"I am sorry, Professor. It's just," before I could say more the car came to a harsh screech. It halted right at the start of my block. His eyes fixated on the road, as if he was still lost in thought.
"I- Thank you," I unbuckled my seat belt. I got the memo. My words were not welcomed. Whatever kindness Professor Hank had, we had reached the epitome of it, when he had accepted to ride me back home. I tried to be the bigger person. I didn't tell him my address, but got off at the next bus station, which will still let me take the bus to Stelt's Street. I had rented a studio there with the money I got from my double shift at the mall.
All the while Professor Hank didn't say anything, I got off the car and walked to the bus station. I waited for him to steer the wheel, and ride away. Maybe he had some business on the street. A few minutes passed. Professor Hank hadn't moved an inch from where his car had stopped. Then, he let go off the wheel. His shoulders relaxed against the backseat. By this time it became all too suspicious. The bus would be arriving any minute now, I thought.
My heart was beating fast, when I slowly approached the door of his Volkswagen. "Professor? Is everything alright?" He didn't respond to it.
What if... No. No one dies from driving a car that safely. I walked to the window, that has already rolled down. His dark black eyes had turned the shade of obsidian. They were gleaming, despite the lack of light.
"Professor?" My palm caressed his back, hoping to illicit his response. But nothing came. God. This was unusual. What if he was suffering from something...
"Professor?" I screamed, but he remained unmoved.
"Hey! You! Tell the man to drive away, you are blocking the road. The bus will be here any minute!" I turned around to a see a man, with a round belly. He wore a suit and clutched hard on the handle of his suitcase. It took me a minute to notice he was bald.
"I. Said. Get. Off. The. Street!" He yelled, and I couldn't help but panic.
"Professor Hank, please. Now's not a good time for whatever you are doing," I begged him. But it was all in vain. I was scared that something had happened to him. I reached for his carotid, sliding through his Adam's apple. Please, don't be dead. Please, please! I had no idea how to explain it to anyone if he was.
"This is not a makeout spot for people like you!" The bald man screamed. His ID belt hung loosely around his neck. God, were corporate employees always this aggressive? I didn't want to find out. But then Professor Hank was no different. He was always mean and rude, at acertain times. And now, I was worried he was dead. I pressed hard, trying to feel something. To my amazement the throb came harder than I had anticipated. So, he was alive.
"Professor, wake up-" I shook him by the shoulders, hoping that it would do its job. Sadly, it didn't.
I tried to open the door, and carry him out. But the bald man was quicker. "Enough of you," I felt him too close behind. My stance was compromised and I couldn't help but launch myself deep into the window. My face touched the crease of his pants. And before I realised, I was kissing Professor Hank's dick over the fabric of his pants.
"What the hell are you doing?" Professor Hank moved with a jolt, as his knee hit my forehead.
"Ouch." This was terrible.
"Get off of me!" His voice thundered so loud, the bald man was nowhere to be seen after.
Honk. Oh God.
"Get out of the way," someone screamed. The flashing lights came blinding. And then I felt my whole body freeze.
"God, Jane! You are an idiot," a hand grabbed me by my arm. I was thrust right into the car window, with my front pressed against Professor Hank's face. A low growl escaped him, as the bus closed in. I couldn't find it in me to breathe, as his hands clasped around my torso.
"God, I thought I lost you," I heard him whisper. I might have misheard it. Screams went around. My heart was faster than the footsteps of the people approaching us. In the midst of it, I found something digging in my bosom. His arms held me tight.
I realised his face was still pressed against my front. If I wasn't frozen, I would have done something but the lights. I couldn't see beyond the lights.
"Jane, are you alright?" His voice was soft, as I lifted my head to meet his gaze. And something about them seemed so different than all the other times. Maybe it was the pulse in my ear, the warmth spreading through me. Or maybe his gaze.
"Please don't do any more stupid things today. I won't zone out. Let me drive you home," he insisted. I had no fucking idea what he meant but I shook my head in a yes. Maybe I can do without anymore drama or near death experiences. Also, there was something definitely wrong about Professor Hank. What if he zones out in the middle of the road?
"I- Professor, are you alright?" I asked, and he looked at me puzzled.
"What do you mean?"
"You zoned out. I thought..." I thought you were fucking dead.
"Well, nothing. Are you sure you want to?" I was skeptical. He could drive us to death. "You zoned for long minutes." And I missed my bus back home because I thought you might have died in your car seat.
"Oh," he said, blinking furiously. "It's nothing," he dismissed it just like that. Nothing? I nearly died because I thought you did. The fuck are you talking about?
"Umm... Professor," I said softly.
"What now?" He didn't seem as angry. Our gazes met. Was that concern? I nearly forgot I kissed his crotch.
"You'll have to let me go before I enter," I whispered, and his cheeks turned red. He let go of me, and I slipped into the seat right next to his. The rest of the ride was silent. And I couldn't spare one glance at Professor Hank.
I didn't say thank you. Or sorry. Or anything at all. I could my heart in my throat the whole
while. And then, I felt a tug on my skirt.
What the hell happened?
"Have you been touching me all the while I was meditating?" He looked serious, and I accidentally bit the inside of my cheek.
"No." Yes. God. God help me.
"Enjoy the rest of your evening, Professor," I said walking as fast as I could.