading something on his desk, she opened the door and shut it as calmly as she could. Once shut, she bolted out of the school as quickly as she could, not stopping until she was out of breath and sitting in her Jeep.