I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Lila’s POV

My alarm went off at 7 a.m. on the dot. I almost took it and threw it across the room, but I knew today

was a very important day and I needed to be up early to prepare for it.

I certainly wasn’t prepared already despite Rachel and Becca hassling me about it.

“Wake up, sleepy head!” I heard Rachel say as she swung my bedroom door open and went to open the

curtains, allowing the bright rays of the sun to enter the dimly lit room. “We have a lot to do before the

elections this afternoon and we can’t waste any more time!”

I slid out of bed and went with her to the living room where Becca sat curled up on the couch. She had

a notebook and a pen on her lap, and she stared up at me eagerly.

Alex, who spent the night on the couch, sat on the island stool near the kitchen area, watching us like

he had better things to do with his time.

“We have to start thinking about your speech now. We literally have no more time,” Becca said as I sat

beside her, and Rachel sat on the other side of her.

“I’ve just been so busy with other things, the speech didn’t seem to matter much,” I said with a shrug,

and I wasn’t sorry.

I’ve been busy with fundraisers, tutoring, and event/project planning. I barely had any time to think

about my speech. I did this all for the school and I wasn’t going to be made to feel sorry for that.

“Okay, so what kind of things should I talk about for this election?” I asked, staring at the blank

notebook.

“Well, we know Sarah is going to pretty much buy her way through this. Her speech is going to be

about all the things she can buy for the school. She’s going to flaunt her daddy’s money in everyone’s

faces and they are going to feed into it. So, you need to talk about something that money can’t buy,”

Rachel explained.

“Lila cares so much about this school and the little activities she does to make it better is proof of that,”

Becca said in return. “Everyone already knows that.”

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“That won’t be a match for the shit Sarah buys them,” Rachel murmurs. “You said something about a

back-to-school dance. How’s that going?”

for it yet,” I admitted; it was something I wanted to do,

of time since returning to school and dealing with the whole

they still had no idea

said, writing it down in the notebook. “You can talk

you envision for this school, including

happen if I don’t win,” I muttered,

thought it was already approved?” Becca

but apparently it wasn’t run by Alpha Jonathan first and he doesn’t want the

said if I win then we can do

and

that,” Rachel muttered. “What other things did you want to do for

I was thinking about starting a school community service program,”

both of them.

them yet, but it was on

a great idea,” Becca said

we start a

said with

nodded in response as Becca

went through a few more ideas and after a couple of hours of writing out a semi-decent speech,

on time, and I

insisted on giving me a makeover; while she

I went to

little nervous about this election. Maybe I haven’t

about it. Everything could change

that Alpha

have it as

allowed the hot water to relax my body as I closed my eyes and took in the sweet scent

the water run through my

mentally. I thought about all the points I was

I was going to persuade everyone to vote

out of the tub

the mirror with a frown; I looked tired and worn out. My hair lay soaked across

my back and my face was a bit paler than

wolfsbane that was still

sighed and brushed my teeth. Once I was finished, I

in the living room holding up a cute pink blouse and a black skirt that

right above my knees.

found an outfit for you,”

and went into

it was either Rachel’s or Becca’s. But they fit me perfectly; the blouse rested just

and pushed my breasts up to make them appear a little bigger. But I was tasteful

of the blouse showed off my cleavage, but it

more evident. It was a long-sleeved blouse and at

blouse might have rested above my belly button, but

high-waisted skirt that covered the rest of my stomach. It

belt that had silver

I looked extremely professional.

black heels that would match the black skirt; I

my toenails because those could also be seen

walked out of my room both Rachel and Becca gasped in amazement; Alex just rolled his

you have a problem, Alex?” I asked, narrowing