The Teacher's Supernova Trap - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

I didn't hesitate—just grabbed my keys and drove straight to Brookfield High.
By 8:30 PM, I was parked outside, staring at the building that held three years of my past. Nostalgia hit me like a wave.
Six years ago, Sophia Valentine had been untouchable—radiant, polished, with this sharp intellectual charm that left me completely mesmerized. I could barely pay attention in class.
And now? Here I was, about to spend the night with her.
How could I not be pumped?
Ding.
A WeChat notification lit up my screen. Sophia: "Hey, where are you?"
I shot her my location and license plate number, heart hammering as I waited. How would she react when she saw me?
Shy? Excited? Pissed? Surprised?
I felt like a nervous kid on his first date, pulse racing between anticipation and dread.
Or maybe she wouldn't even remember me.
Back then, I'd just been another face in the crowd—no standout traits, nothing special. A guy like me wouldn't have even registered on Sophia's radar.
The bold ones in class had shamelessly asked for her number, dreaming of winning over their fantasy woman after graduation.
But life had scattered us, and I'd only stayed in touch with a handful of friends.
Clearly, they'd struck out.
Just as I was mentally kicking myself for being such a coward back then, the passenger door swung open. Sophia slid in, designer bag in hand, and turned to me with those striking almond eyes. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Though I've gotta say—you're handsome. Exactly my type."
Hey there.
Just like I'd figured. My forgettable student self hadn't left a dent in her memory.
But that was fine. If she didn't recognize me, this would be easier. I'd take the lead like I always did.
I started the engine, ready to ease into small talk—
But Sophia was way bolder than I expected. With a playful smirk, she cut right to the chase: "So, where are we going? Your place, mine, or a hotel?"
Checkmate.
I glanced at her profile—still as stunning as ever, like time hadn't touched her.
But tonight, there was something different. A sultry confidence, an energy that pulled me in.
I dropped my voice low. "Straight to the point, huh?"
She laughed, mischief in her eyes. "You sent me ten Supernova Gifts. What's a girl supposed to offer but herself? Besides, we're adults. No need for games. We're here because we're into each other—let's not pretend."
I nodded. No argument there.
Still, this was too direct. I'd at least expected a late-night bite, maybe a movie to set the mood.
Sophia had completely thrown off my usual playbook. But skipping the small talk worked too. I headed straight for a hotel.
Two intersections ahead—this was the university district, where hotels outnumbered restaurants. From cheap motels to high-end suites, every option was on the table.
On the way, I didn't pry into her life. Hookups were about keeping things simple, leaving the mystery intact.
But I couldn't help stealing glances at her in the rearview mirror.
Six years, and she looked exactly the same—ageless, like she'd frozen time. She could've passed for someone my age.
The only difference? Back then, she'd been an untouchable queen on that podium.
Now, she was beside me in stockings, stilettos, and a pencil skirt, radiating energy.
She caught me looking but didn't seem annoyed. Instead, she teased, "I'm a performer—people are supposed to look. If you wanna stare, do it properly. No need to sneak around like a thief."
Her jab flustered me.
Cheeks warm, I met her gaze. "Are all streamers in your industry this… forward?"
"What else?" She shifted closer, her perfume wrapping around me, my pulse kicking up. Her voice was honeyed, teasing. "This is how it works. Guys spend money on gifts because they want something in return. You seemed way bolder over text. Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now."
Cold feet?
Please. I wasn't some rookie who'd panic over a woman.
Yet here I was, a self-proclaimed smooth operator, completely thrown by Sophia.
Six years ago, I'd been a kid, totally awed by her.
But now? I had experience. I shouldn't be this thrown off.
Just as I regrouped, ready to flip the script—
Sophia's smile faded. She studied me. "Wait. I don't think I ever mentioned teaching at Brookfield High. How'd you know I'd be here?"
"Uh—" My mind blanked. I scrambled. "Oh, I saw the school in your stream background. Took a guess."
"Really?" Her brow arched, amused. "I used to teach there. Did I ever have you in class? What year did you graduate?"
"Oh, wow, a teacher?" I forced calm, wondering if she'd recognized me. Swallowing hard, I lied smoothly: "Class of 2012. Never went to Brookfield. And trust me, I've never had a teacher as gorgeous as you."
Women loved compliments.
Sophia was no exception. She laughed, swaying playfully. "Well, I've never had a student as handsome as you, either."
As we bantered, I drove through two intersections and pulled into the hotel parking lot.
After checking in, we walked hand-in-hand to the front desk, where I booked a luxury suite with a king-sized bed.
The second the door closed behind us, there were no pretenses, no slow burn—just hunger.
We crashed into each other, my hands gripping her waist, then sliding up to cup her curves.
She met me just as fiercely, arms looping around my neck as her lips locked onto mine.
Holding my teenage fantasy like this was surreal, dizzying.
I never thought I'd get a second chance with the woman I'd idolized. But this wasn't a dream—it was happening.
Her body molded against mine, pliant as I lifted her effortlessly.
The heat between us was electric.
She let out a breathy laugh. "So impatient."
"You don't like it?" I smirked up at her.
Sophia cradled my face, pulling me into another deep kiss as I carried her to the bed.
Clothes came off in hurried tugs, skin meeting skin without hesitation.