Back to the old grind.

Bridget and I were holding hands as we walked towards the gymnasium. I kept frowning with a red face but I was secretly happy that Bridget was so intimate with me. My primary concern was all the attention we were getting. Fortunately, as it has recently come to my attention, not many people recognize me as the stern professor without my glasses; which were left behind in my desk. So there was no danger of anyone finding out that a teacher was now dating a student. What was really catching everyone's glances was the fact that my glasses were not the only thing that got left behind. I was shirtless walking hand in hand with a hot blonde. As to how I misplaced my shirt and coat, I noticed that they were conveniently misplaced once Scarlet and Ingrid left the room. Those bitches, if my pants weren't around my ankles when the left they probably would have swiped those too. My face got even hotter as I recalled the memory of me plowing Bridget on my desk all the while her two friends filmed the whole thing...twice!! How humiliating!

I slapped my free palm in my face and Bridget snuggled closer to me as we walked. "You alright love?"

I tried to control the flutters in my heart. "Bridget...darling...I agreed to become your boyfriend but do we have to do so much PDA?" I shook our locked hands "It's embarrassing enough that I have to gallivant through the campus topless thanks to those thieving peeping toms you call friends."

"Maybe they did take your shirt, maybe they didn't." Bridget didn't flat out deny it. "I just wanted to hold hands for our first little walk together as a couple. Besides, all your clothes are going to come off anyway and this also lets all those creeps who hit on me that I am unavailable."

I flinched. "Wait! Some people were hitting on you? Who? Give me their names and I will have them kicked out of Intectus immediately!"

Bridget laughed. "That is so sweet Ave, never took you for the jealous type."

I flushed once again. Shit she was right. We have not been dating for all of ten minutes (not including the sex straight at the beginning) and I was already behaving like the jealous boyfriend. I decided to tighten my lips together to keep myself from saying any more embarrassing things as we marched toward the gym.

As for the people who watched the muscular shirtless man on a romantic stroll with the pretty foreigner, some of them were bold enough to come talk to us. Bridget would quickly identify us as a couple regardless of my many protests. She was without shame, even going as far as to kiss me right in front of various interlopers who asked about us. That was nerve-wrecking for so many reasons. At least she gave me an alias, so that anyone who asked wouldn't identify me as an educator. She named me as 'Clark'. "Why 'Clark'?" I asked. "Because no one recognizes you without the glasses, Superman." She would answer. It was almost endearing but I still rolled my eyes.

Though I almost had a panic attack on the way over, we finally reached the gym. The place where I was going to leave the rest of my clothes and move on to the football field. Can't say I was looking forward to our first lover's stroll to end.