Chapter 7: Netflix

Leila's POV

Propping myself up on my bed, I quickly glanced at the piece of paper in my hand, then I turned my attention to the phone dangling in the other.

To say I was nervous was a vast understatement. I didn't know what to expect. Hell, I knew what to expect, but I just didn't want to admit that it would not end well.

But they always say, if at first you don't succeed, try again.

Ignoring the palpitating of my heart, I quickly unlocked my phone and dialled the number on the slip of paper. With a deep breath, I pressed it against my ear and listened as the line went off.

My fingers fumbled with my skirt nervously as I kept my eyes trained on the wall in front of me. I could feel the beads of sweat rolling down my forehead like a waterfall, and my palms produced its own sweat. I groaned deeply and wiped it against my thigh.

I don't know what came over me today, maybe the thought of possibly losing the only people I loved. I really don't know, but I won't lie when I say it's worth the shot.

Even if I get my heart broken all over again.

"Hello?" The familiar voice spoke down the line and for a moment I forgot how to breathe, how to speak and how to react completely. I pulled my lips in between my teeth, and this time I couldn't deny the harsh beating of my heart against my chest.

"Ugh, hi Mom, it's me, Lei–"

"Leila?" She whispered, and I nodded my head vigorously, forgetting momentarily that she could not see me. I parted my lips to respond but halted when her chilling voice barked down the line, "listen you, do not call this number anymore, do you understand me? I left for a reason and I don't need people like you calling my phone. Lose this number!"

The line went dead, and I kept the phone pressed against my ear, unable to move or speak as a tear trickled down my cheek slowly, teasing and taunting me.

I slowly lowered the phone and choked out a sob as it fell onto the bed beside my feet. I kept my intense glare onto it before I grabbed it off the bed and pelted it towards the wall, watching as it crashed against it and shattered.

The door suddenly flung open and Blake came strutting in adjusting his necktie, his briefcase tossed to the side of the room as he removed his shoes.

"Hey Brat." He greeted, his eyes not yet assessing me or the broken phone in the room's corner.

I didn't respond, knowing if I parted my lips I'd burst into a fit of tears. The room fell into silence and he snapped his head towards me. By the sight of my tear-stained face, he sauntered towards me in long strides.

"What's wrong?" He inquired, his face calm as ever, but I could see the anger brewing at the back of his eyes. "Your face," I replied bluntly. He chuckled and rolled his eyes before flashing me a stern look.

"Don't change the topic Brat, I asked what's wrong and as your professor, I demand you to answer me."

It was my turn to roll my eyes, and I sucked in a harsh breath when he etched his face closer to me, his brows pulled together and I could see the stress lines forming on his forehead. "I asked you a question and I demand an answer. Why are you crying, is it because of that boyfriend of yours?" He asked.

"It's nothing Blake, okay. Drop it."

His eyes scanned my face slowly before he scoffed, "I buy suits and ties, not bullshit." He spat.

"I see." He sighed when I didn't budge before he pulled away. There was a sudden chill that enveloped my body as he did so, and I didn't realize that I felt warm beside him.

He stood up and sauntered to his side of the room before unbuttoning his shirt. I still blushed, knowing that under, he most likely had a vest. Damn, we need to get some room dividers. Hey, why didn't I think of that sooner?

"Ugh Blake, maybe you'd want to do that in the bathroom," I exclaimed.

"Mm-hmm." He hummed softly before a chuckle escaped his lips. "I know Brat." He replied. I peeked through my fingers and watched silently as he draped his towel over his shoulders and strutted into the bathroom.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I decided that I really didn't want to stay in the room right now with Blake, seeing as he will only nag me.

I slipped on my black boots and pulled my hair into a ponytail before rushing towards the phone that didn't break; I grabbed it off the floor and frowned at the slightly shattered screen. With a sigh, I left the room and tumbled out into the hallway.

I didn't exactly know where I was going or what I would do. I'm usually always in my room reading or scrolling through Instagram or doing my homework. I don't know where the girls are, Peter hasn't spoken to me since the party and well that's about all the friends I have.

I halted in my footsteps and stood there envisioning what I could do today. I could go hang out in the student's lounge, or go outside to get some coffee. Go for a ride. . . UGH, this is hard! If Reese was here, I would know exactly what to do.

With a loud huff I pivoted on my heels and made my way back into the dorm room.

As I closed the door behind me Blake came sauntering out of the bathroom.

"Where were you?" He asked as he leaned against the wall. "Ask someone who will answer." I spat as I slipped off my shoes and crawled towards my school bag.

"Okay where are you going now?"

"Student's lounge, sir, you sure ask a lot of questions."

He ruffled the towel in his hair and smiled. "Don't you wanna stay in here, I mean we can watch a movie or something," he suggested.

I widened my eyes and parted my lips, stammering as my lips moved, but no words seemed to come out, "w—what?" I choked out. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and flopped down onto his bed as he brought his laptop onto his thighs. "I mean you must be exhausted from all that school work right? I'm tired too, you know." He exclaimed.

I dropped my bag onto the floor and scoffed in disbelief. "Would you look at that, Mr Kingston is finally growing up."

"Yeah yeah, you want to study some boring work or you wanna watch the conjuring with me?"

Before I could answer he scooted over and patted an empty spot on his bed. With a huff, I strolled towards him and slumped down onto the bed. He strolled through Netflix for a while until he chose the Conjuring.

He placed the laptop at the head of the bed and laid down onto his stomach. I followed in suit behind him and grabbed a pillow off his bed before propping it under my chin so I could level my head with the screen.

The proximity between us was crippling, and I tried making as little space between us so we would not touch or else I'd be engulfed in sudden heat.

The movie began, and I tried my hardest to ignore Blake beside me as I kept my eyes trained on the screen. Blake was attentive, not wavering slightly. Me on the other hand, well I could already feel the rocks on my eyelid as they threatened to flicker shut.

I think it was a mixture of this comfortableness and the fact that I haven't gotten a good night sleep in so long which caused me to feel this sleepy. I didn't fight the sleep though, but I let it engulf me until there was nothing but darkness.

Blake's POV

I flickered my eyes towards Leila, watching in amusement as her eyes fluttered shut then flickered open quickly. She was fighting her sleep, and we weren't even halfway through the movie as yet.

I flickered my eyes away from her and cleared my throat as I tried my hardest to concentrate. Can you blame me, though, for not concentrating? I have this beautiful woman, which happens to be my student, right beside me, laying in my bed. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it.

She's annoying yet beautiful and funny in her own personal way. I hate having her in my room, in my personal space, but sometimes I try to ignore that feeling in my chest whenever she walks into the room or even gives me what seems like a smile.

She's just nineteen, but I'm just twenty-one. That's not entirely wrong, right? But what am I thinking, Leila will never even have an ounce of feelings towards me.

She practically hates me, but who cares? I can't get involved with a student. I will lose my job, my credibility and pride. There is no way that this could ever happen.

Plus, she has a boyfriend who couldn't hide the fact that he was all over that blonde girl at the bar. Leila was too oblivious and absentminded to not see her boyfriend the moment she walked through those doors.

I just hope he doesn't hurt her.

She doesn't deserve it.

I know she wouldn't be able to handle it. When I saw her crying today, the first thing that came to mind was her boyfriend hurting her.

It startled me when she rolled onto her side, facing me. A soft snore escaped her lips and her hands suddenly glided towards me until they wrapped around my waist. I froze, contemplating on whether or not to remove her hands.

I chose the former and let it remain there.

I rolled onto my back, still a part of me hoping that her hand would fall off, but it didn't. Instead, she moved along with me, her head falling onto my chest and her grip tightening around me as she made herself comfortable.

Hesitantly, I snaked my other arm around her waist and sighed as I laid my head on the pillow beneath me.

I peered down at her and knew at this moment that because of this girl, I'd be in deep shit.

Crap.