Chapter 8

Andrea

The class I’m currently sat for is such a boring one. The lecturer’s voice is like background noise I’ve muffled with the aid of pillows.

I’m not with pillows in the class but my thoughts are loud enough to cover it. Nicole doesn’t have this class with me so I’m alone.

I think back to our conversation nights ago. It hasn’t been that long. It’s still fresh in my mind. My thoughts are also filled with earlier moments of that night, when the professor had kissed me.

No, Christian. I wonder what he’s up to now. I’ve not had any of classes since the first day I saw him. We have his classes only once a week so I have to wait till next week to see him again.

I cannot go look for him in his office or after school hours. I suppose he wouldn’t do the same because he knows what risks are involved if he does.

The lecturer continues to drone on about women scholars who were philosophers in ancient Greece. The dude next to me taps the girl in front of him.

“Hey, seen this?” He shoves his pho