My Professor Is My Alpha Mate
#Chapter 220 Lunch with Miss Emily

Lila's POV

"Hello, Lila. How was your weekend?”

"Oh, hey, Miss Emily,” I said as I approached the art room.

Miss Emily stood outside the door wearing a beautiful, dotted dress that rested just above her knees and a pair of knee-high boots. Her short curly brown hair was pinned out of her face and rested just above her shoulders. She also wore very light makeup; I liked Miss Emily because she always had such a natural and comforting look. She was very beautiful.

Last year, I remembered she had an obvious crush on Enzo. He never paid much attention to her though and I knew it upset her. She was young, maybe in her mid-twenties. She was also mate-less. I know she will find her mate soon though; she’s way too kind-hearted and sweet to go without a mate for much longer. The moon goddess will bless her; I'm sure of it.

But in the meantime, regardless of whatever crush she had on my mate, Miss Emily will always be my favorite art professor.

“It was nice; I spent time with family,” I told her some of the truth, but obviously not all of it.

"How are your parents doing?”

“They are doing good. They say hi,” I lied, but she didn't need to know that.

“Well, tell them I said hello,” she said in return with a pleasant smile. “Would you like to have lunch together this evening? I'd like to hear about your summer as well. We didn't get a chance to talk much.”

“I would like that,” I said in return.

"Oh, good,” she said, her smile widening.

I went into the art room and found my easel; we didn't really have any assigned seating. But I liked a particular section in the classroom; mainly because I could see the front perfectly and yet I wasn't too close. It was also a little bit away from everyone else, so I didn't feel smothered.

Most students in the class had a particular easel they enjoyed the most and this one happened to be mine. When I sat down on the stool, I began to organize my brushes from smallest to biggest. Miss Emily already got the paint set up in their rightful places, so I didn’t have to worry about that. Usually, if I got here early enough, I would set up the paint for her. But it seemed she had gotten here way earlier.

The class filled up soon after and I said hello to some familiar faces as they found their own seats. Miss Emily soon joined, standing in front of the class near her own easel, which happened to be facing the class for our viewing.

I heard excited whispers from all around me.

Miss Emily looked around at all the students.

“Like a mural?” She asked, glancing at me.

"Yes!" I said excitedly. “We could all contribute to it; that way no one is left out. I could gather meaningful pictures from each student around the school and we could paint them as a class. Everybody here is talented enough to do that.”

“I love that idea! Lila could help us mix the colors for everyone's skin tone,” someone else chimed in. “It would be huge! Everybody in school would see it!" Another said excitedly.

I looked back up at Miss Emily who had a smile on her face.

“Let me speak with the school board and see what we can do,” she said. “I'll let you know.” Everybody cheered happily and as we began to pack our things to leave for our next classes, some walked by me and told me they loved my ideas and that I did a great job.

I felt my face blushing as I smiled at them.

Just before I left, Miss Emily said, “Come by my office at lunch and we can eat together and talk.” "Sounds great,” I said with a beaming smile.

On that note, I turned and left for my next class, Werewolf History.

History wasn't as fun as art class, but I was good at most subjects, so it was a breeze to get by. We read the first couple of chapters in our history books and then took a pop quiz. Mr. Edwards typically graded pop quizzes before class was over and it wasn't a surprise to me that I got an A+. I heard a couple of others groaning from nearby and I looked over a girl and a couple of boys that were staring at their papers with upset expressions.

“I can't believe I failed,” one of the boys muttered. “I thought for sure I'd pass this time.”

“If 1 don't pass the next quiz, they will kick me off the football team and I might lose my scholarship,” the other boy said.

“I got a C, but to my parents, that's practically failing. They are paying a lot of money to have me attend this school and they expect perfect grades. What am I going to do if I don’t understand the history of my own species?” The girl said through her teeth.

“I can tutor you,” I said, staring between them all.

They all looked at me with shocked expressions.

"What?" The girl asked.

“I can tutor you,” I repeated. “I have some time around 4 pm. We can go to the library and study before dinner.”

“Are you sure?” The football player asked, raising his brows. “Hey, wait... aren't you Brody's friend?” I nodded.

“Yes, I am,” I answer. “And yes, I'm sure. I'd like to help you however I can.”

They all looked around at each other before looking at me with wide smiles.

“4 pm in the library it is,” the girl answered for all three of them.

I smiled in return and packed up my things to head to my next class, which was math. After Math was English and After English was lunch.

Usually, I would go to the cafeteria and eat with my friends, but Miss Emily wanted to eat together. So, I grabbed my lunch hand and went straight to her office which was evidently on the top floor of the cafeteria building.

Miss Emily sat at her desk, eating a salad, when I arrived.

"Oh, good! You are here,” she said with a kind smile. “Sit down.”

I nodded, shutting the door behind me, and sat in the seat in front of her.

"I feel like we haven't really spoken in a while. I wanted to hear all about your trip and your new job with Miss Cassidy-Ann. But mainly, I wanted to hear about your trip to Monstro. Did you and Alpha Enzo have a nice time?”

Crash!

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