8

Victoria's Pov

I was in front of her door.

Footsteps approach the door from behind, and I know that Iris is about to open it-- her dad and brother still out.

I brace myself for her anger, knowing she's probably still pissed at me.

But, I had nowhere to turn to, my home was the only place I felt safe. Now, there was a random woman in there for the first time in years.

It's just a lot to take in.

I'll get over it, I just need time.

I can't go to professor for help. She's my professor, like she said, not my mom. She helped me enough, being my personal uber for the day.

The door swings open, seeing a tired face. Her eyes traveled up to me, her eyes softening as she saw tears in mine.

"I don't want to fight anymore." I whisper shakily.

"Vic, what happened?" She said concerned before taking my bags from my hands. "Come in, come in."

The second I stepped inside, my emotions all just hit me, especially when she looked back at me with those sympathetic eyes.

She closed the door swiftly behind me, placing my bags down against the wall.

In a quick move, she wrapped her arms around my body. I did the same, cuddling into her as she held me close.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, my hands tugging the back of her shirt. Ashamed that she's seeing me like this, I cover my face in the crook of her neck.

We just stand there as I finally calmed down, every few seconds sniffing.

"You're soaking wet." She laughs, trying to ease the mood.

I let go of a weak chuckle, "Sorry."

"Don't apologize." She whispered, "You can hop in my shower, okay? Then we'll talk. I'll get you some warm clothes."

"I know you and I have been fighting lately. I-I just need you right now. I need my best friend."

My voice was trembling, still shaken up. She had her clothes neatly placed out for me while I was showering, a black tank top and red plaided shorts.

"I'll just start from the beginning." I take a deep breath in and sit down on her bed besides her, crossing my legs as I reach the middle. "About Carol, I'm so so sorry, Iris. I don't know why I offered her to hang out with us... The way she acted that day manipulated me into thinking she deserved better friends. But you never know, maybe it was just great acting."

Iris opened her mouth to speak, but I quickly placed a finger against her lips. "Ah! Let me finish." I warn, taking my hand away.

"And about professor..." I start, but Iris didn't listen to me and started speaking.

"I couldn't care less about her- well, them, right now. I want to know what made you cry. What happened?" She spoke, "Is it a guy? Do you want me to track him and punch him where the sun doesn't shine?"

I couldn't help but to chuckle, shaking my head as I do. "No, no...well... kind of." My laugh and smile slowly disappear, "It's my dad." Her eyebrows raised, listening carefully. "He brought a woman inside the house."

"Wait what?" She asked, eyes widening. She took a pause before humming, hesitating as she said, "I guess... there's nothing wrong with... moving on?"

She was lying, I could tell.

She's furious just as much as I am.

With a loud groan, swinging my hands up above my head, I fall back onto the bed. My head lands on the pillow as my eyes lock onto the moving ceiling-fan. Iris lay down next to me on her side, leaning on her arm as she stares with those big, concerned eyes.

"Uh-huh" I sigh, "I know I should be happy for him. I was just so shocked when I saw them together... She looks younger than my dad."

"Oh." Iris scoffs, "I wouldn't be happy for him, and I'm actually not."

Great, she's honest now.

Curious, I turn on my side too, now staring right into her eyes.

"Why not?"

"Listen, you have the coolest dad in the word, but I loved your mom more." She spoke softly, "Your mom was like a mom to me growing up without a mother figure. She also made me feel loved, you know? That's why I always say you're practically my sister." We both chuckle.

"And that's why I guess I was a bit harsh on you when you called professor your mom... Plus, I don't like her very much...even if she's hot."

"When do you ever like any professor?"

"Good point."

I hum, "Why do you not like her?"

Iris tilted her head with raised eyebrows, debating whether or not she should spill the tea. I wave my hand, gesturing her to tell me.

There's clearly something she wants to say, but it doesn't seem like she can. Her eyes locked with any other object in her room as she chewed on her bottom lip, stuck in her thoughts.

With a deep breath, she looks back at me.

"When you called her 'mom' there was this weird look in her eyes."

"What look?"

She paused.

"Lust."

I stare blankly at her as the room fell with silence.

I burst out laughing, but Iris was unamused.

"I'm serious." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious too when I say you're so weird." I continue giggling in between words.

"I'm serious!"

"No, you're not!"

"Yes, I am!"

"Shut up!" I laugh.

That's when Iris groaned loudly and stared at me. There was no hint giving away that she's joking.

My smile drops.

My eyes slowly widen.

She's serious.

Iris wiggled herself closer to me, taking my wrist and gripping it tightly. My lips part slowly, still in shock. I couldn't see a reason if she's lying or not, she looked sincere.

"She has a mommy kink."

Aggressively, I slap her hand away and hit her across the face with a pillow. She grunted, then groaned as she fell onto her back.

She pushed herself back onto her side. "Listen, I had my fair share with girls before. I know how they think, and I've definitely seen those eyes before; and how they react to getting called 'mom', especially the rich, older ones."

I processed what she had to say, and started to frown. Slowly, the weight of her words sink in. My eyes widen with every inch I lower myself back on the bed; and cuddle with the soft, fluffy pillow.

"No." I whisper, "T-That's not okay."

Everyone knows that Professor Garcia is attractive. She's tall, flowing brown hair, emerald green eyes that can kill any man, in this case, woman, in a second.

But, that didn't mean I'm attracted to her? I mean, I get if I were to be a lesbian, I'd fall for her.

Though, I'm not.

I turned to Iris, her eyes searching mine for a reaction. I didn't know what to say.

"What should I do? I- I mean, now that you said that, I can't face her!"

Iris is messing with my head, surely!

"Well, maybe we prove my theory right by seducing her? I'll give you some pointers, like the lip bite technique, dropping the pencil, exposing cleavage, leaning on her desk--"

"Wait, wait, wait." I interrupt, shocked, "You want me to seduce her when you just said she... she... maybe has a thing for me?" I stare at her in disbelief, "What if you're right!? No!"

"Like I said, it's a theory! Maybe I'm wrong... but there's only one way to find out."

"She's my professor!" I said, "Listen, only because we hangout and talk about personal stuff doesn't mean anything."

Iris raise an eyebrow at me and my face drops.

"Oh shit. We share personal stuff."

Iris gave me a cocky, told-you-so, look. "That's not normal."

On the one hand, I'm not a lesbian. On the other hand, the thought that it's Daniela is a bit strange. She's my professor. I'm her student... Just like she said in the car ride.

I find it amusing as well as weird, I can't believe I pulled an older woman, it makes me feel humbled. Even if she's not that much older.

That is, if Iris is correct with all of this. If professor doesn't feel the same way, I'll just be embarrassing myself then she'll think I'm the one that wants to get in her pants.

I stare up at the ceiling again, my mind consumed with my thoughts and doubts. Should I take the risk and see where it leads? Or should I ignore Iris' comments and just continue to see professor as nothing more than a lecturer...

I flip on my stomach and slam my face into the other pillows. "Fuck it." I mumble into it, "I'll do it."

"Good girl." Iris smirked.

I pulled my face up and look at her with warning eyes. "But I swear if she actually tries something with me, I'm stopping."

"Boring! Why'd you agree to seduce her if you don't want to do anything with her?"

"You made me skeptical." I said, "I need to know."

Iris sighs before rolling out of her bed and lands on her feet. "Well, then. Let's go make some popcorn, watch Deadpool, and then give you your seducing lessons." She grins, doing a tiny dance like the Salsa as she walks out of her room.

I rush after her. "I'm going to regret this."