I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Lila’s POV
“An election? This student committee was my idea,” I said, staring between all the school board’s faces
until my eyes landed on Sarah who stared at me with a smug grin.
I could tell that her intentions weren’t pure, and my stomach was forming into a tight knot.
“Yes, but it’s a student committee. Meaning we need to give all students a chance to—”
“Take my role as the leader?” I interrupted; they all looked startled by my stubbornness. I wasn’t
typically a stubborn person like this, but I was honestly hurt that it was this easy for them to just replace
me.
Sarah folded her arms across her chest.
“I’ve done a lot of wrongs while I’ve been at this school. This gives me the chance to do something
good for once,” she said, eyeing me carefully.
That smug look was still in her eyes though. She was pulling their strings. She didn’t care about this
committee; she just didn’t want me to have it.
“If I lose, where does that leave me?”
“Worried you’ll lose?” Sarah asked, a grin appearing on her lips.
“No, of course not,” I said in return. “But if I did… what would happen?”
“You can be a regular member, Lila,” Mrs. Laurence said with a kind smile. “Nobody is trying to take the
committee away from you. But every student should have the opportunity to be a leader if they wish.
That way we are playing fair for all students. I’m creating a signup form in the morning and anyone who
wants to take part in the election can feel free to do so.”
I stared at her in disbelief. I was not expecting this.
I glanced over at Sarah once more before sighing in defeat. There was nothing I was going to be able to
do or say to get out of this. I was going to have to partake in an election and risk losing the committee.
“Okay,” I finally said. “We will have an election.”
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“Great,” Mrs. Laurence said. “You may leave now. That’s all we needed from you, Lila. Thank you for your
cooperation.”
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“Isn’t there anything you can do?” I asked into the phone as I sprawled out on my bed.
My heart felt heavy, and I didn’t have enough strength to sit up. I hung over my bed. clutching my cell
phone firmly in my grip, waiting for my father to say something. Anything.
“I’m sorry, Lila Bean. But you know it goes above my head. The school board is in charge of the school.
What they say goes.”
“I doubt it’s them saying anything…” I muttered. “It’s probably her father doing this.”
“Even so, it’s out of my hands. But even if I did have a say, I kind of agree with the board that you
should have a fair election.”
“But the committee was my idea,” I reminded him.
“This isn’t the Lila that we raised,” my father said, his disappointed tone full in effect which made me
feel even guiltier. “We raised someone who gives fair chances to those around her. Someone who
doesn’t back down from a fight, but it kind when needed. Regardless of who it is, you treat everybody
equally. Do you think the role of leader fell into my lap? I had to work hard to get to where I am today.”
“I know…” I said with a sigh.
“Lila, is everything okay with you?” My father asked concern was now tracing his tone. “You’ve been
seeming a little off lately and your mother and I have been worried.”
“I’m fine…” I lied, but I said that a little too quickly.
He was quiet for a moment, assessing my tone no doubt.
“You know you can always talk to us about anything, regardless of what it may be,” my father said.
“Even boy issues.”
“Dad!” I said, my face warmed. I could only imagine how red I looked. “I’m fine, honestly. I’m just a little
stressed. Cassidy-Ann wants me to go to Monstro with her over the summer and I need to give her an
answer as soon as possible.”
“Monstro?” My father asked. “That’s quite far. That’s on the other side of the world. What would you be
doing there?”
“She has an art signing at the International School of Art for Shifters,” I explained. “And a couple of
conferences she needs to attend. She was planning on staying there for a couple of months and she
wants me to go with her. I met Leroy Klein, and they want to give me a tour of the school to see if I’d
like it and—”
“Leroy Klein?” My father gasped. “You met him? And he wants you to attend his school?”
“He was at our recent art show,” I further explained. “He likes my work and wants me to bring my
portfolio with me to his school. I’m not sure I want to attend a school that far away though…”
“Lila, that school would be an incredible opportunity for you and your career,” my father said, amazed in
his tone. “I’m so proud of you. When did you find all this out? Why are you just telling me now? Did
your mother know?”
“Nobody knows,” I told him. “I wasn’t sure how to bring it up. I told her I needed time to talk to my
family and friends before I make a decision.”
“I’m not going to tell you what to do, but getting into that school has always been somewhat of a
challenge. If you had the opportunity, I wouldn’t turn it down. But again, this is your life, and you can
make your own decisions. I at least think you should go over the summer and see what it’s all about.”