Obsessed with my Good Girl Professor

Isabelle

There are a list of things a person should never do to their twin sister and at the top of that list; roofie their drink.

The two small green pills feel wrong sitting in my palm, the palpitations of my heart feels more wrong too but the rate at which my sister has been moving these past few weeks is even more worse. Mom and Dad has been complaining and the last thing I need was her interfering in my new job, so without considering any further, I drop the pills in her drink and give it a good stir.

“Here! Drink this.” I shout into her ear over the sound of the loud Techno music. We are in a Frat party which I have no idea how Annabelle got access to seeing that she was neither a college student nor a student of Pinnacle University.

I had gotten a message from Tony -my friend, her frenemy- that she would be at this party and I immediately followed up with her and found her here. She was shocked to see me, pissed even but allowed me go in with her on accounts of ‘driving her home when she’s drunk off her ass’. I was just glad she didn’t put up a fight else my plans for her tonight would have gone down the drain.

“Look at you being all fun, Isa.” She yells as she takes the drink from me and takes a gulp. “ I like this side of you. Fun Isabelle not the boring, goodie-two-shoes, perfect daughter Isabelle.”

I roll my eyes on the old name calling and teasing and take a sip of my club soda waiting for the drug to kick in. I don’t know how long it’s meant to be so I’m a bit anxious. I check my phone again for the message Tony had sent; Epsilon frat house, Pinnacle Uni. Rm 15; Keffa’s room. That was where we are meant to meet in the next… ten minutes.

“Anna, can you come with me to the bathroom, please?”

She gives me a once over with narrowed brows. “Hell no! I came here to have fun and you are not a three year old so find your way to the bathroom.” She scoffs.

I bite my lower lip as I scan the whole party area and the first floor to make sure I am in the clear and try to find an alternative. Anna can be bullheaded and if this is one of those times, I need a second plan.

Just as Tony had assured me over the phone, I was in the clear. The party lights were red and dull, so it was hard to see anyone and what their mothers is up to

‘Get her passed out and weak. Call me and I’d come get her and drive her straight to rehab. I promise.’

I believe him and Anna really need to go back to rehab that’s why I’m doing something I would have never imagined doing to help her.

“Come on, Anna, please. I really need to use the bathroom and you know this isn’t usually my scene. Please, just a minute and we will come back to the party. Please.”

Anna groans and downs her drink in one go. “Fine, I need to splash water on my face anyway. I don’t want to believe I’m getting tipsy with just two drinks. Come on, lead the way.”

Taking her hand in mine, we climb up the stairs and spill into the hallway where the line to the bathroom is longer than the Kilimanjaro.

Anna turns to me, her face red as beet. “Are you fucking kidding me, Isabelle?” Every eye in the line turns to look at us and I bite down on my tongue to keep myself from visibly shrinking into my body. “Why would you drag me here knowing the line is this long.”

Alongside drinking problems, my sister has anger issues that management classes couldn’t control. I grab her arm tighter and lean closer to her.

“If you could just be calm for a second, you’d know I have an alternative. Follow me.” Dragging her behind me, I walk to the last room at the end of the hallway.

Room 15; the most feared room in Epsilon Frat house. Keffa’s room.

Tony had mentioned that it was always open but no one dared go into the room because of who the owner, Keffa, is. Never would I have imagined coming near this door but now, with everything at stake, I grab the knob, twist it and the door pushes open.

My heartbeat triples at the thought of being caught in Keffa’s room.

What would it mean for me?

What would be my fate in this school?

Would Keffa report me? A lecturer breaking into a student’s room.

I cannot disappoint my parents. Not after everything that is going with Annabelle and everything that happened with Kevin.

I cannot fail. Everything is riding on me.

“Shit, you are on some things tonight, Goodie,” Anna says with excitement in her voice. “Breaking and entering? Never would have imagined that for you. I need to get you to go out more often.”

Anna’s words pulls me out of my spiraling. I open the door enough to let us through and close it behind us.

I toss my purse to the bed. “Just stay here while I pee. And don’t touch anything, Anna. I mean it.”

“Fuck you, too. I just wanted to lie down a bit, I feel dizzy.”

My heart skips a beat. “Dizzy?” Does that mean the drug is working? I added two, is it too much?

“Yeah. Just tipsy. I’ll splash water on my face when you’re done and I’ll be just f-“ she falls into the bed and doze off.

Lilies! Is she passed out? I bite my lip as beads of sweat begins forming on my forehead. I hope it’s just the drugs working. I really do not want to kill my sister.

Grabbing my purse, I take out my phone and pull up Tony’s number.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” A deep voice says from behind me as I try to dial the number. “Drop your phone in your purse and hand it to me. Now.”

The voice was masculine but not Keffa’s -thank God- but what if it was one of his faithful minions? I have not encountered the Epsilon boys first hand but I’ve heard of them. My colleagues made sure to fill me in on that on my first day of work so I am aware of what they can do.

I bite hard on my lip, a metallic tang burst into my mouth. “It’s not what you think, I promise.”

“Put the phone in your purse, turn around and hand it to me.” I want to quickly dial Tony’s number and end the call, he’d know something is up and rush to me immediately but I don’t want to put him in this situation with college students so I lock my screen, put it in my purse and hand it to him.

“And…cut.”

My face fly up they almost break off my neck. Has he been recording me? “Have you been recording me?”

“You mean this little thing? Only since you dipped your hand into your pocket to get those pills.”

“If you knew what I was going to do whey didn’t you stop me?”

“I wanted to see how far you’d go and you really went far. Calling Tony to do what? Rape your friend while you watch? Do you know how much of a sick psycho you’d have to be to even think of drugging someone not to talk more of implementing it?”

His baritone voice grows thicker and deathly as he closed up the space between us.

“It’s not what I think.”

He hums. “But I know what I saw.” He grips my jaw and brings my face up. “You see these eyes, they work. And do does my camera.”

I look up and in his eyes, and for the first time since our interaction, my eyes register his face.

Preppy. Blue-eyed. Young.

Preston Du Pont!

Holy fresh cookies!