Chapter 5 Confrontation

"Are you avoiding me?"

I was in the middle of packing my things when I stopped. I looked towards the direction where the voice came from and saw my professor, with his jaws clenched and his eyes darkly fixed on me.

We had just finished our first class where he was the teacher and now here I am, in a room with him. I felt cold, as if I was in a Q and A portion of a beauty pageant and I had to answer his question. It's just a simple question, but heck! Here I am, freezing as if it's so hard to answer that question.

It's been days since the lustful and sinful night had happened, yet everything that happened is still fresh in my mind and body. I can still vividly remember how he touched me, caressed me, kissed me, and even ate me. I don't know if I'm going crazy but I can still feel everything in my body.

The sinful acts of us are still vivid in my mind. To the point that I have wet dreams every time I sleep because of that damn night! And what's worse is that he's the one in my dreams, naked and pounding me!

Yes, it's embarrassing to admit, but it's true. The scene that happened in the hut is still being dreamed by me until now, and every time I wake up, my panties are wet. Damn it, Dashiel! What did you do to me?!

It's so lustful indeed. It's also sinful indeed. And the sinful thing was the reason why I chose to ignore-avoid him-his presence.

Because of my desire to free my mother immediately and maybe because of the heat of the moment, it was only later that I realized that what I did-what we did-is one of the immoralities that a student and teacher should never do.

For pete's sake! Where was my brain on thoose times? Why did I chose to have a sex with him.

For pete's sake, guro ko siya at estudyante niya 'ko! And fucking your teacher is a sin!

And here's Dashiel, I thought he was a lawyer, but why didn't he consider the codes of ethics before he had sex with me?! Damn!

But maybe he was also carried away by the heat of the moment, that's why.

Yes, that's right!

I sighed at the thought. Yeah right, maybe he was also carried away like me, that's why he didn't remember about it.

That's why the safe thing for me to do is to distance myself - to ignore his presence.

Yeah right, this is the right thing for me to do, to avoid him.

It's been days since that sinful sex happened - three freaking days to be exact. And for those three days, I deliberately ignored him. I was afraid, afraid that someone might find out about what happened between us or worse, it might happen again. And if it happened again, I was afraid that someone might find out for good. It would be our greatest downfall if ever.

"Honey, why are you avoiding me?"

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize that the jerk had come close to me. I only noticed it when I tensed up because of how he touched my elbow and how his breath hit my nape, causing my little hairs to stand on end.

I was literally surprised by what I heard, and eventually, I quickly turned to face him, not realizing that as I did, our lips almost touched.

It's just that when I turned, I didn't expect him to have leaned forward and his body to be so close to mine. So when I looked, our lips almost touched. In fact, we were only a few inches away from each other.

I felt like I froze in place because of that encounter. I also felt my throat go dry because of it. And it got even drier when I realized that I was sitting on the vacant chair behind me because he pushed me into it.

I was staring into his eyes as I felt him lock me in place from my chair. He locked me by pushing the desk of my chair and also by placing his other hand on my thigh, making me trapped between him and the chair.

"I'm asking you, honey." He said seriously, staring at my eyes as he uttered those words.

I swallowed hard before bowing my head, thinking about how I could answer such an easy question for others but was so difficult for me.

"Eyes on me, honey," he huskily said before lifting my head to meet his gaze.

"He lifted my head by holding my chin with his long fingers, which had once pleased my genitals. Earlier, my throat had gone dry from that simple gesture alone. Now, it was even worse to the point where I felt like I had no saliva left in my body.

It was as if a fire had ignited in my entire body when our eyes met. I remembered the time when he was eating me out while staring into my eyes.

"Are you avoiding me?" he asked for the third time, using a serious tone.

I swallowed hard, immediately thinking of a good excuse to use, one that would prevent him from knowing that I was lying while at the same time hiding the truth.

He sighed, "Look, after the mind-blowing s-" before he could finish the word, I cut him off.

"Shh... lower your voice, someone might hear us," I interrupted while placing a finger on his lips. I stopped him before he could say the word 'sex' because someone might overhear our conversation and find out what happened between us. Also, I was just making sure. Someone might be eavesdropping from outside.

A smile played on his lips, which made me blush, causing me to release my hold on his lips. I also straightened my posture because of it.

"Okay," he sighed while smiling, and I don't know why, but I found him cute as fuck because of it, "How about 'jugjugan'?" he asked while grinning.

I felt embarrassed from what he said, causing the blush to spread from my feet to my face. What the fuck, I stopped him from saying 'sex', and now he came up with this term 'jugjugan'. This guy!

I answered him with an annoyed look, which made his smile even wider, "Don't be ashamed of hearing it, honey, because we already did that," he whispered, which I could still hear.

If my face was red earlier, it was probably maroon now, as if my face was on fire. Damn this guy!

He chuckled, "Cute," he added, which made my face even more maroon.

Damn it! I can't feel my heart anymore. It's as if it's already left my body.

"You look so cute with that reddish face of yours, honey, but..." I looked at his hand, feeling it caress my cheek while he spoke, "Answer my question first, why are you avoiding me?"

The blushing of my cheeks caused by embarrassment or perhaps excitement disappeared like a bubble. It was replaced by a new sense of unease, worrying about how to answer his question that he had been asking since earlier.

I couldn't help but avoid his gaze, thinking that maybe it was the reason why he let go of my hand. I swallowed hard before slowly bowing my head.

"I d-didn't, I d-didn't a-void y-ou." I tried my best not to stutter while saying those words. But I still couldn't avoid it because of the way he was looking at me and maybe because what I said was a pure lie.

Because I was looking down, I saw with my own eyes how the veins in his arms bulged due to clenching his fists, "Liar!" he said. I could feel the intensity while he was uttering those words.

And when I looked up, I saw his tightly clenched jaw while his eyes were cold and staring at me.

"If you really didn't avoid me, then why you're acting this past few days like you didn't know me?" he said, still clenching his jaw.

I bowed my head again because of that, biting my lip to hold back the truth and the tears that wanted to escape.

He sighed heavily, "Look, we were still okay after that happened, you even kissed my cheeks when I walked you home, but after that..." his voice broke like he is hurting for a reason that I know. "But after that, you became cold. You became hesitant. Every time I approached you, you avoided me. And whenever I talked to you, you didn't even notice me. In fact, you only answered me when it was related to the discussion," he continued.

The tears that I felt guilty about and the unease I felt towards him finally fell because of his last words. I felt even more guilty because of what he said. In fact, my guilt tripled because of what I did - avoiding him and lying to him.

I shouldn't feel guilty because, in the first place, I did all of this intentionally - the lying and the avoiding - but when I heard how his voice broke while saying those words - like he is hurting. My heart broke, and the barrier that caused my guilt shattered. And worse, there was an emotion in my heart that I couldn't name. All I knew was that I was hurting too because of the thought that he was hurting.

Heck, what's happening to me? Is this one of the effects of that damn love virus?

"Now tell me..." he sighed before he held my chin and lifted it, making me stare into his eyes, "Do you really didn't avoid me?"

I swallowed hard again before lowering my gaze, "I'm sorry," I whispered, surely not escaping his hearing.