Chapter 4

“Elijah!" I screamed out his name as pleasure racked through me. My eyes flew to the back of my head and my toes curled when I thrust the dildo into me one last time.

I buried my head in the pillow and covered my mouth with a hand to muffle the screams that broke through. When I got off my high, there was a knock and a voice spoke from the other end of the door.

"We gonna be late for classes girl. You've gotta stop masturbating and get the fuck out of there!" Lee shouted agitatedly.

I couldn't blame her,

She had to put up with me touching myself every time I had a flash back and remembered Eli. It was disturbing for me, how my body had seemed to get overly aroused every single time I'd remembered him. Funny enough, i didn't get the urge to hump someone else.

I got into the bathroom, hurriedly showered, tugged on a baggy jeans with a white crop top and shrugged on my combat boots. I had my hair in a ponytail before wrapping it into a messy bun, a few lose strands fell at the back.

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"Okay Alexis, you really need to fucking tell me what the fuck is going on. Are you having an episode again?" She asked worriedly.

I sighed, leaning back into the car seat. "I don't know Lee. I don't know what's wrong with me."

She raked her fingers through her hair as she drove into the school's parking lot.

"You've been masturbating incessantly for a week now. And who the fuck is Elijah?! Is your OCSB acting up again?! Even when you first had your episodes, it wasn't this bad. Is it getting worse? Do you need therapy again cause I think we really need to get you to a therapist again."

"No therapy please. I hate that shit. Let's go get fucking doped up after school. That helps, a lot."

She heaved a worried sigh before turning off the car engines. We both grabbed our backpack and walked into the school's hallway. We were nearly late for seminars all because of me.

We waved and hollered a few friends before walking to the hall that held the neuroscience students. Pulling the door open, we both walked in and took our sits at the back.

"Hey beautiful," a guy with ultra short hair dyed grey turned towards me with a smile.

"Kai," I smiled back.

"What's up with you? I really waited for your call. Thought you were at the Devil's lair but they said they hadn't seen you in a week. I've got tina and that shit is amazing," he chuckled as he watched my expression morphed into alarm.

"You brought that thing to school?! What if you get caught?!"

He chuckled again, "relax, I wouldn't bring that to school. I was only letting you know. Just call me when you need me baby." He ended and turned towards a bunch of kids sitting opposite him.

"What's up with Kai?" Lee asked.

"He said he's got tina."

She squealed happily, "I'd never felt any happier. Let's get some after school,"

We were so engrossed in our discussion we hadn't even noticed the door to the classroom open until a voice spoke,

"Good morning class,"

I froze,

The whole class went still with perked attention as they stared at the owner of the voice when they mumbled out their good mornings. I didn't need to turn back, I'd already figured out who that voice belonged to.

"Shit!" I exclaimed as my face paled.

"Lexi?"

I turned towards the podium where he stood and he was so focused with arranging the books and organizing a few things. His brows were furrowed and he was deep in concentration. He had a blue turtled-neck shirt on, black pants and a black coat. His hair was tousled and he had his glasses on.

"I'm going to be taking you NSCI 246. I hope you guys are excited cause I'm not," he said calmly, still not raising up his head. "I'm Dr Elijah Carson and you can call me Dr Carson. Anyways, let's start with the names shall we?" He began calling names of people present and I knew I was fucked. I'd lied to him about my name-why, I had no idea. But it was just an alias I went with when I was hooking up with a new guy. Lee was still too busy trying to figure out the cause of my dilemma.

"Leona Atkins?" He called out.

"Here," she raised up her hand.

Fuck!

I was next, this shit was terrible. How and why the fuck was he a teacher at Renville University?! Shit! I was beginning to panick. How do I tell Lee I had fucked the new professor of neuroscience and had been fantasizing about him for a whole week! My-

"Alexis Peterson?"

He called out but I was too stunned to reply. He didn't raise his head up but his frown deepened again.

"Alexis Peterson?" He called out again.

"He-here," I replied shakily.

Either he recognized my voice or my shaky voice was questioning, he lifted his head and searched through the class.

"Alexis Peterson." He called out again.

"Here," I replied, trying to calm my racing heartbeat.

His eyes zeroed in on me and widened in surprise. Even though I wasn't wearing heavy makeup, he still recognized me. He scoffed but in the next second, every traces of surprise disappeared and he proceeded with his teaching.

"I love interactive discussion when i teach. The biology of mental disorder is broad and only when you're interested can you understand. But first, before we proceed, think deeper about why you wanna study neuroscience-" he paused and stared at the class who'd been looking at him in awe and wonder, and I on the other hand was a quivering mess.

I swear,

Just hearing him talk had me dripping. I had to press my thighs together to manage the situation a bit. For fuck's sake, I was in class. Even though he looked extremely fuckable, I had to resist. He was my fucking professor. And did he had a kink for saying 'I love interactive' anything?

His lips curled up in annoyance and he mumbled out some few incoherent words before straightening himself. His eyes averted back to their stony gaze.

"Let's start with the basics. We all know all mental processes are brain processes and therefore, all disorders of mental functioning are biological diseases. Which means, every single mental disorder occurs in the brain. Logically, the brain is like the powerhouse of everything. It's like the engine of a car and the heart is just the fuel. Quote me wrong, but all the shit happens in the brain and the heart is just a supporting system," he paused again. This time, even I had to concentrate. He was saying the words so smoothly you couldn't help but want to know what more comes out of his lips,

And fuck, those lips I would gladly want to devour-stay focused birdbrain. My life depended on this course.

"I'd be categorizing my teachings into six parts; Mood disorders, Anxiety Disorders, Trauma related disorders, Impulse control Disorders, Psychotic Disorders, Personality Disorders. For now, I would get you familiar with the basics before diving into the core subjects,"

He continued for nearly an hour and it took almost everything in me to not get distracted. I'd enjoyed his teachings and how he'd broken it down into molecules and atoms, and also how he'd used layman's terms to explain better. It was fun, even though I still couldn't help but fantasize about him having me right there were he stood.

"Class dismissed," he said and they all reluctantly packed up, not wanting the class to end. As some had made it out of the class he turned back. "Except Alexis Peterson of course,"

Lee looked at me, confused and-well, I could already forsee this coming. After a few reluctance, she walked out.

He didn't say anything, only continued to pack his things into his bag. I waited impatiently and agitated.

"Say something Elijah,"

"It's Dr Carson to you. Follow me, now." He ordered calmly.

I wondered how he was always that calm and emotionless. I didn't know him-yes, but I could recognize someone who lacked emotions purely by first impressions.

I followed behind when he turned out of the hall and got a lot of stares from the other kids at the halway, I shrugged and tried to keep up with his fast pace. After a few minutes walk of awkward silence, he came to an office at the end of an hallway. He dipped his hand into the pocket of his coat, brought out a key and unlocked the door.

I stepped in behind him once he did. When he'd settled his bag on the desk filled with books, he leaned against it and folded his arms.

He scoffed, "so, you're a student huh?"

I nodded.

"I should have known,"

"Known what?"

"That you were still a minor. How the fuck hadn't I noticed?"

I scowled but tried to keep my shit together. Was it my fault his nerd brain couldn't decipher the fact that I was a student? Besides, I was no minor, thank you very much.

"Look, Elijah, you didn't ask. And i-"

"-you don't get to call me Elijah. Not when you're a student and I'm your teacher. I should have known you were a child, I'd committed child abuse for fuck's sake!" He gritted his teeth, his gaze narrowing into scorn.

Okay, that was it!

"If you fucking call me a child one more time, I swear-"

"You'd suck my dick? That's the only thing we hadn't done from what I recall."

"What?!" I asked angered. As much as I'd like the idea he'd just proposed, he was starting to piss me off.

"Don't pretend now. Your flushed face and darkened eyes gave you away the moment I'd spotted you. I see how bad you still want me to fuck you even after a week." He paused grimacing, "wouldn't you just love the idea of us fucking like animals right here on this desk, Lizzie? Or should I say, Alexis?"

"Fuck you!" I snapped back. He was cute and all that, but I still wouldn't hesitate to ruin his pretty face with my fist.

He leaned forward and grabbed my arms roughly, "where are your manners now? Want me to teach you?"

His other hand suddenly wrapped around my neck, almost cutting off my air supply. And if that wasn't a fucking huge turn on for me.

"Just because I'd bedded you, I won't treat you any less than a student. You're not allowed to call me Elijah, I'm Dr Carson to you. Are we clear?" He seethed.

I nodded when his grip tightened on my neck. He let go and walked behind his desk, sitting on the chair.

"Now, get out."