“It’s on campus.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“What a great class, Becky,” smiled Jeannie. “I needed that.”
“Yes, I heard about that poor girl in your class,” she frowned. “I’m so sorry.”
“Me too,” she quietly responded. “I don’t understand any of it. Ara wouldn’t hurt anyone and she was lovely.” Her phone pinged and she let out a long sigh.
“Is everything okay?” asked Becky.
“My professor. He’s demanding to see me about my grades. I don’t get it. We got our final grades and I did fine.”
“Don’t go, Jeannie. It seems odd and with everything that’s happening it just doesn’t feel right. He can’t hurt your grades now. They’re finalized, right?”
“You know what,” she said thoughtfully, “you’re right. They are finalized. I’m just not going to respond to him. He can sit there and stew for a while.”
The door to the studio opened and the two women turned to see several very large, very good-looking men.
“Hey, I know you. You’re Willa’s fiancée,” said Jeannie.
“I am,” he nodded. “Jeannie, have you gotten text messages from your professor this morning about meeting him?”
“Yes. How did you know that? We were just talking about it and Becky was telling me not to go.”
“And we don’t want you to go,” said River. “Where are you supposed to meet him?”
“He asked me to meet him in the chemistry lab. It just all felt weird because we did all of our labs last semester. I just decided to ignore him,” said Jeannie.
“Don’t ignore it,” said Finn. “Respond to him right now and tell him that his office is easier for you to get to.”
“But, I don’t want to meet him,” she said shaking her head.
“And you won’t. We will,” said Quinn.
“Someone please explain to me what’s going on,” she said exasperated as she took a seat.
“Nicole is missing,” said Finn. Jeannie gasped, shaking her head.
“No. No, not her too. She’s too sweet. They both were. I’m nothing like them.”
“What do you mean?” asked Kev.
“I mean, I made him mad all the time because I would point out things that were wrong. He made a lot of errors on our papers or in his slide decks. When I would point out the errors, he would get furious with me.”
“Did he threaten you?” asked Finn.
“N-no. Not really threaten. It was a look though. You know. The one that your parents gave you when they were saying ‘do it again and you’ll find out what will happen’.”
“I remember that look,” smirked Kev.
“So, our good professor doesn’t like to be told he’s made a mistake,” muttered Quinn.
“I actually asked him once if he was dyslexic. The errors indicated to me he had some sort of learning challenge. I wasn’t judging, I was just trying to understand how that would happen.” Finn nodded at her.
“Text him.”
The route to the building for the nursing school was partially blocked with parade floats preparing to roll.
