One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 109 Audrey

I trudged into the house late that night, my feet aching as I kicked off my shoes. The sound of laughter and the faint glow of the TV drew me to the living room, where I found my friends sprawled across the couches, video game controllers in hand and half-empty pizza boxes strewn about.

"Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence, Tina called out with a grin, pausing the game.

I collapsed into an empty armchair, sinking blissfully into the sol c**hions. "Don't mind me," I mumbled, my eyes already starting to close. "Til just be here, quietly dying"

"Rough day?" Betty asked, offering me a slice of cold pizza.

I waved it away, too exhausted to even consider eating. "Oh, you have no idea."

Avis, munching on one of her famous chocolate chip cookies, said. "This is the second night this week you've come home. late. What's going on?"

"Where do I even start?" I huffed, rubbing my temples as if that would somehow soothe my migraine.

Over the next few minutes, I recounted my day-starting with the mannequin incident, followed by the permanent marker. After that, I had gone on a wild scavenger hunt all over the building in search of some special cleaning solution to get the marker off of the board, which had taken all day.

"That put me behind on my second project," I muttered. "So I had to stay late to get it done."

“That's ridiculous," Betty fumed. "And let me guess, Linda is just skating by?"

The mention of Linda's name made my blood boil, but I forced myself to stay calm. I refused to let her get under my skin, even when she wasn't around to see it. "As far as I can tell, yeah. She hasn't had a single issue since we started. Although. I don't think the design she presented this morning was actually hers."

Tina growled softly. "I wouldn't put it past her. Let's not forget how she stole your cheerleading uniform design."

"Exactly."

"I still can't believe she got that internship," Avis sighed. "After everything she did to you at school? Something about this is fishy."

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant even though I was seething inside. "It doesn't matter. Even if I say something, 1711 just be painted as the bad guy in the situation. It's easier to keep my head down and work hard."

I

"But Audrey," Gavin protested, "you can't just let her walk all over you like this."

"What choice do I have?" I asked, burying my face in a nearby pillow.

straight, "Oh, I can think of a few ways

Like what?"

on her fingers, "we could sneak into her

we could hire a private investigator to follow her around and

her on a fake date and then trap her with her ex?"

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increasingly outlandish schemes, I couldn't help but laugh. Their enthusiasm was infectious, even if their ideas such as making a giant net and capturing Linda in it-were completely

of laughter from my eyes. "As much as I appreciate the creativity, I think I'll stick to my original plan of just working hard and hoping Linda exposes herself." "Boring." Tina groaned, but

I am," Gavin admitted, "If I were in

with ine" think I need

despite my exhaustion, sleep eluded me. After tossing and turning for what felt like

in the rhythmic hum of the machine, the fabric sliding smoothly under my fingers. I wasn't even sure what I was making, I was just sewing for the hell of it, anything to keep my

the door broke my concentration. "Come in," I called out, not looking

and Gavin's voice drifted in. "Hey, I thought I heard

to see him settle cross-legged onto my

wanted to apologize for what happened at the party. You

hands stilled under the sewing

do. I was

I said softly, finally turning to

hesitantly, he asked, "Do you

We had had this conversation before, but I knew I owed him patience and honesty. Setting aside my work, I moved to sit beside him on the bed, the springs creaking as I settled in. "Gavin," I began gently,

that word:

but I knew instantly that it was true. I loved Edwin, as impossible and painful

the corners of my eyes, but there was understanding in his voice. "L... I get it," he said softly, flopping backward on my bed with his arms outstretched, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Unrequited

heart stutter. Perhaps the way I felt when I thought about Edwin was the same way he felt about me. And perhaps I had no place to wallow if I was putting him through the

him and stared up at the pitched

I muttered. "It

although we didn't need to. There was a sort of sad understanding between

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that we were both in the same difficult position, and there was nothing we