I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

#Chapter 193 Erased Memories
Lila’s POV
“Please, take a seat, Lila,” Mrs. Prescott said, motioning for the empty chair beside Xander.
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and went to sit down. I kept my eyes from finding
Xander’s again and fixed my attention on the headmaster.
“I was just speaking to Professor Xander about the incident this morning to get to the bottom of
everything,” she began as she pressed the palms of her hands together and entwined her fingers in
front of her. “He was just explaining to me that breaking your arm was an unfortunate accident.”
An accident?
I stared at Mrs. Prescott in shock, unsure of what to say in response. My entire body was frozen.
Was she letting him off the hook?
“I also spoke with some of the students, and they agreed that it seemed like an accident,” she
continued. My heart sank deep into my stomach.
“What about Becca? She was the one who made him get off me,” I finally found my voice and I was
thankful it didn’t come out as a soft whisper.
Mrs. Prescott nodded, uncertainty on her face.
“Yes. Becca was the first student we spoke to. She doesn’t remember much of anything.”
What?
I was completely frozen; that couldn’t be right. Becca saw the whole thing and even brought up the fact
that I should report it. But I didn’t say any of that out loud; I couldn’t speak.
“The only thing she really remembers is bringing you to the nurse’s office,” she said, a timid frown
decorating her lips.
“May I speak?” Professor Xander asked her, his voice much softer than it was in class.
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It was unfamiliar and gave me an uneasy feeling.
Tiffany Prescott nodded to him, giving him a warm smile that caused my stomach to tighten painfully.
Xander turned to me; I refused to meet his eyes though. I stared at my hands, still trying to form words
but failing to do so.
“I’m sorry for hurting you, Lila. It wasn’t my intention. When I heard that you were skilled in combat and
one of the best students at this school, I guess I overestimated your strength. I thought you’d be able to
handle a tougher battle. I should have done a proper assessment of your skills before I did any physical
combat with you.”
“We appreciate the apology professor,” Tiffany Prescott spoke for me when it was clear I wasn’t going
to say anything. “Lila, is there anything you’d like to say to your professor?”
She expected me to apologize to him? After he broke my arm??
I stared at her in disbelief for a moment before pulling my eyes from her to look at Xander. His
expression was dark, and I almost saw a hint of humor in them.
“Thank you. I appreciate the apology.” I said to him as I stood to my feet. “If you’ll excuse me, it’s been a
long day and I’d like to get some rest.”
I didn’t wait for them to dismiss me or say anything. I left the office in a rush.
My heart was heavy in my chest. I needed to speak with Becca and find out if they really did speak to
her and if she really didn’t remember anything.
It wasn’t making any sense. I had a feeling that Xander had done something to alter everyone’s
memories so he wouldn’t appear to be in the wrong.
As I got back to the dorms, I paused when I saw Sarah sitting on one of the couches with her face in her
hands. It almost looked like she was crying.
“Sarah?” I asked, approaching her.
She was alone, which was odd because she was usually with her crew.
She glanced up to see me approaching her; her icy gaze narrowed. She had dark circles under her eyes
and her face looked much paler than usual. I found it odd that she wasn’t wearing any makeup and it
almost looked like she was struggling to breathe.
“Are you okay?” I asked, furrowing my brows together.
“I’m fine,” she snapped, standing to her feet. “Mind your own business.”
She turned away and went toward the stairs to the dorm rooms.
“I was just checking,” I muttered, watching as she disappeared up the stairs.
I shook my head at the encounter and went upstairs to my shared room with Becca and Rachel. I wasn’t
expecting Rachel to be there because usually has mainly night courses. But I knew Becca was most likely
studying or something.
When I went inside, I saw her curled up on the couch with a book on her lap and she was reading it
intently. She didn’t even notice me walking into the room.
“Becca…” I said, shutting the door behind me.
She glanced up, giving me a warm smile.
“Hi,” she said. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m healed,” I told her, sitting down beside her. “Did Tiffany Prescott talk to you today?”
She frowned, but she nodded her head once.
“Yes,” she answered out loud. “It was odd. She was asking me a lot of strange questions, but I didn’t
remember anything. Most of the class this morning has been a blur honestly.”
My eyes widened.
“What do you mean you don’t remember anything?” I asked, shaking my head at her words. “You