When I Left, He Found His Way Back-Chapter 44: Class rep

Jessica’s POV. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Sitting in class, my eyes gazed blankly at the professor as he droned on Gemology and stone setting. But my mind was a thousand miles away, lost in the memories of the intimate moment I shared with Liam. My thoughts kept drifting back to him, and the way he made me feel.

His tender touch still lingered in my mind, igniting an unquenchable fire within me. I could almost feel his fingers tracing the contours of my face, his thumbs brushing against my lips. The memory of his lips on mine was branded into my brain, and I couldn’t help but relive the sensation.

The way his mouth moved against mine, the gentle pressure, and then, the gentle squeeze of my breast that sent a spark of electricity running through my veins... it all came flooding back, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

How could I feel so vulnerable, so helpless when I had explicitly stated in the terms of our contract that there would be no intimacy?

Why wouldn’t I be embarrassed when I had clearly initiated the intimacy, and my body had responded so eagerly to his touch? The thought made my cheeks burn with shame, and I felt a surge of regret.

The only thing I could do at that moment was to run away like a coward, fleeing from the emotions that Liam had awakened within me.

"Aren’t you going for the seminar?"

Annabelle’s voice cut into my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. I blinked, taking in my surroundings. The classroom was almost empty, the professor long gone. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized I had spaced out again.

Annabelle’s expression softened as she looked at me. "I understand you’re still down, but you have to get a hold of yourself, Jessica. Your friend’s not dead, and his operation was successful. That’s enough blessings. And now, you need to focus on your studies."

I smiled faintly, deciding it was better to let Annabelle think I was still worried about Kristen. I certainly couldn’t tell her about Liam and our relationship. "Actually, you’re right. I should stay focused. It would make him happy when he wakes up," I said, trying to sound convincing.

Annabelle returned my smile, seemingly buying my excuse. "That’s more like it. Pack up, let’s leave for the next class. I’ll brief you on the just concluded lesson after the seminar."

An hour and thirty minutes went by in a snap, concluding the Design History and Inspiration seminar. I felt a sense of accomplishment wash over me. Unlike the first class, this one had been a success - I had paid attention, taken notes, and even participated in the discussion. By the time it was over, the clock on the wall read 2:30 PM.

The last class for today was Material Science for Jewelry, so we headed straight to the lecture class.

The lecture was a bliss from beginning to end, and the professor was a born teacher. He knew his way around things, tutoring us as if we were kids. I effortlessly grasped every single thing he taught without missing out on any point or finding it confusing.

I even participated the most in the question and answer sections, and I could feel that the professor was particularly pleased with me, as he praised me a lot, and even used me as an example a couple of times, fuelling my enthusiasm, pride, and self worth.

"Where is your class president? See me before 4," he said as he packed to leave.

"We haven’t elected a President yet," Annabelle replied.

"Oh," Professor Ednut said, seemingly taken aback by the news. He paused for a moment.

"Well, in that case, I suppose we’ll have to make do with Jessica as your course rep for the time being..."

Wait, what? Me?

"...But I must say, I do expect you all to elect a president soon. It’s an important position, and someone needs to take charge."

"Yes, Professor Timberlake."

"See me in my office later, Jessica." With that, Professor Timberlake walked away.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I didn’t expect to be appointed as the professor’s temporary course rep. I didn’t want to be in the limelight, but it seems I can’t stop that now.

After the professor left the room, a murmur of conversation broke out among the students and someone spoke up, "That’s right, we need a president. Who are the volunteers?"

A few students showed interest, eager to take on the role. And then, Annabelle pushed me forward too, her hands on my shoulders propelling me into the spotlight.

"Jessica too, she’ll make a good president. She already has my vote," she said, giggling.

I wasn’t given a chance to process what was happening when a few students voiced their approval.

At this point, I couldn’t say no. And just like that, I was thrown into the battle for the presidency.

"Well, we’ll need a forum for discussion," I said, trying to shift the focus to something else.

"You can create it and add us all," someone said and everyone else agreed.

Right there, I created a forum and shared the link around, making sure everyone in class had joined before Annabelle and I left for the coffee shop. Subconsciously, I glanced around for Max. I wouldn’t say I was surprised that I didn’t see him at all today, in fact, I didn’t want to cross paths with him and his crazy girlfriend anymore.

But how wrong could I be?

We entered the coffee shop and our appearance turned a few heads before the people returned to whatever they were doing.

After taking our seats, the barista came over to take our order. She smiled and nodded as we placed our requests, her pen scribbling down our choices on her notepad.

After she left, Annabelle began refreshing my mind on the lesson I had missed from the first class.

The tutoring was coming to an end when the barista returned with our orders. "Here’s your order," she said, setting the drinks down in front of us.

Suddenly, the cup of piping hot coffee turned, and its scalding contents ended up on my thigh. I felt a sudden searing pain and let out a loud scream as I bolted to my feet.

The café fell silent, with all eyes on me. "Jessica, what happened?" Annabelle asked, rushing to my side.

The barista’s face turned bright red as she apologized frantically. "I’m so sorry, it was an accident!"

I bit my trembling lips hard, suppressing the urge to slap the barista across the face.

Annabelle gasped as she lifted my skirt to examine my thigh. The skin had already turned a deep red, and I could feel the heat emanating from it.

Annabelle’s face turned stern as she turned to the barista. "Have you gone blind?!" she yelled, guiding me towards the restroom.

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