Thread: Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

There was a sense of relief when Ava heard the familiar tone of Professor Wirth thankfully, nothing could happen while he was standing by. Although, she did wonder if Professor Bishop would only be more demanding later, considering he didnt get anything when he came looking. A soft sigh escaped her lips, continuing to focus on the papers before her, until she heard the comment concerning her getting in trouble. The female had to bite her tongue, after all, her nature had gotten her into this mess to begin with. The comment that Mr Bishop gave caused her skin to crawl, it was disgusting to think about. Thankfully, he was gone in a few moments and the female visibly relaxed to some degree. Well, aside from knowing that she was going to get a lashing for not having finished the marking yet. From just looking at her current professor, she did wonder if it had been the other way around, if shed be far more willing to indulge. As hard as he was on her, there were moments that the energy between them was Perfect. It was almost as if she enjoyed butting heads with him, sometimes. Not to mention he was handsome, everyone in his class was well aware of that fact. Ava had noticed some dagger like stares from some of the girls whod wished to be his assistant, and she could only think of one reason why theyd wanted the position. Not to mention he had some air about him, Ava wasnt sure if it was confidence or just the way he carried himself it seemed a mix of things. Something about him was alluring, and she was certain she wasnt the only one who noticed it. I dont know, The female admitted softly, a true hint of disdain remained behind her hues for a moment as she stared where Mr Bishop had been for a moment. Maybe hes bored with nothing better to do than spy on other professors. Her tone was cold and callous, rather unlike her usual tone. It vividly displayed her disdain for the man, which would have been odd considering he called her a good student, unless of course it was implied as something entirely different. The female took a slow, deep breath. It was clear that she had been affected by the other professors visit, but only for a few moments more before she managed to conceal her rage and pain in her gaze and features. Of course Im taking this seriously! The female hissed softly, standing from where she had been sitting, causing the chair to roll back casually. I was at work until eleven last night I came home shattered. Im not another student of yours that has their parents to pay for everything. I completed all my homework for you. I came in early to finish marking and leave them on your desk. Her gaze flickered up toward his for a moment. Ava arranged her job around her school timetable. Shed do shifts when she had off days or free hours, if she could. Unfortunately, she still had to do several shifts to keep her job. Which meant nights, early mornings and the plain twelve hour jobs. Thankfully her boss allowed her to select days, or shed be sunk for sure. The female immediately dropped back down into the chair, brushing her hands over her head for a moment before easing back into the soft support of the chair. Im taking this seriously. I need to pass. I dont have money to sit another year. I dont party, I dont go out. I work, eat, sleep and study. Thats all I do. There was a hint of tiredness in her tone before she shook her head slightly, returning to her marking. Then she suddenly had an idea, one that she was furious with herself for not thinking before. Would you mind if I came back here after my classes are done to finish off any other work you need me to do? I can finish these papers in an hour. Her gaze lingered up toward his, almost desperate for him to accept. I mean I can do anything you give me. I want to show you Im serious. There was almost a pleading tone in her voice. If she was busy with him, theres no way Bishop would be able to get to her. I was supposed to do work later with Mr Bishop for class, but this class counts a lot more. I mean, youll be here wont you? Please? It was rather uncharacteristic for her to ask in such a way, or to ramble so much. Clearly something was amiss. As her pen dropped down onto the floor, the female bent down to retrieve it. Her jumper hung slightly, due to the extra material. The sight of her flesh beneath the garment was mostly porcelain white, aside from the painful looking bruises trailing along her lower collarbone toward her breasts. They were a dark tone of purple, indicating quite some force of pressure. Once shed retrieved her pen she swiftly continued marking, unaware of the view shed given.