All I Want Is My Lecturer

Chapter 1.

An attempt to safe a drunk man.

Adrian's pov.

It was a bright morning and I scurried out of my room as I wore my clothing, I was in such an hurry not to miss my literature lecture that morning, as I was lagging behind in the course really bad and my final examination was coming soon, I didn't want to cry a bitter tear and stay an extra year in the school.

"Mom! I'm off to school!" My voice rang all around the less wealthy home I lived in with my mom and brother.

Though our house was less wealthy, it had modesty, humbleness and love in it. And even as the house was smaller and was in need of some repairs like the linking roof, and it also wasn't having all the latest conveniences, but that doesn't mean it's not filled with love and comfort. In fact, it was way cozier and more inviting for us since we got each other's back in everything.

I am Adrian Williams, a 21 years old white skinned lady, people says that I am beautiful, but who cares about that when all I wanted and needed presently was money to foot my bills and ways to pass my literature? And my captivating eyes people talk about? I wish I can sell it out for money. I wasn't so desperate for money, but I badly needed a lot of it. I was a native of Pittsburgh in America, and that was also where I lived with my mom, Natalia and younger brother, Glaton.

I only managed to get through with my high school with struggles, though I was so smart and brilliant, as I was busy helping my mother in footing some bills and even my brother's school fees. I was actually on a partial scholarship in the university and my struggles continued.

I had begun to double my part time jobs since I resumed college and was made to know that my scholarship only covered a year out of my four years of tuition in the school. I had been sad, withdrawn and downcast when I heard the information and the first thing that came to my mind was to raise the fees by myself, which I have been doing with trying to save up some money.

"Breakfast is ready Adrian, come and have a bite." Mom yelled out to me, she must have noticed that I was going without eating any breakfast.

"Later mother! I'm so late and I don't want to miss this course again." I shouted to her hearing and dashed out of the house before mom could stop me.

Ryan, my best friend, was waiting for me just outside our shabby house, he was on his bike and he called out to me when I rushed out, with my ponytail, bobbing behind me as I ran out of the house, "Over here!" He called out.

I ran back to him. "Thank you so much, you are always a life saver." I told him with a peck on his cheek, as I got myself comfortable on the bike and used the helmet that was given to me by Ryan. I clicked the straps of the helmet under my jaw and held tightly to him, my hands fastened tightly around his waist.

Ryan had been my best friend since my first year in high school, he was my very first choice at all times after my family. Not like I had any other person to choose.

I met him on the day I lot my dad, that day is a day I wish I will never remember 'cause every time I remember it, I always feel the bad day repeating itself.

It was my first day at high school, my dad had dropped me off to school and that was the last time I saw him alive. The next time I saw him was his body filled with sticky blood on the hospital bed.

I realized that he had lost control of his car while on motion, his brakes were grazed, which led to his accident and his death. He was my favorite parent and seeing his head broken open with his legs chopped off was heart wrecking and I immediately developed an attack and every night, I still have a nightmare because of my dad.

The death of my dad also marked the beginning of our suffering, my mom, who was a full housewife began to work and I had to join her in working when it looked as if the bills were weighing her down and that's how we landed this poor.

I wiped a lone tear that fell from my eyes silently, not wanting to call Ryan's attention, as I won't want him to be worried. He knew everything about me as he was with me all through my hard times.

The ride to school was a silent one as everything in my mind was the day's lecture, hoping that it would be any better.

We got closer to the school and I raised my head to it, the outside of the school was fenced and a neatly high arc-like board was fixed on the top of the fence, which had the school's name boldly inscribed on it, "UNIVERSITY OF ART AND SCIENCE TECHNOLOGIES." And Ryan drove us in.

The university was a vibrant and creative space, where students can explore their artistic passions and learn about the latest technology and that was what drew me into writing their scholarship exam in the first place.

The university had cutting-edge facilities, like a digital media lab and an art studio with the latest equipments installed in different parts in the compound. The campus was located in a bustling area, surrounded by museums, galleries, and other creative spaces. The atmosphere was kinda lively and energetic, with students buzzing around the compound as they moved in different directions and for the fact that every student are the same, no discrimination, well, except for the born-to-be-a-bully that I know, who won't leave me be, although, I have been doing perfectly fine by avoiding them at every chance I got.

I quickly got off the bike even before Ryan could pack the bike well in the parking space, and I rushed straight to my lecture room. I almost cried when I met the literature lecturer already in, and my eyes burned with biting unshed tears.

The lecturer stopped teaching for a minute to stared at the person who dared to interrupt his class with her appearance and again, the tears threatened to fall. "Good morning lecturer Sam." I greeted with my lips quivering.

The lecturer's had eyes lingered on me for minutes and I knew within me that he was planning on a perfect punishment to my offense as his policy had ever been, 'don't interrupt my class, don't distract my students', though I wondered who his students were, basically the ones that always passed his tests and exams, not a carryover like me.

He finally stared away from me without saying a thing and continued his lecture while I took that as a clue to have a seat, and also knew that I was failing, as he never forgives, and the set of people he hated most in the world were obviously the carryover students.

I sniffed in my unshed tears before staring around the large, rectangular space, looking around the space that was filled with rows of desks fixed with it seats, facing a podium, I sighed in relief when I spotted an empty seat just by my side and I quickly took the seat.

I stared at the lecturer as I tried to catch a thing from the poem he was explaining to us, but just as always, he seemed to be speaking in parables. I gazed at the projector screen in the front of the room, where the poem and all information about the poem was displayed, I squinted my eyes at the written words and silently wept bitterly, knowing fully well that I won't be graduating that years, I realized that I would get a F in the course again.

The lecturer must hate me you know, even as I know that I didn't always do well in my literature tests and examinations, but I was sure that I always do well more than a F.

The lecture ended and I walked out of the lecture room dejectedly, I was scared of another carryover and I dreaded the look that would be on my mother's face after knowing of my failure. I sighed with a broken heart and continued my journey to the packing lots.

"There you are, Adrian." Ryan shouted out cheerfully as he sighted me, he came to me, draping his hand across my shoulder as he smiled.

"Take me to work Ryan." I voiced out and climbed his bike even before he did.

"Literature again?" Ryan asked me, noticing my mood. Ryan knew almost everything about me and he knew about my failure.

"I'm getting a F again Ryan, no magician can stop that." I muttered to him. "Please, just take me out of here." I added, giving him no time to argue.

"You will be fine, I promise." He get me a hug before getting on the bike in front of me and zoomed off, taking us to work. We got to the coffee shop and got busy with our shift immediately.

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We got done with the shift in the coffee shop and Ryan had to leave, ditching his last shift at the bar because he got a call that his parents just arrived from the states and his presence was needed in the house.

Ryan was not poor like me, in fact, his parents were well doing and he only works because of me. He would always say that he just don't find it right to leave me to do my jobs all alone and that was why he applied for the jobs too. Though he had told me severally to stop working and allow him to foot our bills, but I couldn't allow that, so I always turn down his offer and he decided to work all my shifts with me.

Ryan was a handsome guy and I know a number of girls that were dying to be with him in the school, but of course, he would blame his singleness on me, saying that he has to take perfect care of me and make sure that I'm okay before thinking of another girl to care for, which didn't really make any sense to me, I was not a baby he had to babysit, I can take care of myself but he just wants to be that big brother I never had and even as I always pretend as if I didn't care about his care, I still did and I had wished he was my real brother.

And now, even as he was in such an hurry, he still put it upon himself to drop me off at the bar before finally leaving. "Drive safely." I reminded him before he drove off

I was working my shift alone in the bar when I noticed a very rough looking drunk man who was leaving the bar, staggering and he seemed to be in urgent need of a serious help as he was nearly falling while walking, and I feared that he won't make it outside alive, so I decided to followed him behind, just in case he later needs my help.

I followed him til he got outside the bar and then noticed a blue car that was driving towards him, which he seemed oblivious of.

"Hey watch out!" I yelled out and rushed to the road to prevent the drunk man from getting into an accident, but was unlucky as a bang was all that resounded.

"Stop!"

Chapter 2.

How will I look like, as a lecturer?

Raphael O'Neill's pov.

I sat still on the floor in shock as I looked at my savior who was also on the floor beside me, she was not moving, and I felt my heart skipping a beat. "Is she dead?" I wondered. I crawled closer to her with my eyes already cleared from the intoxicating wine I drank, I was already sober. "Girl, hey!" I called out. I withdrew, staring at her with bug out eyes, now in astonishment, I was sure that the car never hit her, the driver must be a good driver as he had diverted the car to the other side of the road just in time and we escaped him.

I only managed to snapped out of shock and took a chill pill when the lady jolted to her feet. "Are you okay?" She questioned me, then she helped me up to my feet.

I was unable to answer her as my eyes were glued to the beauty in front of me. Her face was not visible when she was on the floor, but when she raised her head, my thoughts suddenly became messed up with just a sight of her face. "Where the hell does she came from?" I questioned myself. "She must be a fallen angel." I answered myself before chuckling foolishly.

She didn't say anything again, she was just observing me and at once, she must have taken my silence or chuckling for something else, she must have thought that I was still drunk and that I didn't even understand a thing out of what was happening.

She stared around the place, obviously waring against herself weather to leave me alone or help me further. "What if he tries to cross the road again and get into an accident for real this time? Life is too precious to be wasted." She thought out loud with her hands in akimbo while I was quiet. I was just silently staring at her with a smug glow on my lips which I was sure was perfectly hidden from her with the help of my overdue mustache.

She returned her gaze to me, "Do you have someone I can call over to pick you home? Like a friend or family?" She questioned me, gesticulating with her hands and I gently nodded with my smile not wavering. Her voice.....

"I have a friend." I answered her.

"That's good, give me your phone, I will try to get someone over to take you home." She told me but I was only staring at her. Of course I knew what she said, I just ignored it because I didn't want my already focused mind to be distracted from the sweet sight.

She shook her head pitifully before reaching out to my pocket, she found my phone and unlocked it with my fingers, which I didn't try to fight. My eyes were glued to her all the time without even blinking, I knew that I was swept off my feet and that I was bewitched by the beauty of the dazzling woman in front of me.

"I saved his name as Lincoln." I told her, seeing her scrolling through my contacts impatiently, she must have been searching for 'friend' or something relating to that.

She nodded when she finally found the name I mentioned 'Lincoln', and she called the line immediately. "The owner of this phone is drunk and he needs help, come and get him at Finda bar and suite, I hope you come very early." She said to the Lincoln as he answered the call and she hung up immediately, not even waiting for his response.

She got hold of my hand and led me to a saver place, "Please just stay put and wait for your friend to come here and pick you up, while I will just head back to work." She held my shoulders as she told me.

The smug on my lips disappeared immediately, realizing that she was leaving. She made sure that I was comfortable before she turned back and left without waiting for any of my words, not like I was ready to reply her though.

I watched as she left, I got my tongue between my upper and lower teeth firmly, preventing myself from calling her back, at least to know her name.

I sighed when she was finally gone and stared at the bar I watched her entered. I wondered what she would be doing in a bar that late at the night, then made up my mind that I couldn't just let the beauty go without finding out who she was.

I went back to the bar and entered the loud and boisterous dimly-lit, cozy space, with low-hanging lights, with drunk people chatting and laughing among themselves. The room was already filled more with the smell of beer, wine and spirits, even more than when I first entered there to drink.

I walked towards the long wooden countertop, that was lined with glasses and bottles, and met up a bartender there, just behind the counter, waiting for orders and I took a seat out of the pile of stool that was facing the counter. "You are back again Mr, I thought you are drunk just a minute ago." The bartender said to me. He was the same one that attended to me.

I just decided to ignore him to begin my mission. I stared around, trying to see if I would see her in sight and I did saw her, serving a man who was busy flirting with her.

I got my answer immediately with that single sight, "She is a bartender and is she a bitch too? But why? Why will someone so gentle and considerate, someone who was supposed to be in school, thinking of how to pass her exams, be working in a bar this late at night?" I wondered suddenly feeling scorn towards her or maybe towards her job and I secretly took her pictures.

I made it my duty to followed her about with his gaze, this time normal, it was like all the emotions in me were dead or something and I was like that, cringed up and mad until Lincoln, my friend, arrived to picked me up. "Let's get you out of here man." He told me when he found me and I left the bar with him.

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The next morning, I paced around as I await the arrival of my friend who was on an errand for me.

I am Raphael O'Neill, a man of 31 years old, who became miserable since the day I divorced my ex wife, who was a complete sheep in human clothing. I caught her red-handed when she was cheating on me and she still had the gut to tell me to my face that she was only using me. "Damn her fucking asshole!" I cursed bitterly and tried to shake the thoughts off my head.

I pretended as though I was not so hurt, but that was a messy lie, the truth is that I was completely broken and had turned so into drinking and smoking that my once perfect look had turn to something else, I knew that I was now looking so dirty with my extra bushy and tangled beards and mustache, as if that I wasn't looking dirty enough, the hair on my head too had to be that dirty and bushy, causing me to look so much like a rough nazarene and I didn't real care about my look, at least, til now.

"I'm here, I'm so sorry I'm late." Carter, the guy I was waiting for said and apologize as he entered the living room.

"I forgive you on this, how is the research?" I questioned him impatiently.

"It went on successfully, I found out everything about her." Carter replied me.

I snapped my fingers in anxiety, "Where is the file?" I questioned Carter and the file was given to me. I held the file firmly for seconds, not opening it, as I earnestly prayed that she shouldn't be an actual bitch, that what I saw was wrong.

I had told Carter to helped me to find out everything he could find out about the lady I met the previous night and had given him the pictures I took and Carter had did just that.

I opened the file, snug as I put on a fake boldness with my body and heart cold in suspense. I read through the file about the lady and found myself chuckling, there was nothing to worry about after all. "So, her name is Adrian?" I questioned Carter, even as I knew the answer, I still asked.

"Yes, that's the lady's name." He answered me.

"Nice, and she schools at University of Art and Science Technologies?" I questioned again, with my eyes fixed on the file.

"Yes."

"Just nice, and she is a brilliant student who only have a difficulty in a course, Literature right?" I asked, now with my smug smile and my eyes twitching mischievously.

"Yes."

"And she's on scholarship, she is working hard to pay her fees right?"

"Yes."

"That's cool." I closed the file and threw it on a sofa, I raised my head to Carter, making my mischievousness obvious. "How do you think I will look like, if I am to be a lecturer?"

"What? Lecturer?!"

Chapter 3.

Our new lecturer.

Adrian pov.

It was a Monday morning, I was dressing up in my small, and poorly furnished room, whose painting on the walls was already peeling. The room had a stained and worn out linoleum floors, and it had a few pieces of furniture, which was just my wooden bed and reading table and chair, the room was filled with the smell of cheap detergent. The lighting was a harsh fluorescent which was almost broken as cracks were obvious around it.

I tried to make the room looked better by adding a few decorations around it, and covered the windows in cheap linens, which added a little bit of beauty to the room and also, I made the room so neat.

I finished dressing up and left my room to the mini dinning room, which had just four wooden chairs neatly arranged around a cracked and crippled dinner table in the dinning room and a few dishes were placed on the table.

Mom was already seated, with Galton, my younger brother, they were waiting patiently for me to join them for breakfast. He was just like the male version of me, very handsome and young and he was a teenager of age 15, but was way more gentle and reserved than me, though he loves teasing me.

"And finally the princess arrives." He muttered as I came insight and he opened his covered plate, "Can I eat now mom?" He questioned mom cutely, that she nodded, falling for his cuteness.

"Sure, your sister is here by the way."

"Thank you mom, I love you." He muttered again and dogged into his meal immediately.

I chuckled and ruffled his slick hair, before settling on a seat beside him, directly opposite my mom.

We began to eat and I was smiling all through, feeling just so happy that I even began to hum a song to myself as I ate. Mom must have noticed my happy mood that morning, which was so unusual, but she decided to remained silent, probably thinking that her prayers were already getting their answers. I rolled my eyes and chuckled after when I remembered why I was happy. My wicked lecturer had been changed! I bet he was fired, good for him.

"You seem so happy this morning, are we save? Or should we start running?" Galton muttered with mouth filled up with pasta as he ate. He must have noticed my happiness too and had decided not to be like mom and had voiced out his mind which resulted to him getting a hard glare from mom. "What mom?" He questioned mom whining while I only chuckled.

I stood to my feet, distracting the mother and son little scolding, "You know what mom? I'm happy because I might finally pass my exams now as the bittered lecturer had been changed." I told her happily, throwing my hands to the air happily with my smiles illuminating and room.

"Oh dear! Good for you." Mom replied me smilingly.

"Thank God, I can now sleep peaceably at home without any worry. Do you know you always kill that your lecturer in your dreams?" Galton said, his lips formed a smirk.

"Shut up Galton and face your food, when adults are talking, keep quiet." Mom scold him again.

I glared at him silently, deciding on ignoring him, then replied mom, "Thanks mom, I will leave now, I don't want to be late, the new lecturer will be introduced to us this morning." I told her.

I pecked mom's cheeks and that of Galton's, though he pulled off a disgusted face and he muttered, "Ew!" But I'm sure he loved it and I left after, I left without Ryan and only called him to inform him that I was gone.

I got to the school and was just beaming with smiles, I got into the lecture room as I would be having literature that morning and the new lecturer too would be announced and presented. I took a seat at the third flight of chairs in the art theater, waiting.

I was one of the first few students that arrived and I noticed that the hall became so much filled up as seconds turned to minutes and as the clock ticked to the main time for the lecture, I also noticed that every words on the lips of the students had a thing to do with the new lecturer and I became anxious and sweaty, almost dying of anxiety.

The door to the theater hall finally opened immediately the clock struck 10:00am and the lecturer entered, I mean Mr Sam, our formal lecturer. "No, no, no!" I thought with my heart cracking in excruciating pain, almost developing a panic attack.

"What?"

"What's happening here?"

"I thought he is changed!" The students around me murmured, making their bitterness known and I realized that he was not wicked to just me.

I felt myself stiffened on my seat and all I wanted was a shoulder to cry on.

"Good morning to you all." He greeted.

"Good morning sir." The response was so weak.

"Well, as you must have known, I won't be teaching you anymore." He said and the class roared in gladness. I felt at peace immediately like a bowl of chilled water was poured on my hot self. He didn't seemed to mind the students' relief, he just continued, "Permit me to introduce your new lecturer to you, Dr Raphael O'Neill."

I turned my head to the door and a man softly walked in like he was careful of getting broken by any obstacle, like he was a runaway model, and I literally forgot how to breath. What is happening to me? Who is he? I wondered.

"Hello all, I'm Raphael." He introduced himself when he got to the podium. His baritone and husky voice rang out throughout the hall. "You can call me Dr Raphael, I'm your new literature lecturer for the time being." He concluded with a hard task smirk. What is that? I wondered.

I watched him silently as I tried to put everything together, I was beginning to feel weird in my body, a feeling I had no explanation for and a feeling I haven't felt before in my life. Snap out of it Adrian, just focus! You have to start understanding more of this course today, not this weirdness! I yelled in my mind, scolding myself to stop the feelings and uneasiness.

I stared away from the man to drop my jotting note on the desk with my pen between my fingers when something snapped in my head, "Lecturer!" I remembered him calling himself our new lecturer.

I jerked up from my seat, "Lecturer?!" I shouted out subconsciously.

"Are you okay miss?" The question got me back to my senses, and I saw myself being the center of attention.

I squeezed my body, feeling a sudden biting cold due to the piercing gaze around me. "I'm sorry." I apologized and got my butt back on my seat.

"You should be careful next time, miss Williams! He might looks nice, but don't misbehave and don't you dare take his niceness for granted!" Mr Sam snapped at me and I nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry sir, I will just take it up from here." Dr Raphael butted in and the lecturer left. I watched as he got the projector remote and a display arose on the board. "Introduction to literature." It read and I widened my eyes in astonishment, "What?! He is starting from the beginning!" I beamed, already blessing the new lecturer in my mind.

At first when he entered, I didn't know that he was our new lecturer, I can't believe I almost start up some weirdness for him. Thanks to the Lord, I realized quickly.

"Who can tell me what a literature means?" Dr Raphael questioned and surprisingly, nobody raised their hand. "What? No one?" He was equally surprised.

"Not our fault Dr, literature was one of my best courses until Mr Sam began his thing and we lost interest and yeah, he didn't mind." A guy replied him.

"Just sit down." Dr Raphael told him and he obediently sat down, "I will start now from the beginning and I will urge you all to pay a rapid attention to everything I will be teaching today, because if you still don't get it after today, then I'm scared you will never understand the course again." He stated and we chorused a "Yes Dr Raphael".

Dr Raphael began his lecturing, ignoring all what everybody said to him and til he was done, my pen was dancing between my fingers as I wrote out almost everything the lecturer said. I relaxed on my seat when the day's lecture was done, having a bright smile on my lips. That was my best literature class ever!

"Who is Adrian Williams?" Dr Raphael suddenly questioned as he got ready to leave.

I was shocked to hear my name from him, "Is that me or is there another Adrian Williams in the department?" I thought and feared that maybe he had noticed my results and founds me so dull and useless. I stood up when I noticed everyone's gaze on me.

"Meet me in my office in the next one minute."