Eliza decides to leave.

Knowing that her body couldn't take a round two, Eliza gathers the rest of her clothes and heads home. Her urge has been quelled, so there really isn't a reason to stay. Besides, it's really late and she has class tomorrow. Peeking out into the hallway, she sees no one in sight. Slipping through the door, Eliza makes her way back to her dorm.

Unlocking the door, she finds that Kat is still nowhere to be found. Though that's to be expected since she was with her little boy toy at work. Slumping down onto her bed, Eliza checks her phone to see a new notification. Grimacing at the thought of getting a Kat update, her curiosity gets the better of her. Unlocking her phone, she finds that the notification was not a text, but actually an email from...Mr. Gordon. "Ah shit." Eliza mouths quietly, knowing the exact reason for the email. Opening it just confirms her fears.

Eliza
I warned you about failing this test. Come to my office tomorrow to talk about this further.
Mr. Gordon

Great, just what she wanted, a little one on one chat with Mr. Gordon. Relishing in the pain of his students, Eliza fears exactly what's going to happen to her. Shaking her head, she tries to forget about the meeting. After some time, Eliza finally falls asleep.

Her alarm blares into her ear as she slams down to stop the noise. Starting a pot of coffee, she finds Kat still nowhere to be found. No skin off her bones. After showering and drinking her elixir of life, Eliza heads off to the campus. She takes her time, still somewhat groggy from her lack of sleep. Though she doesn't run into Heather, so silver linings and all that. Getting to class right before it started, she sits down to prepare for the hour long snooze fest.

Barely managing to keep awake during the lecture, she jets out of class as soon as it's dismissed. Eliza begins on her way home, until she remembered about the email. Groaning under her breath, she trudges over to Mr. Gordon's office. Pausing at the door, she steels her nerves and turns the doorknob. Mr Gordon sits in his chair, typing away at his computer.

"Ah, Eliza, I've been...expecting you." He says with a grin, cupping his hands together. "Please, take a seat." Motioning towards the empty seat. Doing as instructed, Eliza sits uncomfortably as Mr. Gordon returns to his computer. After a moment of typing and clicking, he finally turns his attention towards Eliza.

"You know why you're here, so lets cut to the chase. That test you just failed holds all the fundamentals of what I'm trying to teach. Failing that means you won't survive in this class." Mr. Gordon says these words with a sly smirk, relishing in the dread of his student. "So, what do you want to do about it?" Eliza stays frozen, unable to find the words to say anything. Taking a deep breathe, Eliza calms her nerves and opens her mouth.

"I mean...I'm not sure. I was having a rough day, I know I could pass if you gave me another chance." Eliza pleads, giving her best puppy-dog eyes hoping to win him over.

"Second chances don't grow on trees Eliza. They must be earned, and frankly my dear, you haven't earned one yet." Eliza grimaces slightly, both annoyed and worried. She needs to pass this class otherwise the rest of her schooling will be thrown off course, forcing her to take another year of classes. And that wasn't going to happen.

"Please Mr. Gordon, I really need this credit. Isn't there anything I can do?" With these words a weird sensation flowed through her body. It was familiar, but somewhat alien at the same time. She could feel a...yearning sensation. It's similar to her own urges, but it doesn't seem to be emanating from her. The aura that she's feeling seems to be radiating from Mr. Gordon. That's when she notices that Mr. Gordon's body position has changed. Whether consciously or not Mr. Gordon has inched forward in his chair, his legs open presenting his crotch. An idea comes forth, to kill two birds with one stone.

"Mr. Gordon, there must be something I can do?" Eliza acts innocently, posturing slightly forward. Though her shirt was rather modest, from this angle she's sure that Mr. Gordon is getting at least a little look down her cleavage. The aura intensifies, exuding a pressure that feels like it's slapping her in the face. Getting up from her seat, Eliza leans over Mr. Gordon. "Are you sure there's nothing you can do?" Eliza's hand floats downward, tracing the bulge in his pants with her finger.

"I could think of something." He says with a devilish grin.