Mr. Fu and the Dean, Mr. Yung both stood there with eyes wide before both at the same time turned around and walked out, closing the door behind them.<br/><br/>Catrina looked down at Akira who still remained basically clueless. Pushing him off the bed, she threw his clothes at him, "get dressed! Hurry up!" She couldn't believe what had just happened. Not only was her reputation ruined, but she might as well say good-bye to her job. Quickly slipping into a pair of jeans and plain tee, she hopped after the two men as she put on her sneakers.<br/><br/>"Wait!" she said seeing them walk towards the front door, "I can explain!"<br/><br/>Both turned around to face her. The teacher looking down in embarassment and the Dean with a stern look on his face. Catrina stopped and bit her lip, how could she explain this?<br/><br/>"Then explain, Ms. Haylee," the Dean crossed his arms, glaring at her. She felt like a scolded child caught red handed. There was no way she could explain this, there was no excuse for it at all. Her eyes met the Dean's and she locked on, suddenly letting her mind take control of herself- and him. She searched his short term memory, desperate to erase the past few minutes but not really knowing how.