I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Ella’s POV “You aren't late at all,” Brody said a little too quickly, makingfurrow my brows at him. He pulled a seat out beside him and motioned for her to sit down.

She stood in her place at the doorway though, staring atalmost sheepishly.

“Con in, Sarah,” | said, motioning for her to enter the room and sit beside Brody.

“What the hell is going on?” Rachel asked, staring at Sarah with the most disgusted look on her face. “Why is she here?” She said the word “she” like it was a bad taste on her tongue, which surprised me. | knew Rachel didn't like Sarah, not a lot of people did, but I didn’t expect her to be so rude.

“She is here because she is joining the committee,” | answered simply, taking a signup sheet and a key, and handing them both to Sarah as she took her seat next to Brody.

“I thought she wasn’t allowed to,” Kay said, glancing atand then back at her curiously.

“Headmaster Prescott made an exception,” | explained. “It'll be good for Sarah to learn how to work with a team and it’s her way of giving back to the school. She'd like to right her wrongs and there’s no better way than to join our committee.” “But she can’t participate in any school activities. But she can help us plan them and be part of the committee,” Becca helpedexplain.

“You both discussed this without me?” Rachel scoffed; | looked at her feeling all sorts of shock and disbelief.

“You haven't been around to talk,” | reminded her, my force becoming much flatter than | meant it. “I'm sorry that we blindsided you with this, but you haven't been here.” “I don’t want that bitch here,” Rachel hissed.

| looked at Becca who was staring directly at Rachel with her body tense.

“It’s not up to you,” Becca surprisedby saying. “Ella is the president, and it was approved by the headmaster.” “We should have taken a vote,” Rachel said, folding her arms across her chest.

“Okay then let's vote now,” | said, also keeping my eyes locked on her. “Raise your hand if you care if Sarah stays.” Brody was the first to raise his hand, | raised my hands and | was surprised that Becca raised hers as well. She looked atand smiled at me.

“I'm with you, Miss President,” she answered my unspoken question, makingsmile.

Luis also raised his hand, glancing at Becca with a little smile on his lips.

Hmmmm. | thought to myself. | made a mental note to ask Becca about her relationship with Luis later.

| was surprised to see that both Skylar and Matt rose their hands as well and when | looked at Skylar with my brows raised, she shrugged and muttered, “I don’t really give a shit.” “I don’t care either,” Matt said, givinga boyish grin.

Kayla was hesitant though and | couldn't blher for that. She had her powers stripped of her, not that it had anything to do with Sarah, but everybody has been associating Sarah with the strange events from the last few days. So, | didn’t blKay for being a little nervous about her.

“Can we trust her?” She asked, looking directly at me.

“If we don’t give her a chance, then who will?” | asked in return, glancing at Brody who gavea small smile.

He mouthed, “Thank you,” before | turned back to look at Kay who sighed and nodded, raising her hand slowly.

“I say she stays,” she said, sounding defeated, but givinga nod.

| looked at Rachel and shrugged.

“There, we voted,” | said simply.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Rachel hissed. “I'm not staying here with that bitch,” she growled, quickly standing to her feet.

The force of her movements was enough to knock her chair to the ground, making it clatter loudly against the hard floor and making every jump, startled.

“It's either her or me,” she hissed, staring at me.

| saw her eyes darkening and | knew she was being fueled by fury; I just wasn’t sure where it was coming from all of a sudden. Rachel wasn’t an angry person, and it was alarming that she was acting this way.

“That's not fair,” | said, staring at her in disbelief. “We just voted; Sarah stays, Rachel.” “Then | guess you made your choice,” she muttered. “I'm out of here.” She grabbed her things and stormed toward the door, makingstand up quickly.

“Rachel!” | called after her; but she didn’t stop to turn around, she slammed the door shut behind her, leaving us all in silence.

“That was weird,” Becca breathed; she was the first to speak after the long silence.

I looked at her and saw the worry in her eyes; we exchanged identical and knowing looks. She now knew that | was right. | sighed and sat back down, facing everyone else.

“Where were we?” | asked, trying to appear normal.

“The fall formal,” Matt surprisedby saying. “You wanted to plan a formal and asked for volunteers.” “Oh, right,” I said, running my fingers through my hair. “Anyone want to help set up for a fall formal? We'll need a venue, catering, a thwith decorations, etc.” “I'm really good at planning stuff like that,” Sarah said with a shrug. “I can get a venue with a ballroom and get the catering. | might need shelp though with the decorating part.” | was surprised that she was quick to volunteer.

“Putto work,” Brody said, giving her a bright smile and making her cheeks grow pink.

“I can help too,” Skylar shrugged. “I'm a great decorator.” too,” Kay said, giving Skylar a nervous smile. “I'll help too.” “Okay great,” | said, happily. “That makeshappy. Thanks for the volunteering. Remember, feel free to use this room to collaborate whenever you want. You each have keys, just members to lock up when you're done.” They all nodded in agreement.

“What about your other idea?” Becca asked eagerly.

I had a bunch of ideas, but | knew the one that Becca was most excited about was the tutoring center.

| flipped to the next page of my notebook.

“Becca and | discussed the possibility of opening a tutoring center here on campus,” | announced. “It’s surprising tothat we don’t actually have a center for that. Students should have a safe environment to help other students. We could recruit the best students to be our tutors.” “That's an awesidea,” Kay said. “I have sclassmates who are great at specific subjects. They'd make great tutors.” “And | know football players who are struggling to stay on the team because their grades aren't great,” Matt said, looking around the table. “They could use a tutor.” “I second that,” Brody agreed.

“Of course, we are going to need permission for this because it might be something they have to either build or make room for,” | explained.

“Leave that to me,” Sarah said, leaning back in her seat. “My dad owns this school and I'm his only daughter. | can get him to approve it if he thinks it'll benefit the school.” “Thank you, Sarah,” | said, and | honestly meant that. She was really proving herself today.

She didn’t return my smile, but she nodded and wrote something down in her personal notebook.

“Do you think I could be a tutor?” Luis asked, his eyes wide with excitement. “I’m getting all as in history and | love the subject.” “It’s true; he helpsand others all the time,” Becca vouched for him.

“Of course,” | said to him. “Thank you, Luis.” He looked very pleased.

“I was thinking we should also do more fundraisers,” | said to them. “I know we have plenty of money for a couple of different projects, but the money will run out eventually. | think we should hold a fundraiser every month. It can be different things. Food, drinks, knick-knacks.” “I make pretty cool bracelets that | could sell,” Kay announced, holding up her arm of beautiful and colorful bracelets.

“My father wants to open a coffee shop on campus. It should be ready in a few months and apparently, I'm supposed to be in charge of it. Goddess knows my father doesn’t need any more profit so | could see if sof the profits could go towards the committee fund,” Sarah offered.

“That would be great. Maybe sof us could work at the coffee shop as well to help out?” | asked.

“That works with me,” she shrugged. “We'll need the staff, and it doesn’t take a genius to poor coffee.” “I have football practice almost every day, but | can take a shift or two,” Matt offered.

too,” Becca said, nodding at Sarah.

“Your contributions are amazing,” | said proudly. “Also, if anyone knows anyone else who'd like to join the committee, have them see or text me. We are now down a member.” “I'll keep an eye out,” Becca said softly.

Skylar soon stood, glancing at the clock.

“I have to get to class. I'll see you all later.” “I'll text you about when to meet for when we plan the fall formal,” Sarah said; she nodded as she packed up her stuff.

“That hour went by fast,” | pointed out. “I guess that’s the end of the meeting. Great job guys. Get srest. We will meet again soon.” On that note, everyone began to pack their things and leave the room; Becca stayed behind though.

“You were right; something is wrong with her. We need to find out what it is,” she whispered.

| nodded in agreement.

“Ill meet you in our room later; | need to see Colton first,” | said, grabbing my backpack off my new desk, which | was never going to get used to.

“Don’t get caught,” she winked.

I chuckled and left the room.

| quickly made my way out of the academic center and into the cool night air. | was walking toward the faculty neighborhood where | told Colton I'd meet him, but | paused when | saw bright and very loud sirens entering the school.

| froze when police cars and an ambulance rushed past me, nearly runningover. Thankfully, a firm grasp on my wrist and a tough yank pulledout of the way and into a dark corner against the academic center building.

| wasn’t nervous or frightened of the strong arms that heldbecause without seeing him, | knew it was my mate.

| looked up at Colton’s concerned face as he stared at the bright red lights that lit up the night.

“What's going on?” | asked, staring up at him, breathless and dizzy from his incredible scent, but also my heart was pounding from the loud sirens.

| got a glimpse of the symbol on the ambulance and saw that they were coming from a nearby pack hospital, which meant they were wolf authorities. Possibly the Crescent Moon pack, which was Alpha Jonathan's pack.

It would make sense that they’d use his hospital and authorities, but for what | wasn’t sure.

“They found something in the academic center,” Colton whispered to me. “I should have reported it when | smelled it, but the scent went away so | thought | imagined it. But apparently not because they found something in the basement.” | noticed Colton was trembling and | had never seen him like this before.

| looked up at him with a worried frown.

“What did they find?” | asked, almost too nervous to find out the answer.

He met my eyes and | saw the remorse in them.

“A corpse...” he said in a broken whisper. “They found somebody dead in the basement.”