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.
