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3rd Person

The lecture was the longest and most boring part of the day, but Dixie found it fascinating. She was wide awake and taking notes while everyone else had their heads buried in their desks or were half asleep. He had been watching her from the moment he walked into the classroom, and she had no idea.

His talk focused on the various aspects of human conduct and how they influence a person's emotions and actions. The words almost enthralled her, whereas the only thing that fascinated the other female students was the prospect of sleeping with him. They wouldn't let him off the hook, and Dixie realized how disgusted he was, and for some odd reason, she was disgusted as well.

He asked, frightening the students away from taking notes and waking the ones that were asleep, "Does anyone in here do Literature?" Dixie considered raising her hand, but her apprehension prevented her from doing so. Noah noticed some anxiety and, being the domineering man that he is, he had to prod it.

"Young lady in front with brown hair," he said, addressing her. She looked around, unsure who he was talking about.

"I think it's you, Dixie," Kate said ominously to her.

"Are you talking-," she asked.

"Who else could it be? Is there another brow-, "

He began speaking in an obnoxious manner, but Dixie wasn't amused, whether or not he's her professor.

She spat at him and folded her arms, saying, "You don't have to be disrespectful to me, Mr. Beck, and yes, I do Advanced Literature." Heavy emphasis was placed on the Advanced. The entire class was stunned; they couldn't believe she had done such a thing. Dixie would never disrespect him, but she would also not tolerate being mistreated.

"What a smart mouth you have," he scoffed as he began to walk around the room. "What books do you read in your spare time?" he inquired. "Or do you not to read?"

"Sir, your presumption is dismissive, but I've read Pride and Prejudice, and you strike me nothing far from Darcy."

"Ms. D'Amelio, you have a unique way of phrasing this." He chuckled softly and rubbed his chin. "In any case, I'm not sure Elizabeth Bennett would have made the cut." He continued to pace while rolling his eyes.

"When Darcy was the one who was following her?" She refuted. "That's a really misogynistic thing to say. It's always the powerful males, or those who believe they are," She guffawed.

This statement had a bigger impact on his ego than he'd care to admit. She had no right to question his authority but he was intrigued at the fact she did without care or fear.

"There's a distinction to be made between sexism and factuality, but I'll concede that. Isn't it true that a man's desire for a woman has nothing to do with her incompetence?"

"True, but women back then didn't have many rights, and he took advantage of her ignorance. Some might even call it mental rape, but who are we to question Jane Austen's work? "She smirked at him with an evil grin.

The discussion on this book drew the attention of the entire class. The majority didn't take Literature, and if they did, they didn't read or pay attention.

He remembered, "Jane Austen, the author of the novel 'Pride and Prejudice', which was published in 1810."

"Actually, the year is 1813. The year 1810 was the speculation. Mr. Beck, shouldn't you be aware of this?" She asked, testing him.

He clenched his teeth with the prospect of being wrong in this regard. He had a great sense of wisdom about him but that's doesn't mean he's always right. "The year is 1810. Is there anyone willing to rectify?"

"It's 1813 sir," a random student shouted, "the article says Pride and Prejudice is a romantic novel by Jane Austen, published anonymously in three volumes in 1813. It has inspired many stage and screen productions, one notable adaptation being a 1995 TV miniseries starring Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth. The speculation date of this novel was brought about in November, 1810."

"I believe I am entitled to credit for proving you wrong."

"I'm a psychology professor, not a history teacher."

"Ah," she sarcastically chuckled, "the sight of a man who can't admit when he's wrong and lost to a female student."

As he was about to finish speaking, the bell rang again, signaling that they needed to be dismissed for their other class. Dixie's heart was in her throat the entire time, but being a brat and a submissive has its advantages. Noah was completely captivated by her. She had shown to be so much more than a student in his class, and he would delve into this no matter what it took.

"Okay that's it for today, get your assignments done and I'll see most of you tomorrow, assuming you don't drop this class by now and the morning and Ms. D'Amelio," he said, and turned to face her, "it was a great conversation," he winked and walked out.

He frightened her, but in a good way. He could take command and be domineering, which was the one quality she desired in a man. The frat lads, unfortunately, will never be like this. And she could never get close enough to Noah to get that form of relationship from him.

She finally got a break and took advantage of it by going out to lunch with Kate and Larry. Fortunately, they all had comparable schedules and timings, so everything fell into place.

"Girlies, he's hot," Larray fawned. She knew it. Larray was gay. There wasn't a thing wrong with being gay, but she just had a gut feeling from there first meet.

"Larray," Kate shouted, "You're so fucking loud!"

"But Dixie," he said, turning to dramatically face her, "Look at him. Isn't he hot?"

"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged and shied away from the conversation. The professor and his attractiveness, would always be in the 'no talk' file for her.

Dixie knew she was deceiving herself, but in this environment, students are only expected to want one thing from their teachers: an education.

Luckily, Dixie was able to distinguish between her wants and her need.

After they ate lunch , the day went by fast and smoothly. Dixie returned to her apartment after exchanging numbers to start her assignments.

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"Yes mom, it was a good day but I have homework," she told Heidi over the phone.

Dixie grew up in Connecticut but moved to Los Angeles with her parents after receiving the college acceptance letter. She only has one sibling, a sister, with whom she is best friends. Charli was well-known on social media, so their entire family was well-known.

Dixie had to move to an apartment owned and operated by her school's admin system because her family's residence was roughly 2 hours away and that back and forth, would be hectic.

Despite the distance, her parents drove all the way out to see her. She loved her family and would go to great lengths to please them.

The call concluded with, "OK, bye mum, I love you."

Human nature is sceptical. It follows the path and plane of expression of our emotions and thoughts. Someone could be...

She began her research by delving into aberrant behavior and the factors that influence bondage partnerships. Her intention was that the professor would read this work of literature and focus on the fact that she did the assignment rather than why she wrote about the topics she did. She explored the internet for articles, books, and videos to help her finish her research, and she even came across stuff that he had written or for which he was credited as a contributor. He and his brains intrigue her once more.

After a few hours of writing, she proudly concluded her essay and put the assignment in her bag. The night fell quickly and she went off into deep slumber. 

Noah

Something about this particular pupil has piqued my interest. She is both intelligent and difficult, yet there is something else about her. She appears timid and worried, yet she isn't hesitant to put me to the test. I've been teaching for a few years and have yet to meet a student who is fascinated with Jane Austen's novels. Most readers go back to 2002, but her mind goes all the way back to the 1800s. She has a promising future in front of her.

I sat in my office, attempting to come up with a speech to give. Being a powerful guy in this world is exhausting, but I'll make it.

Bryce strolled in and asked, "Do you ever stop working?" That idiot.

"It depends on how much money I'll lose," I replied with a smile.

"We both know that you'll keep your billionaire status. What are you doing here so late?"

"Working? What does it look like I'm doing?" I sometimes worry that my best friend isn't the wisest man on the planet and that's something I don't want on my reputation.

Bryce winked and said, "Tell me about your day, honey." I'm also concerned about his sexuality, but Halley will undoubtedly bring him up to speed.

"Oh, stop up," I said, rolling my eyes, "My day was, to put it mildly, fascinating."

"In what way did you-"

"She's unique. I can see she's not scared to be bossy, yet she's also submissive." I interrupted his statements and began speaking. "A lover of literature and very knowledgeable, she's also quite attractive," I said. It was wrong of me to think about her in this light, but I couldn't stop myself.

"She?" Bryce couldn't figure out what was going on. He asked, "She who?"

"My student," I confessed, a little sheepishly. It's not about her; no male should feel ashamed of such a woman.

"Noah...," Bryce murmured, his voice cautious.

"I know, but it won't go very far." "It's just a simple admiration," I say.

"Let's hope that's the case."

Isn't hope an incredible thing?