As I walked in, I immediately noticed something was off. Everyone was seemingly awake and paying attention and let me tell you, that never happens. The girls were looking at the front of the room like there was some 75% off deal at the mall. And the guys, they were looking at the front like there were some rival in between their relationship. Curious, I shifted my gaze from the students to the Professor and found that a smokin’ hot guy was next to him. He was fiiiiine. He had black hair and some beautiful eyes, if I might add. They were a piercing silver that held subtle but noticeable hints of blue. My jaw must’ve dropped because I could feel some saliva oozing out of the corner of my mouth and onto my skin.
I wiped my mouth and closed it. As I did that, I began to wonder. Who is that fine piece of meat and why is he here? Why haven’t I noticed him before? And what is his number?! Well, I should probably sit down first so don’t look like a total fool.
“Ah, Mr. Hall, late again, I see,” the Professor says to me. Bitch, shut old I-own-twelve-gray-cats headass up. I ain’t late, class just goddamn started! And what the hell you mean, “again”. I’ve never been late to your class, but keep this up, and I will be. Honestly, college Professors. “Have something to say, Charles?” he asks. Is that a challenge? Bitch, I could END you. But, I don’t want to fail this semester so…
“No.” You see, normally I would’ve sassed this hoe. But, there is a certain guest I want to impress. And so far, it’s not going well. I want to seem as perfect as possible so I will not accept the Professor’s challenge but I will end him later, when Mr. Full-Course-Meal isn’t there.
“That’s what I thought,” he responds. You hoe, don’t make me change my mind. I seriously hate him and this class. “As I was saying until I was rudely interrupted, this is Isen Alder-” he does some gestures towards the hottie “-and he will be helping in class on Thursdays. Mr. Alder is twenty-three and graduated from Harvard University a couple of years ago with top marks in Biology and Anatomy. Though he majored in Business, he has agreed to help in this class. Of course, he might miss some days because of work, but it shouldn’t be many.” Well, I guess has it all; looks and brains.
The Professor finishes talking and explains what we’ll be doing for the second half of the semester, which is explaining the evolution of the human race, adaptations it has now, and the functions of our organs.
As class goes on, I can’t seem to understand why he seems so familiar.
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“Emily!” I shout as I make it towards her table in the canteen. “Have you met that fine piece of meat in Biology yet?” Emily’s friends tell me that Emily has but that she wasn’t able to answer because she lost her voice screeching too much. Typical. “Anyway, who’s your partner in the class? I didn’t get one because I was ‘late’, as the Professor said.”Brooke, one of Emily’s friends, says that she and Emily were paired up together.
“Hey.” A deep voice says suddenly. I turn my head around and see Fynn smirking at me. “So, Charlie, how about a date?” He’s so desperate, I swear.
“Get lost, Fynn. Don’t you have something better to do?” Fynn wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him.
“Nothing is better than you, Charlie. You should know that already.” Fynn lowers his arm and grabs my ass. I gasp, feeling violated.
“Fynn!” I frantically try to pry his hands away from my buttox. “Let go, it’s not funny!” At this point, the others in the cafeteria try to help and some decide it’s best to sit on the sidelines and watch shit go down. Fynn has been hitting on me since we were first years in college and hasn’t stopped. These people know that I am a very patient person and that I’ve been trying my hardest not to murder this bastard. Those people on the sidelines just watching and doing nothing have probably sensed that I’m at my breaking point.
“FYNN!!! UNHAND ME, YOU BASTARD. HOW FUCKING DARE TOUCH ME THERE, HAVE YOU NO GODDAMN SHAME?! IF YOU DON’T LET GO RIGHT NOW, I WILL HURT YOU BADLY!” I’ve had it with him. At first, it was just flirting, I didn’t mind that. Now, it’s sexual harassment. I care now.
Fynn seems to have noticed that I am serious and removes his hand. As if on cue, I storm out of the canteen running, tears streaming down my face. I feel completely humiliated. I run out the building and to my house, opening the front door and slumping down against it. I reach down and pick up the metal picture frame I knocked over this morning.
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