I'm No Child
She was seating by the bonfire, as the tounge of fire danced and the wood crackled in protest. The gentle breeze caressing her skin, she smiled contently to herself.
She felt like she was on a picnic tour. But she wasn’t, it was just the evergreen backyard of her Poetry professor's residence.
The fragrance of jasmine and gardenia filled her nostrils, she breathed in a mouthful of air...so refreshing, so soothing. She liked gardenia better.
She made a sketch of the gardenia tree as soon as she arrived.
She looked upon her wrist watch. It was twelve to ten, on the clock.
Her dorm would close in 48 minutes, proximately.
His residence was at thirty minutes walking distance.
She inserted her hand into her hoodie's pocket, intending to take out her phone to click one last selfie of herself, along the bonfire; to brag about with her friends tomorrow—
Gabriel Guevara
And I was wondering who could be so rackless and hopelessly brave to break in into my area, every single weekend.
The voice was painfully familiar.
She let out a faint shriek of surprise. She dared not turn around. A surge of fear overcame her soul, a shiver trespassing her spine. She kept her head low in caution for not getting recognised by him.
She flippantly dumped all her drawing notebooks and pencils into her bag, grabbing the phone and covering her head with the hoodie, she gestured to run—little did she comprehend, her professor was a arm's length away from her.
He grabbed onto her bag from behind, and she wriggled in protest; but he wasn’t planning on letting her go.
Gabriel Guevara
I know it's you, Nicolle Wallace. Stop squirming.
‘Oh, FVCK.’ She stood now, defeated and dejected. God knows what will happen now. Gabriel has a terrible anger.
They set beside each other, the bonfire reflecting Gabriel's grim expression and Nicolle's confused face—they had a noticeable distance between them; one that their positions require.
Nicole Wallace
Why are we siting here, silently, aren’t you supposed to report me to the dean for breaking in into you property?
She blurted out to break the ice. Nicolle licked her dry lips, she does this when nervous.
Gabriel Guevara
Oh, no. It's funny!
Gabriel chuckles. Ever so rhythmically, as if reciting a lyric. Nicolle couldn’t take her eyes off him, he looked very handsome by the bonfire.
Nicole Wallace
What's so funny?
Nicolle dramatically pouts.
Gabriel Guevara
You're funny.
He bites his lips to cease the surge of laughter.
Nicole Wallace
You could say I'm brave. Very. To trespass your residence, professor. Praise me.
Nicolle rolls her eyes nonchalantly, sweeping back her unruly hair. She sneers mischievously.
Gabriel Guevara
I'd admit you are brave... On one condition.
Enunciating, he eyes her from head to toe—an unreadable sparkle in his eyes. Nicolle gulps, trying to comprehend his motives.
Nicole Wallace
Condition? Wait---why would I need for you to admit that I'm brave? I know I'm brave. And I'm no child to whine for you to accept the undeniable.
Gabriel laughs, louder and longer this time. Nicolle never ceases to amaze him.
Comments
Annalise
🤭 what an interesting professor
2024-08-26
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❤️🇨 🇦 🇳 🇴 🇳 ❤️
i can see why its happening...
damn he is too tempting 💀
~Reader From HBC
2024-08-07
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𝑴𝒔. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕
Isn't that a bit late?
~reader from HBC
2024-06-27
3