Mentored By Zane

My phone vibrates in my hand as I get on the bus that does back and forth routes from the dorms to the main campuses. I usually walk but I am too nervous to do that without finding myself out of breath by the time I climb the stairs to his office.

"Good luck!" It is a text from Maggie with dirty suggestive emojis accompanying the message, the silliness relieves me of my nerves a bit.

Over the past week, I have found that I don't regret telling her a bit about my situation with Zane. She teases me endlessly about it at random times but I am able to laugh at the lewd jokes even as I blushed furiously. The guilt has also eased a bit. Maybe I will eventually tell her or not. Time will tell.

The bus stops at the department, I get off and it moves along. I couldn't identify that bus in a lineup even if I had to. I turn towards the deceptively squat building and walk in.

Like in a trance I find myself standing in front of his office, steadying my breathing, failing at that. I can't deny th