I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Ella’s POV “Oh, my goddess; did you hear what happened last night?” Kay asked as she ran up to Becca andin the dining hall.

| had a tray of food she almost knocked over in the process of grabbing my arm excitedly.

“What's up?” | asked, trying not to sound too annoyed with her. Looking at her excited face though, the annoyance melted away.

“Everybody got their powers back!” She nearly screamed and on cue, others started clapping excitedly around her.

“Everybody?” | asked, raising my brows, and looking around.

“All the witches, and those with abilities,” she answers. “Yes!” “That's incredible!” Becca said, mimicking my thoughts. “Thank goodness for that.” “Yeah,” | agreed, relieved that everything was restored to normal.

“Yup,” she said, her eyes twinkling with happiness. “And | know how it happened.” | raised my brows at her as we made our way through the dining hall and toward an empty table, the only other table available.

“Do tell,” | said, sitting down beside Becca.

Kay sat in front ofand leaned in close, lowering her voice so only we could hear her.

“It’s the guardian of the earth,” Kay said, completely and utterly surprising me. Of course, | knew that the guardian was involved, but how did Kay? “The guardian of the earth?” Becca asked, looking atand then back at Kay. “Who is that?” “She’s our earth mother,” Kay explained simply. “She’s the protector of the earth; like the ground we stand on.

As a forest fairy, we worship her like a goddess. We work closely with the guardian and her orb children. | can sense her magic a mile away and this is definitely her magic.” “If she protects the earth, then why would she restore your magic?” Becca asked, taking a bite of her spaghetti.

“I'm assuming whatever took our magic was also hurting the earth,” Kay said, shrugging. “Her earth.” My stomach clenched; | knew exactly what was hurting the earth. It was darkness and | also knew the guardian wasn't going to be able to keep darkness away for long. Even Aura said that darkness would grow and soon her barriers wouldn't be strong enough to keep it out.

“I wonder what was hurting the earth,” Becca breathed, and | could hear the worry in her tone.

“Whatever it is, the guardian is protecting us from it,” Kay said, a smile planted on her lips. “Thank goddess for her. | don’t know what we’d do without her. But I'm so happy that our magic is back!” “That's really incredible,” | said, trying to give her a non-bothered smile.

I looked down at my own plate of spaghetti, suddenly not hungry. | was too worried about this darkness that’s been conjured. But | didn’t want to tell them this because it would only worry them and cause the school to go into a frenzy.

“Are you okay, Ella?” Becca asked, furrowing her brows at me.

| blinked a couple of times and looked at her.

“Yeah, of course,” I'm just thinking about the committee.

“Oh, right. We have a meeting tonight, right?” Kay asked, excitedly.

“Actually, we need smore members before we start any meetings. | was going to go around campus after lunch and post sfliers,” | told them.

| grabbed my backpack from under the table and rummaged through it until | cacross a manila folder; within the folder held the stack of fliers. | handed one to Becca and another to Kay so they could read them.

“Anyone wanting to beca committee member can seek our Ella, the president of the club, after dinner hours in the student lounge,” Becca read.

“She will be there until curfew; cjoin a fun committee with awespeople and help make this school incredible,” Kay finished.

“I like it,” Becca said with an approved smile. “I can help put fliers up once we are done eating.” “I'll help too,” Kay said, grabbing a stack of fliers. “I'll go right now!” “Thanks,” | said. “I'm going to go too. I'm suddenly not very hungry.” “Ill eat your food,” Becca said, grabbing my plate. | laughed and nodded, waving goodbye to her as | left to place fliers around the school.

| started with the wooden lamp poles outside, and then | put sof the doors to the buildings. When I got to the school bulletin board in the center of campus, | heard a familiar voice from behind me.

“Hey, Ella,” Brody said as he approached.

“Hey,” | said. “Want to help?” I handed him sfliers; he was part of the committee after all. He should help us post the fliers around campus.

As he helpedpost them, he nudged my shoulder with his.

“Thanks for not saying anything about last night. Sarah said she got back to her room and hasn’t gotten in trouble for being out last night,” Brody said casually.

“As long as she doesn’t say anything aboutbeing out past curfew, or anything about Colton being my mate, then I'll keep her secret as well,” | said, shrugging. “I'm glad she’s not in trouble though.” “Yeah,too,” he said, his grin widening as he got lost in thought.

“So, you decided to not reject her?” | asked, raising my brows at him.

He shrugged only one shoulder and his smile faltered only a moment.

“We are starting by talking,” he admitted. “Nothing is officially determined yet, but there's definitely promise. | actually enjoyed talking to her last night.” “Just be careful, Brody,” | warned him gently. “I don’t want you getting hurt.” “I know you don’t trust her. But | don’t think Sarah is as bad as she makes herself seem,” Brody said, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he spoke about his mate. “I mean she is kind of a bitch, but it’s for good reasons....” He paused when he saw my face. “Sometimes,” he added sheepishly.

“You are right, | don’t trust her. But | do trust you, Brody,” | said, shrugging as | put another flier up on the campus bulletin board.

“I was thinking that maybe we could talk to Headmaster Prescott about her possibly being a member of the student committee,” Brody said in a breath, makingfreeze.

“She was banned from school activities,” I reminded him.

“I know... but | thought if maybe you—" “You wantto ask if she can join the committee?” | asked, raising my brows. “The very committee she tried to steal from under me?” “I know it was unfair to you... but | think it could really help her and—" “Brody, | don’t think that’s a good idea,” | told him honestly. “Besides the other members would hate that idea.

Not to mention the school. She traumatized a lot of people.” “And she feels bad about it,” he said; | could see that he was pleading withusing his eyes.

“She feels bad?” | asked; | wanted to laugh. “She didn’t even apologize.” “If I get her to apologize to the entire school, will you consider it?” He asked.

“Why does this mean so much to you?” | asked, meeting his pleading eyes.

“Because she’s my mate and | think it could benefit her. | think she needs this. She just wants to feel like she belongs,” he answered.

| was finding this very hard to believe, but | already told Brody that | trusted him. | wasn’t going to go back on that now, so | just sighed.

“If she gives a heartfelt apology to the entire school, then yes I'll consider it,” | told him, keeping my eyes locked on his. “But there's no guarantees.” “Thank you so much, Ella,” he said, givinga quick side hug before handingthe rest of the fliers that he didn’t put up and then ran off in the direction of the dorms. Probably to tell Sarah the news.

| only sighed and shook my head as | stared after him.

| knew for certain | was going to regret this.

“How long have we been sitting here?” Becca asked, slouching in her seat, and staring up at the clock that ticked on the wall.

Brody, Becca, and | sat in the student lounge with a bunch of signup sheets for the student committee. On the fliers we posted this morning it read that we were going to be in the student lounge after dinner and if anyone wanted to join the committee to csee us.

But nobody even approached our table.

“An hour,” Brody said, yawning.

“Has anyone seen Rachel?” | asked.

I had hardly seen her at all today; she toldshe would be here to help us, but she hadn't shown up.

“Not since this morning's class,” Brody said, shrugging.

“I saw her in the dining hall around lunchtime,” Becca said, frowning. “But we didn’t really talk. She looked busy with a couple of girls | hadn't seen before.” Rachel didn’t make new friends easily; | found that strange, but nothing to worry too much about. At least | hoped not.

My attention was instantly drawn to the front door of the lounge and my breathing instantly got caught in my throat.

A slender woman with long black hair and bright green eyes walked into the lounge, turning everybody's attention to her. She was stunningly beautiful, and | felt Becca tensing from besideas her emerald, green eyes scanned the room until they landed on me.

“She’s a vampire...” Becca breathed.

I nodded, unable to find my words.

It was often that we encountered vampires around campus because there weren't that many of them. They also went to school at night so we didn’t often see them; but sometimes when the sun went down, we would encounter one or two.

For centuries, vampires and other species did not get along. Vampires and werewolves in particular are known enemies. But in today’s world, there's been a long truce between our kind. Not that it automatically made us allies or anything, but we are no longer enemies. All species are allowed at this school and typically vampires would keep to themselves.

She walked toward our table, and | got an icy chill from her vibe alone, makingshudder as she approached our table in the back of the room.

“Are you Ella?” She asked, raising one perfectly trimmed brow.

| managed to nod.

She glanced at Becca and then Brody before fixing her eyes back on me.

“Is this the whole committee?” She asked.

“Um... no,” | said, finally finding my voice. “It’s only a couple of us. There are others.” Vampires are known to be incredibly good-looking as well; so her looks alone were intimidating. She folded her arms across her busty chest and tilted her head to the side as she tookin; | suddenly felt self-conscious, wanting to avert my eyes, but unable to do so.

I had seen her around campus before, but | never actually approached her or spoken to her. Vampires around campus were known to hate anything that had to do with other students and school events, so we never bothered them.

| certainly never saw one in the student lounge before. A tight knot had formed in the pit of my stomach, makingfeel ill.

“C...can | do something for you?” | asked, chewing on the inside of my cheek. | hated how weak and soft my voice sounded.

| knew she could sense my unease.

“Yes,” she answered after a long pause. “I'm here because | want to join your stupid little committee.”