Free Her Teacher's Temptation by Alexandra Vos Page B

what uni is going to be like then maybe
I'll just not go at all.”
     
    Ollie smirked.
“Don't worry, they're not all this terrible.”
     
    The lecture
felt like it had been going on forever, even though the clock told me it had
been an hour. His monotonous voice had been enough to send anyone to sleep and if
it hadn’t been for the fact there were only about twenty of us in the hall, I
probably would have drifted off. What astounded me more was how everyone else
seemed completely absorbed in him. Maybe I was just misreading their boredom.
     
    “I'm assuming
you brought something to entertain yourself with in that ridiculous suitcase. Because
I really did bring loads of marking to do. You should probably rehearse your
reading or something.”
     
    “Yeah, I
brought some work to do.” I figured we were probably going to eat dinner first,
though. “So what, do we have tea like just us or with the whole group?” We were
all filtering out of the hall now to go to the hotel. We wouldn't be really
doing much else with the university until tomorrow.
     
    “I think we
have to eat as a group,” he complained, keeping his voice low as we hung around
the back of the group of people. “I'm not sure if there's like a students’ and
teachers’ table, though. I really hope that's not the case. We have to be at
the restaurant for six, according to this email,” he read the document he’d
printed off before coming. “So that gives us like half an hour to do whatever.”
     
    “We don't have
to dress up for dinner, do we?” I really couldn't be bothered with that. Plus,
I'd only brought two nice outfits and I didn't want to wear the same thing for
dinner and the reading – the first outfit wasn’t appropriate for anything other
than a club. Ollie probably could have done a better job of explaining exactly
what was happening this weekend before we came.
     
    “I don't think
so.”
     
    Mine and
Ollie's rooms were next to each other, as I presumed all the teachers and
students were, along one long corridor. I supposed it was a good idea to
practice my reading until it was time for dinner. It wasn't necessary to know
my piece off by heart, but the judges would think it was better if I wasn't
staring at my notes the whole time. Plus 2,000 words really wasn't that many
and I'd practised it plenty over the last week.
     
    When it came to
dinner, I pouted as I realised that it was indeed separate teacher and student
tables. The people sat around the other table were all sat in silence, looking
a bit awkward, and I wasn’t going to be able to deal with that.
     
    These weren’t
going to be my kind of people, I could already tell. I was being horribly
judgmental, but their groomed appearances and branded clothes had me feeling
uneasy. I wasn’t one of them. I was never going to be one of that group.
     
    Another reason
Oxbridge hadn’t been in my considerations for university.
     
    Mr. Wright and
I shared a look of distaste. I suspected it'd be particularly bad for him since
all the other teachers I'd seen looked at least twice as old as him.
     
    Our tables were
just out of earshot of each other and we all introduced ourselves and said
where we were from. Five girls and one boy; everyone except for a Scottish girl
sporting accents similar to Ollie’s that were somehow nowhere near as
attractive.
     
    After we'd
picked from the limited options for food, everyone leant forward slightly as
the girl beside me asked a question they apparently all wanted the answer to.
“That guy is your teacher?” Brenna, she'd said her name was, inquired not even
bothering to hide her surprise.
     
    I nodded. I
supposed at the private schools these people went to there were no teachers
under the age of 40 since they probably required lots of experience. “Yeah,” I
admitted. “He was new this year.”
     
    “I wished we
had teachers that handsome at our school.” Another sighed wistfully from the
corner of the table. “Is he as nice as