Professor Zane's Class

Alex's POV:

"Oh, it is nothing sir! We are sorry." Claire pipes up. The class is so quiet, I can feel all the piercing stares directed at me but I am only concerned about one particular pair of intense dark eyes trained on me the most.

Claire had been whispering to me nonstop about some shit I am vaguely interested in since Zane Orion joined the class, five minutes late. Judging by the way she is currently beaming, enjoying the attention from Zane and the whole class, I now understand that she might have been doing it on purpose.

"Okay." Professor Zane says after a few more tough seconds of silence pass. I can't look up to meet his eyes.

It is Monday morning. I still hear the tortured sincerity of his apology from when he called me out of the blue last Friday in my head every time he speaks in this class.

I feel like a broken record player already. I should still be mad at him for what his ex wife did to me and how he handled the aftermath of that situation, but I knew it would be ha