A 37-year-old female economics professor, Charlie, experiences a brief, illicit romantic encounter with her 19-year-old student, Mike, which ultimately leads to heartbreak and a harsh realization of his manipulative intentions.
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one. My name is Charlie. I am a woman. I
am 37 years old. I have blonde hair and
blue eyes. Some people say I am pretty.
I work as a professor. I teach economics
at a big college. I like my job very
much. My students are young. They have a
lot of energy. My life is usually very
quiet. I go to work every day. After
work, I come home. I read books. I have
some friends, but I am not dating
anyone. I am single.
Sometimes I feel a little lonely in my
quiet life.
This semester, a new student came into
my economics class. His name is Mike. He
is very young. He is only 19 years old.
He has dark hair and a nice smile. He
always sits in a chair near the front of
the room. Ike is a clever student. He
understands economics well. He asks good
questions about the lessons. But
sometimes I see him looking at me. He
looks at me when I am teaching. He looks
at me when I am writing on the board. It
is a different way of looking. It is not
like how the other students look at me.
It is a look I notice.
After class, Mike often stayed. Other
students left quickly, but Mike waited.
He always had something to say to me. It
was usually about the lesson, but
sometimes it was more.
He would look at me and smile. Professor
Charlie, he said one afternoon. Your
lecture today was really interesting.
You explain things very well. His eyes
looked friendly when he said this.
Another time he said, "You look very
nice today, professor. I like that color
on you." He said it quietly and I felt
my face get warm. I was surprised by his
words. He was my student. He was only 19
years old. My mind started to think.
Charlie, be careful. I told myself, this
is not right. He was too young for me
and I was his professor.
There was a rule about this. It was
wrong to have these kinds of talks.
When he tried to talk about things that
were not economics, I tried to stop him.
Mike, I would say, making my voice sound
strong. Do you have a question about the
lesson? We should talk about economics.
I wanted to be professional. I needed to
set a clear line. I told him, "My
personal life is my own, Mike, and yours
is yours." I tried to show him that our
talks must only be about college and lessons.
lessons.
I tried to push away the strange feeling
his words gave me, but it was difficult.
A small part of me felt a little bit
happy when he said nice things.
It had been a long time since someone
paid me this kind of attention. It felt
nice to be noticed, but I knew it was a
bad idea. I knew I had to be strong. I
had to be careful. He was my student,
and that was the most important thing.
I tried hard to remember this every time
he stayed after class. Three, a holiday
away. I tried very hard to be a good
professor. When Mike talked to me, I
only talked about economics. I said
things like, "Do you have a question
about the lesson, Mike?" I did not want
to talk about other things. He was my
student and I was his teacher.
This was very important. I knew it was
wrong to think about him in a different
way. I told myself this many times.
Charlie, be careful. I thought he is
much too young for you. This is not
right. I tried to keep a professional
distance between us. I did not want any
problems at work. My job as a professor
was very important to me. It was my
life. But Mike continued to look at me
in a special way. He continued to smile
at me after class. He sometimes said
nice things, but I tried not to listen
to them. It was difficult to ignore him
completely. A small part of me deep
inside felt a little happy when he paid
attention to me like that. It had been a
very long time since someone looked at
me with such interest.
It felt nice to feel noticed again, but
I knew it was not right for a teacher
and a student. I pushed the feeling away.
away.
I focused on my teaching and my
research. The weeks went by quickly. The
end of the semester was coming soon. I
felt very, very tired. Teaching is hard
work and this semester felt harder than
usual. I needed a break from everything.
I needed to get away from college, from
the city, from the difficult feelings I
had sometimes. I wanted to forget about
work for a while. I wanted to rest and
relax. I looked online for a holiday. I
found a beautiful island. It was very
far away from my home.
It looked like a place with lots of sun
and quiet beaches.
It seemed perfect for a tired person
like me. I decided to book a trip there.
I thought I will go to this island. I
will sit on the beach under the sun. I
will read books and listen to the sea. I
will swim in the warm water. I will not
think about work. I will not think about
college. I will not think about
students. I will not think about money.
I packed my bag slowly. I felt ready for
the holiday. I needed the sun and the
peace very much. I hoped the trip would
help me forget about everything
difficult and just feel calm. I just
needed a simple holiday away from my
normal life. I looked forward to leaving
the city and flying to the warm sunny
island. It felt like a good plan. A plan
to rest, to forget, and to find some
peace before we meet again. I was on a
beautiful island for my holiday. I
needed to rest. I was sitting at a bar
on the beach. The evening was warm and
nice. I had a cool drink in my hand.
The sound of the sea was quiet. There
was soft music. I felt very relaxed and
far away from my normal life at college.
Suddenly, I heard a voice. It called my
name. Charlie. Professor Charlie. I
turned around quickly. My eyes went wide
with surprise.
Standing there was Mike, my student from college.
college.
He was with some friends. I could not
believe it. Mike was here on this small
island at the same time as me. It seemed impossible.
impossible.
Mike walked towards me. He had that
smile he used in class. Hello, Professor
Charlie. He said, "This is amazing. What
are you doing here?" I said, "Hello,
Mike. I am on holiday." He stopped near
my table. His friends were watching.
Wow, he said again. Meeting you here.
It's a crazy surprise.
Yes, I agreed.
A very big surprise, Brienne said. Then
he asked, "Professor, I mean Charlie,
please, can I buy you a drink?" I
thought about it for a moment. We were
not at college now. We were on holiday
far away.
Okay, Mike, I said.
Thank you. Just one drink.
Mike went to the bar. He came back with
a drink and sat with me. His friends
went to sit somewhere else. We started
talking. We had one drink, then we had a
second drink, then a third. We did not
talk about economics, my job, or college
rules. We talked about our lives. We
talked about our dreams and our favorite
things. Mike told me funny stories and
made me laugh a lot.
I felt like a different person. I felt
young and light. I was not Professor
Charlie. I was just Charlie. Mike looked
at me a lot. His eyes were warm. I felt
happy. Later, the bar closed for the
night. We decided to walk on the sand
next to the water. The sky was dark
blue. The moon was large and silver.
Mike took my hand as we walked. His hand
felt warm and strong. My heart started
beating very very fast in my chest. We
stopped walking. He turned to face me.
"Charlie," he said softly, "you are so
different here, away from college,
more relaxed, and
and
you are very beautiful."
I felt shy but also very happy to hear
his words. He leaned closer to me slowly.
slowly.
Then he kissed me. My mind told me, "No,
this is wrong. He is your student." But
my body did not listen. I kissed him
back. The kiss was long and exciting. It
felt like everything else in the world
stopped. After that, we walked from the
beach to the hotel where Mike was
staying. We went to his room. We spent
the night together. There we talked
more. We kissed more.
Five. One night on the island.
It was a night I will not forget. It
felt very new. It felt very exciting.
But deep inside, I knew it also felt a
little bit wrong. He was 19. I was 37.
He was my student. But on that island
for one night, we were just Charlie and
Mike. One drink became two drinks. Then
it was three. We sat at the beach bar.
The music played softly.
We did not talk about economics or
college work. We talked about many other
things. We talked about our lives.
Mike told me about his family and his dreams.
dreams.
I told him a little about my quiet life.
We talked about films we liked and music
we listened to. Mike's friends were with
us sometimes. They were loud and young,
but mostly it was just Mike and me
talking. He was easy to talk to. He made
me laugh many times. I felt happy and
light. I felt like I was young again,
like I was 20 years old, not 37.
I forgot I was Professor Charlie. I was
just Charlie, a woman on holiday. Mike
was not my student here. He was just
Mike, a charming young man. It felt good
to be just Charlie with just Mike.
The bar started to close. People began
to leave. Mike and I walked from the bar
onto the beach. The sand was soft under
our feet. The sky was dark, but the moon
was big and bright. Its light made the
sea silver. We walked slowly near the
water. The air was warm and soft. It was
a beautiful night. Mike stopped walking.
He turned to look at me. He smiled his
nice smile.
You are very different here, Charlie, he
said. Not like in class, more relaxed. I
like this, Charlie. He took my hand. His
hand felt warm and strong around mine.
My heart started to beat very fast like
a little bird inside my chest. I did not
take my hand away. He looked into my
eyes for a long moment. Then he said,
his voice quiet. You are very beautiful, Charlie.
Charlie.
I felt my face grow warm. I felt
confused. I felt happy. I felt a little
scared, too. This was happening.
This was real. Mike leaned closer to me.
He kissed me. It was a soft kiss at
first on my lips. Then it became
a longer kiss. My mind told me, "No,
Charlie, stop. This is wrong. He is your
student." But my body felt warm.
My heart felt full. It said, "Yes, my
body and my heart wanted this."
We kissed more on the beach under the
moon. It felt exciting and a little bit
wild. After some time, Mike asked if I
wanted to come back to his hotel room. I
said yes. We walked from the beach to
his hotel. His room was small. It looked
like a young man's room, a little bit messy.
messy.
We went inside. We talked more. We
kissed more. We spent the night together
in his room. It was a night I will not
forget. It felt very new and very exciting.
exciting.
It felt like I was doing something I
should not do.
It felt a little bit wrong, but in that
moment it felt right. Six. back home and
the cold truth. The next morning, the
sun was bright.
I woke up in Mike's room. My head felt
heavy. Nursed, I felt a strong wave of
guilt. What did I do? He was my student.
This was wrong. But then I also felt a
strange happiness. The night before felt
good. I liked being with him. I felt
alive. Mike woke up. He smiled at me.
"Good morning, Charlie," he said. He
seemed happy, too. "We had breakfast."
It was a little quiet at first. I knew I
had to say something.
"Mike," I said carefully. "Last night
back at college. It can't happen again.
Felt nervous." He looked at me. I know,
he said.
But I like you, Charlie, a lot. Can we
maybe see each other sometimes
quietly in secret? He looked serious.
Part of me wanted to say yes. My heart
felt warm when he said he liked me.
Maybe we could be very careful. Maybe it
could work. Maybe," I whispered.
We would have to be very, very careful.
The holiday ended too quickly. We were
back in the city, back at college.
Everything felt different. In class,
Mike did not look at me. He looked down
at his book the whole time. He did not
smile. He did not try to catch my eye.
After class, he did not wait for me. He
quickly left the room with his friends.
He seemed like a different person. He
was the student again. And I was the
professor, but he was cold. I felt
confused and hurt. Why was he acting
like this? I sent him a text message.
Hi, Mike. Are you okay? Can we talk? He
did not write back. Days passed. He
continued to ignore me. I felt a knot in
my stomach. What was happening? One
afternoon, I was walking near the
student cafe. Heard loud voices and
laughter. I heard Mike's voice. He was
with his friends. I stopped for a
moment. I heard one of his friends say,
"So, Mike, did you really do it with
Professor Pretty Eyes on the island?"
Mike laughed. It was a loud, proud
laugh. Yeah, man. Easy. Won the bet. $100.
$100. 0.
0.
She was all over me after a few drinks
on the island. Told you I could get her.
Pay up. My body went cold. My blood felt
like ice. A bet.
A dare. $1000.
$1000. [Music]
[Music]
All of it. The looks, the words, the
night on the island. It was all a game
to him. A cruel game to win money, to
look good to his friends. My heart felt
like it broke into many pieces. I felt
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