Meet Me After Class
The One Who Writes
A short introduction of the main characters are as presented below:
NICOLLE WALLACE
Age: 20 years old.
Is a freshman at college, majoring English literature.
GABRIEL GUEVARA
Age: 29 years old.
Professor of Poetry.
The One Who Writes
Now that we're done with the mini introduction, I'd like to confess that I'm shipping Nicolle Wallace and Gabriel Guevara, they are both Spanish actor and actress, they acted as a couple in Culpa Mia movie. Anyway so—Let the story begin!
Chattering students, the professor's loud lecture, or the sounds of pages flipping and pens clicking—None could catch her attention. She was annoyed and desperate for the class to end as soon as possible.
The morning sun reflected her unruly, disheveled hair. Her hair colour was confusing. It was something between dirty blonde, and red.
She was gifted with natural wavy hair.
Her head pressed to the table, she sat stiffly in her seat—her plam squeezed her lower belly.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
Nicole Wallace
Damn period and fvck cramps!
She cursed under her breath, biting her lips in anger and anguish.
Things couldn’t be more worse.
She hadn’t eat breakfast, the growl of her stomach declares that. Hunger and cramps are the worst.
A velvety voice whispers, gently, as if afraid to cause her any discomfort.
Nicolle jolts, seating up straight, she flippantly turns her head to her Poetry professor.
She felt a twitch in her stomach, ‘I don't wanna suffer detention today!’ She grimaced internally.
Nicole Wallace
Professor, I'm extremely sorry! I dare not repeat it! I will never in my life, not once again, dare slack off in your class!
Nicolle says in one go, shifting her doe-like eyes to him, in search for any emotion; that'd work in her favour. But there's none.
Gabriel Guevara
Nicolle Wallace. See me in my office, after class.
Nicole Wallace
...I did apologise, did I not?
Gabriel Guevara
See. Me. After. Class.
Nicole Wallace
Professor, I—
Gabriel Guevara
I hate to repeat myself, Nicolle.
His voice sounded somewhat soft yet devoid of any emotion, Nicolle silently watched him as he walks back to the podium. He resumed his lectures on How Do I Love Thee By Elizabeth Barret Browning.
The students watched the commotion, silently.
Curious eyes, careful whispers gradually chimed in the classroom—until extinguished by the professor's enraged glare.
Nicolle could not concentrate, her head was swirling with negative thoughts; she was in fact, afraid to meet him, embarrassed by the thought of it.
After all...it was last night, when they kissed.
Nicolle cursed at herself for the millionth time, as she recalled last night's event. Her cheeks flushed red.
Hot lips, moist tongue, rough hands... Her eyes blankly fixed towards the professor, while she subconsciously dived into the memories of the previous night.
This stoy is made for a contest named Heartbeat. Which works under MTN community.
The prompt for this story was provided by the contest makers.
I selected prompt number 1 written by Satowa.
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Im done give your 100votes. Sorry lot of time. I forgot i need to give votes and also busy....
-Eilef
2024-09-13
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Annalise
it's freaking good
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2024-08-26
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Annalise
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2024-08-26
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