Chapter 3

Arabella Hale

I tried to pull myself together. I had gotten no where with any of my plans. I checked his door about five times already, while he was away, but it always locked. I was paranoid every time. My hands were shaking and sweaty as I tried to turn the knob during each of the times. I could hear my heart hitting against my ribs, ready to rip out off my chest.

After each time, I reminded myself to wipe of any handprints I could have left off. In my paranoid state, weird conclusions about him had drawn into mind like he would do some sort of forsenic analysis on his door knob, if he had suspected anyone to be rumaging through his belongings. I sighed.

Brina gasped "Ok look he just got into a classroom," she shaked my shoulders bringing me back to reality but I groaned.

"What's the use? He has the door locked," I sighed, "Doesn't hurt to try one last time, Bella!" she stressed. I nodded, I knew why she was so determined for this, she blamed herself. I told her time-to-time it wasn't her fault, but being the amazing best firend she is, she wouldn't let me go into the abyss of despair without a fight. 

"Ok! Ok!" I mumbled, "I'll call you, keep your phone to you ear at all times, got it?" I asked.

"Yes, I do. I got the last five times we did this, Bellz!" She responded.

"Just making sure..." I mumbled as I walked past her and down the hall towards Profosser Paxton's office. Climbing up the stairs, I could already feel my heart beating at a fast rhythm. I was starting to get paranoid once again; scared that someone down the hall could hear my abnormally fast beating heart. That someone, especially being Professor Paxton. 

Reaching the last step, I tried to calm my stupid heart.

I almost let out a scream when I heard a sound. Whipping around I tried to find the source, only to look down on to my jean pocket, where my phone tucked neatly in. I wanted scream at myself, but I grabbed it, answering the call, "Arabella? You, in yet?" Brina's voice sounded from the small device.

I nodded, "y-yeah, just gonna try the knob, now," I said as I reached out towards the metal holder. I knew already it was no use. It wouldn't turn, he always locks the door. Half-heartedly, I appiled presure onto my hands to the side, to see if the door opens. When my hand caused it to turn, I let out a small gasp, "Oh my God, what happened? Bella? Arabella! You there?"

"Yes! Yes, I am here! The door is open. Keep an eye on him, I think he might come back to check if he had locked it or not," I said, allowing myself to enter the office. I quietly shut the door behind after hearing Bri say, "Yeah, don't worry bestie. I got your back!"  

Stepping into the office, I noticed how every thing has kept neatly away. It looked very pleasant to the eye. He wasn't like other men, he kept his things in order; every thing tidy. It somehow made me fall for him harder.. I needed to get help with this crush of mine. I couldn't help out notice how the most dominate colors were black. The most obvious object in the room being his large mahogany desk. 

I bit my lip imagining myself, sprawled naked on his desk, ready for him wander his hands over my body and drive his cock deep into my warmth. The very thought send my head back in pleasure, I could feel my panties getting wettier as images of Professor Paxton rummaged into me. Without thinking, my hand slide down my jeans and into my panties. I let out tiny gasp feeling the wetness that was created by the mere dirty imagination of him. Leaning myself against the walls of his office, I rubbed my aching pussy, imagining my fingers were his own. I bit my lip holding back the moans as thought about how his large, rough arms would feel against my warm skin, and how skilled his tongue would be against my body.

As my sinful thoughts carried me away in a haze; mind clouded with lust as I toyed softly with my wet folds, I didn't hear Bri's voice come over my phone. Just as I was about to allow myself to rub my clit and push a finger in, I heard her shout, "ARABELLA HALE! HE'S COMING!! DID YOU GET IT?!" I gasped my hand away from inside my jeans and back to reality. 

He's coming?

NO!

No, no, nooooo!!!

Shit!

I quickly dashed over to his desk trying to look for anything, like a folder or something, that held my course name or my class name or even my on name. Desperately, hoping I would find something as I rumaged through his belongings on the desk and drawers.

"Arabella, he's almost at the stairs. Hurry up!" Sabrina's voice came across my phone with a desperate tone. 

It was loss, there was nothing here. It must be still in that damn briefcase. I let myself get distracted. I lost.

"Arabella! Get out now, you stupid bitch!" she hissed across my phone. If she wasn't my best friend, I would have punched her for calling me that. 

Running my hands through my hair I ran out the door careful to push it close behind me without a sound. Fanning my flushed face, I rushing down the steps only for my face to collided against a hard wall, "ow," I mumbled.

"I suggest you watch where you are going," A deep voice rumbled. I gasped looking up only to meet eyes with a green glare. I gulped realzing mere seconds ago that was the face I had imagined taking me to pure bliss. It wasn't a wall I crashed into, but a hard chest. He was strong build, the muscles were pratically ready to rip through his white shirt.

"S-sorry, Professor Paxton," I whispered, letting my eyes fall down quickly over his body making sure I didn't get caught doing so. To him it looked like I suddenly took my shoes very interesting. I wanted to laugh then and here, but I bit on to the the insides of my cheek stopping myself.

He muttered something under his breath before walking around me to climb up the steps.

"Arabella Eun-Ae Hale!" I cringed at the use of my full name, followed by a whack on the arm from non-other than my crazy best friend Sabrina. "ow," I pouted rubbing my arm, "you bloody scared me bi-" I immediately covered her mouth hearing heavy foot-steps come down the stairs. Once again, I was met with his intense green gaze. I gulped as my eyes trailed down to his briefcase, oh the contains it held!

I almost shuddered.

Has he read them yet?

Judging the way his green eyes held boredom and slight annoyance, I don't think he has. He shaked his head and muttered something along of the lines of 'students disturbing the peace of all mankind.' 

Ouch!

Doesn't he know the future currently lies on us students? We needed to be educated in order to provide for the future. If he so hates students, why become a professor? And I would have never met you or developed a crush on you, asshole!

"Did you get it?" Bri's question pulled me out of my silent harsh words towards Professor Paxton. Yes, I had a crush on him, but that didn't mean I agreed to his ways of tormenting my peers or myself.

"No..." I whimpered finally answering her.

"Aww my baby..." she shouted pulling me into comforting hug. Sabrina would call me the weirdest of things. I'm sure some wondered if we were secretly lesbians, but it was really just Brina being her weird old crazy self. And I loved that about her. I even envied her confidence of being herself, not bothering what the world said about her. She just went true to herself.

"I wish I never had a crush on him..." I whispered, feeling the unshed tears of my eyes.

"If you hadn't you would never be able to escape the nightmares of Alec Westfield..."