Staying Educated

Our footsteps echo down the hallway, out of sync with Marcus beside me. He glances up from his phone periodically as we head towards Mrs. Revers' office. The sun is still somewhat high outside the window, the classes for the day have all concluded, yet here we are.

“Hey, bro.”

I glance over at the sound of his deep voice.

“You ever notice how insanely hot Ame-” He clears his throat. “Mrs. Revers is?”

I laugh, “Dude, I won’t snitch that you called her by her first name. Uh, yeah, I have. I think everyone has.” I look forward again, keeping him in my peripheral vision.

I see a grin form on his face, “You think she fucks?”

“Well. She’s married, so probably.”

He shakes his head, “Nah nah, like students?”

I give him a judgy sideways glance, not sure why, I’ve definitely thought it myself.

“Maybe if you're like... delusional?” I answer after an amused pause.

We reach her office door and open it. Mrs. Revers expects us, so we don’t bother with something as trivial as knocking on the door. She must’ve recently changed the diffuser in her office as the scent of tuberose seeps into my nose, enveloping me and Marcus in a seductive embrace.

“Gentlemen.” Mrs Revers looks over the rim of her blue glasses, her large breasts held tightly by a creamy-white blouse, a jacket hanging over the back of her chair.

“Sit.”

We sit.

“Exams are right around the corner. As I’m sure you’ve been preparing diligently for.” Her eyes move away from mine and send an almost piercing glare towards Marcus, who does his best not to shrink away under her cold stare.

She slides a few sheets of paper towards us both, “Complete this. It has material relevant to the exam.”

The 40-odd minutes are a blur. Completely focused on the task at hand, Marcus and I are silent, our pens scritching on the sheets of paper, hunched over the other side of Mrs. Revers' large Oak desk. Mrs Revers occasionally glances towards us, assessing at what point of her test we have reached. Her face gives nothing away, eventually turning back to the dual monitors that sit slightly on the left of her desk, her fingers dashing across the keyboard as she types.

Mrs Revers takes less than 10 minutes to look over both our tests. She has truly mastered the art of the poker face because I have no idea what’s on her mind as those sharp green eyes move across the papers. To our collective shock, her nose crinkles as she puts Marcus's paper down, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose.

“You have similar scores, but you both fail at completely different areas.”

“Oh?” I say dumbly. Marcus is no better; his eyes are focused as I see them visibly drop down to her chest as she’s distracted with her eyes closed.”

She nods in response. “Okay. I can hardly have the students I’m personally tutoring embarrass me in front of the rest of the faculty.” She looks at Marcus. “Friday night, my office at 5 pm.” She turns to me. “And then you, 6:30 pm.” She sighs. “We’ll go through your individual weaknesses; there’s no point making you come together.” Marcus barely holds back his snicker. She waves her hand at us, dismissing us hurriedly. “Leave now. Dismissed.” She bites her lower lip in frustration.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Revers?” Marcus asks.

She nods, “Yes, yes, exams are a stressful time for professors as well, believe it or not. I’ll see you both on Friday.” A sense of finality tinged in her voice.

As we step out of the office to leave, she calls out past me towards Marcus.

“Oh, Marcus.” Her eyes soften. “That was very nice, thank you.” She smiles before looking back at the screens in front of her.

Marcus cracks his knuckles as we make our way down the hallway. “Phase Seduction and compliments: begin.”

“What?”

His eyes light up as he regards me, and unearned confidence fills the air around him. “My multiple-phase plan to fuck my professor.” He states matter-of-factly.