Thread: Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

It was a constant fight with confusing, disarrayed thoughts for Niklaus, as he rolled his shoulders, unbuttoning the suit, trying to escape the sleeves, and draping it around the fringe of the seats upholstery. The blonde-male was bemused with Avas reaction. Was it right for someone to react, or weave words of derision against someone who had just complimented her about doing great? Niklaus rightfully frowned, and walked towards Avas desk, undoing the cuff-links on either hands, and pleating the same. Is that any way to speak to about your professor?! Niklaus scoffed in rebuke, shaking his head with censure of her manner. He had closed the distance between himself and his assistant, a finger looped on the underside of her chin to raise her face upward from her seated posture, and face him while he spoke. Have you lost all your manners, Ava? Do you want me to call him back, and let him know about your thoughts? Im sure hell be amused, but more is displeasure, given how highly he spoke of you just then. Although, truth to be told, Niklaus perplexity about the subject increased manifold when he recollected a fact. Mr. Bishop was indeed aware, very aware that he had hired an assistant, and it wasnt something hed forget given he walked by his office every day, and looked inside, acknowledging him and beaming a smile towards the girl. Why would he give an odd excuse about being forgetful? Admittedly, he didnt know much about the professor, and the generation gap certainly didnt help, but he had known of his reputation, and for such a highly spoken of lecturer lying didnt seem right at all. Niklaus finger released Avas chin, sauntering back towards his seat as he heard her explanation, ignoring the fact that she rose up from her seat, seemingly agitated after he raised a concern regarding the work she had done more like, the work she didnt do. She had always been the spontaneous kind, and he conveniently chose to ignore her reaction, something he had gotten rather used to. But, Avas words carried an odd waft of melancholy. Alright, I understand youre working at places, unlike the other students, but if you are really this busy, why accept this job? Do you think if you try to sweeten upto me, Id somehow increase of your grades, regardless of your performance in tests? Niklaus was blunt about his thoughts, for he was someone who never liked to sugar-coat it. The succeeding deluge of pleads, a desperate sounding voice crawling in a begging-like fashion into his ears, sourcing from this girl in front was something he hadnt expected, not from the way she had been around him since the time he had come to know her. Why did she sound so desperate about coming back? Could it be really that she wanted to prove how serious she was with her studies now? Or did it have something in relation to the confusion that had aroused from Mr. Bishops untimely visit, and masked lies? But, if that were the case, how would him and Ava been connected? Niklaus was bewildered with the request, almost benevolently looking at the female, meeting her gaze. Well, it does look like you have a genuine reason for not being able to finish these, spoke the professor, pointing his gaze at the papers and then back at her. You can come back after classes. Ill be here, too. Have a thesis to review. Walking behind the desk, he picked up some of the necessities for the class he was scheduled to attend preparatory notes, photo-copies of the topic, markers, laser-pointers. The mention of her working with Mr. Bishop simply added a pile onto the suspicious nature of his belief. I wasnt aware you were also working with Mr. Bishop? It was more of a question, than a simple verbal communication. In any case, Id like for you to finish grading the papers today. The results of the test were supposed to be declared today, but I suppose it cant be helped, he concluded, his gaze lingered towards the pen that slipped from the females clutches, forcing her to bend forward to pick it up. Reflexively, he tried turning his gaze away from the kind of exposure the looseness of her jumper aided, but he simply couldnt. Partially because he had grown to like the lass, but mostly because of the unmistakable patterns of mauve on his otherwise unblemished skin. Niklaus eyebrows met each other in inquisitiveness, but he was late for class, and had to depart. Making a mental note of the same, he moved towards the exit of his office. Im leaving for a class I have to take, but I expect you to be here after you finish all your classes for the day, yes? He wound up the brief meeting between the pair with a rhetoric utterance, moseying his way along the hallway, trying his best not to think about the unanswered queries in his head, and focus on the class. Hed comeback to find out about all the piece of the puzzle eventually. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The gong vibrated incessantly against the curved metal plate, a resounding alarm-like tone echoed across the building marking the end of the period his last. Being a professor of mathematics wasnt easy. Not that it was the subject that bothered him, but it was the students, and their lack of interest in the same. There were some brilliant lads and lassies in the herd, but mostly, the crowd was disappointing. Ava, he thought, was a brilliant one perhaps, one of the reasons why he found himself for vexed with her so often was because of her nonchalance towards the subject sometimes how conveniently she ignored her own talent for the same, and chose to just make through the ordeal instead. He only wanted her to do better. Walking back towards his office, he wondered if shed be there If not, whether or not shed come around. She did appear desperate earlier, but itd be only a matter of time before he found out whether or not she was serious, and the truth behind the unfolding of the morning the scars of her body that her clothing veiled from the worldly gaze.