Bryan's POV I alighted from the car and headed to my lecture hall. This past week has been really tough for me personally. As usual, a lot of girls were ogling at me as I walked past them to my lecture hall. I began hearing a distant voice, calling out to me. “Bryan!” I looked behind and saw Ivy, my ex girlfriend, running towards my direction. I groaned and didn't wait for her, I began walking at a fast pace but she still met up with me. “Bryan,” she whined as she held my wrists and I gladly yanked my hand away from hers. “Can you just stop?!” I snapped at her, clearly displeased at her nagging. “No! How can I stop? Who breaks up with his girlfriend without a genuine reason? I love you and I am sorry if I have done something I was not aware of…. Baby, I'm sorry,” she tried getting close to me but I pushed her away slightly. “Ivy, please stop this. This relationship isn't working anymore, for the sake of both of us. It is better to end it now before it hurts further,” I explained

Bryan's POV A Few Weeks Later. I was in class but my mind was far away. It was love at first sight for me, I just realized that I love Mrs. Albert. It came as a shock to me and now, it was making me feel distracted. Looking at her teaching me in class for the last few weeks had been very hard for me to do. Looking at her, standing on the podium and yet, I can't go to her and express my feelings. I rubbed my forehead, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. I have been trying to have a conversation with her but she is always making excuses, more like she was avoiding me. Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned to see Ivy. I was about to look away from her when I saw her pointing at the board. Nope, she was pointing at Mrs. Albert. “I asked you a question, Mr. Lopez,” she said, standing behind the pulpit. I scratched the back of my head, looking at Ivy if she could give me a clue of what the question was. She only kept gazing at me with a worried expression and I s

Bryan's POV. The fact that she said I was too young to live alone baffles me, that seems like I was rejected without even confessing, but I don't care. I knew if I tried my luck she might forget our age difference, and see me as a man. 'I won't back down without a fight, it's worth trying' I thought, smiling. “I am honored,” I said with a smile. “It's fine,” She said, and we concluded. I stood up to leave her office, but I halted my steps when I got to the door and turned around, my gaze met hers and she smiled lightly. “Can I get a hug please?” I requested politely, trying my luck. I thought she would say no, but I was surprised when she stood up from her seat and embraced me. I felt like my heart skipped for a while, and my heart raced abnormally, her hair shampoo misty smell hit my nose, which made me feel more attracted to that soul, her slender fingers brushed through my back, and I sniffed the sweet smell coming from her body which was more like jasmine, not to talk of how

Bryan's POV.She sat on her office chair with her eyes closed, and she rested her head backwards, her hair fell behind her back revealing her neckline, her eyebrows were so full, and her eyelashes we resting on her lid, it was so flawless to her nose bridge, and her heart shape lips was consumed by the cherry lip gloss she was wearing.“Stress,” she muttered, making her lips spread open a little, and I swallowed hard seeing such a beautiful sight, ‘how will it feel to have this beautiful face wake up beside me every day' I thought.I really want to hold her and give her a comforting kiss and a hug to relieve her stress.I started imagining myself doing things with her in my head, and I really wanted to make it happen. I walked close to her chair and looked at her closely. She was such an angel.But I jerked up from my daydreaming when she suddenly opened her eyes, and I was so close to her chair, that she jolted from her chair and cast a questioning look, but I gestured with my hands

Chapter 9 Giselle's POV. “Hmmm .... so you will come back after lunch tomorrow?” I asked after I jolted out of my thoughts. “Yeah, I'm sorry that I'm disturbing you,” he said, and I shook my head, “no don't say that, you are my student anyway, your welfare matters a lot to me,” I said, and he nodded. Then he gazes at me weirdly, but I ignored it and smiled at him trying to set the lecturer and student boundaries. “Okay then,” I said dismissively, but he was taking the hint he was still sitting down. “Mr Lopez, I have some other things to do,” I said, making it clear that I wanted him to leave. “Okay ma'am,” he said, and stood up from the chair, “I will go now, Mrs Albert,” he said, and I nodded. Then he left my office. I felt relieved after he left. I felt suffocated being in the same space with him, not in a negative way, but he just won't stop staring at me, and it was uncomfortable. And when I was still happy about the freedom I have, I heard a knock on my door, “c