I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Ella’s POV “Colton, can you take her back to her dorm room?” Headmaster Prescott asked as we watched the police car take Scott away.

| hadn't realized | was standing frozen until Colton took a gentle hold of my arm and pulledalong with him.

My legs, at first, didn’t want to move. But then after the second gentle tug, they finally cooperated and went with him toward the dorms.

“Colton...” | whispered hoarsely, grabbing his arm with my other hand. | couldn't even look at him; | was a complete zombie with my eyes filled with tears.

“I know...” he whispered in return. “We will figure this out.” | almost paused, but instead, | managed to look up at him. He looked concerned, but there was also a stern determination on his face.

“You believe me.” It wasn’t a question, though he nodded once without hesitation.

“Of course, | do,” he answered. “I will always believe you.” “You don’t think he killed Merida?” “I don’t think he has it in him,” Colton told me. “I think | will always trust your gut intuition as well and if you're sure he didn’t kill him, then | don’t think he did.” | felt like breathing out a breath of fresh air. My mate believed me. | wanted to throw myself into his arms and hug him tightly, but we were still out in the open and we couldn't do that right here.

“Where are we going?” | asked, noticing that we were heading in the direction of the dorms.

“I'm taking you back to the dorm for tonight,” he said and though his voice sounded strained, his shoulders were squared. “I think you should rest in your bed and see your roommates. Also, | was thinking you'd want to ask around and do a little digging yourself in the dorms.” | found myself beaming at him.

“I' would,” I told him. “Thank you.” He looked down atand smiled at me.

When we got into the dormitory, Eileen Carter stood in the living quarters with Alexander, and they were talking intensely while glancing out the window at the bright sirens. Both their eyes widened when they sawwalking into the room.

“Ella?” Eileen gasped. “I thought you were upstairs. What are you doing?” “She crunning toward the police cars when she saw who was being arrested,” Colton explained, shaking his head as if he was so disappointed in me. But | knew the truth.

“How did you get past us? We've been in here all night,” Eileen said, narrowing her eyes atand folding her arms across her chest.

“The window,” I lied. “I snuck out the window.” She pressed her lips firmly together and shook her head at me.

“We will discuss this tomorrow, Ella. Get back to your dorm right now.” “Yes, mam,” | said, glancing at Colton one last time.

He had to stifle a small smile; | could tell. | turned away and rushed toward the stairway.

“Thank you for bringing her back, Professor. I'm sorry for the trouble.” “We really should look into window security,” | heard Colton saying.

| went upstairs and toward my dorm room. My heart was heavy as | thought about Scott; | hated that he was getting in trouble again.

| knew exactly who was to blfor this; again.

Before | could stop myself, | knocked on Sarah's door. Within a few minutes, the door was opening, and Kay stood beforewith wide and worried eyes.

“Ella—" “Where is she?” | said, stepping into the room and pushing Kay aside.

I hadn’t meant to push her, but she stumbled slightly and moved out of my way quickly as | rushed into the dorm room. Sarah was curled up on the couch and it seemed she was watching a movie when | entered. She looked up atwith furrowed brows and her lips were pressed together in a line.

“Um... rude,” she muttered. “How dare you barge in here when we were watching a movie.” “Cut the act, Sarah,” | said through my teeth. “I know you did something to him, and you need to reverse it.” “Did something to who?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Ella, Sarah has been here all night—" “I don’t believe that for a second,” | said, and | could feel my emotions getting the best of me. But | didn’t care; | needed answers. | needed to clear Scott's name.

“Who are you even talking about?” Sarah asked, standing to her feet and folding her arms across her busty chest. “I haven't spoken to anyone since yesterday.” “You did something to Scott,” | said, shaking my head at her. “You did something to him and now he’s going to prison over something you did!!” Sarah's eyes grew large.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Sarah asked. She genuinely seemed confused, which was throwingoff a bit but | knew what Sarah was capable of. | wasn’t going to let her get into my head like she does everyone else. “Scott’s going to prison?” “Ella, what happened?” Kay asked, stepping toward me. “We heard sirens, but we didn’t know it had anything to do with Scott.” “Did she get into your head too?” | asked, turning to Kay. “She has a habit of doing that.” “One thing about fairies is we can’t be manipulated like normal beings,” she said, a concerned frown decorating her lips. “Can you at least explain why Scott is going to prison?” “I'd like to know the answer to that question too,” Sarah said, her brows knitting together. “What the hell happened?” “Like you don’t already know,” | said through my teeth, glaring at her before turning back to Kay. My expression softened and tears spilled from my eyes. “He confessed to murdering Merida,” | said in a low and defeated tone.

They both gasped loudly.

“What?!” Kay asked, her eyes wide with alarm.

“He confessed to murdering someone?” Sarah asked, equally shocked. My gut was tellingsomething was seriously off with my accusation. “Scott wouldn’t murder anybody.” “That's why you manipulated his mind into thinking he did,” | said to her pointedly.

The color of her face drained and she looked taken aback.

“That's not a fair accusation,” Kay said, shaking her head at me. “I was with her all night. We've both been freaked out about this whole murder thing and kept our minds off the events by binge-watching corny movies.

We haven't left our dorm since yesterday.” My heart fell into my stomach as | looked at Sarah; tears were in her eyes, and she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking out the window; the bright blue lights of the sirens were no longer shining through their window, and | could no longer hear the faint sounds of the sirens either.

Scott and the officers were gone.

“You didn’t manipulate his mind into thinking he killed her?” | asked, staring at her with dismay.

She remained still for a moment and then she looked atthrough her unshed tears and shook her blonde head.

“No...” she murmured. “I didn’t. | wouldn't actually kill anyone, and | certainly wouldn't make anyone take the fall forlike that...” Her words fell short, and her breathing grew thick. She was about to have a panic attack.

Kay could sense that as well because she rushed toward Sarah and wrapped her arm around her, helping her to her couch.

That's when | realized just how wrong | truly was. | took a step back, unable to cope with what | had done and what I had accused her of.

“You didn’t do this...” It wasn’t a question.

Sarah met my eyes and | saw the pure worry in them as she shook her head slowly.

“No,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “I did not do this.” “If you didn’t do this then who did?” | finally asked the question that’s been sitting between us. A question that none of us had the answers to.

“I don’t know,” she finally said, shaking her head. “I don’t fucking know.” | didn’t stay much longer; | left and went back to my dorm to find Becca curled up on the couch. She looked as if she had been crying but she forced a bright smile when she sawenter.

“I didn’t think you'd be back tonight,” she said, wiping at her tear-stained face.

“Scott confessed to murdering Merida,” | blurted, sitting down beside her; my entire body still felt so numb. | couldn't believe what had happened. | was completely and utterly numb.

“What?!” She gasped. “He killed her?” “No, Becca,” | said, shaking my head. “He didn’t kill her. He just said that he did.” “Why would he say that if he didn’t kill her?” “Something was wrong with him,” | said, remembering the dark look he had in his eyes. “It was like he wasn’t fully there.” “I don’t understand...” “He was under skind of mind manipulation,” | blurted. “This time, it wasn’t Sarah.” “Are you saying someone else at this school has the ability to control minds?” I didn’t want to face that fact, but that was exactly what | was saying.

“Yes,” | finally said after a pause. “And whoever has that ability is who killed Merida and forced Scott to take the fall.”