I drop dramatically into my seat breathing heavily from my across campus sprint, pulling my Apple mac out of my 'Linkin park' across body bag just in time for Professor Anderson to stroll into the room.
Thank goodness!
Exhaling my relief I begin booting up my computer, I express my gratitude by smiling heavenward, bright colours flood my screen as I type my protective ridiculously long password Anderson starts her lecture. waiting my fingers were already positioned above the keys eager to type every word she utters.
Anderson enthusiastically jumps from weekend adventures into a case study about the differences between nature and nurture; how the neglect of one may affect the development of a child with their physical and emotional growth.
***
90 minutes later I'm gathering my things and finally leaving Psychology, heading towards my next class, Criminology and Behavioral studies, which lucky me, was located on the opposite side of campus.
I have my head down, checking the time on my small gold watch, paying no attention to the crowded hall around me, running in the direction of the F building, so it isn't really any surprise when I hit something solid, effectively knocking me off my feet.
an avalanche my books, papers and other personal belongings spiralling off on every direction.
Small whimper tears from between my parted lips, horrified as I watch people walking all over my things, my face turns crimson, to my mortification when I noticed my tampons resting innocently against a pair of worn leather boots.
Huh. Not something, someone.
I roll effortlessly to my hands and knees reaching for my phone, keys and wallet, once my valuable things were safe I dive for the tampons, shoving them into the deepest corner of my bag.
A deep chuckle coming from above me interrupts my gathering, something about it seems familiar, I look up and instantly regret it; a pair of amused blue eyes are staring back at me, the blue eye that was coming increasingly familiar.
"Well, well. Fallin' for me already, huh?" That annoyingly beautiful smirk dripping from his words.
The burning blush that had painted my face had now ignited, and like a wildfire chasing dry forestation, it makes it's way down my neck and chest in a painfully slow burn.
I rake my brain for some witty comeback, but after coming up empty I decided to just ignore him and continue gathering the rest of my possessions as quickly as possible.
Hunter stands over me patiently waiting until I shove the last tube of pale pink, raspberry flavoured lip gloss into my gaping bag, zipping it securely.
He offers his hand to casually help me up, I raise an eyebrow suspicious of his intention, he doesn't wait for me to place my hand in his, but reaches forward gripping my bicep and pulling me to my feet holding on until sure I had my balance.
I look at the floor around my feet, "thanks. . . " I mutter.
Without letting him say anything, I turn away from him and rush off to my next class, once I'm safely seated in a little desk in the middle row, with my laptop open and ready in front of me I can breathe again, I let out a deep sigh, it seems I have been holding my breath since I almost knocked myself out on Hunter's pectoral muscle.
My relief of being safely tucked away in the second row of professor Lockwood's class was short-lived, as none other than Hunter Woods himself slides into the empty seat beside mine, loudly scooting it closer to mine.
"What?!" I whisper yell at him, "your? are you? Your not even in this class!"
Hunter smirks letting the full effect of his dimples free, before casually flicking his hand back, gesturing to a seat a few seats back swarmed with a rainbow of pretty girls competing for his attention, all of which are clad in tight tiny clothing and shooting daggers at me from their rapidly fluttering lashes.
"The hell I'm not!" His throaty laugh mocks my statement, "If I wasn't then a wasted a whole lot of fucking hours in here!"
Before I could formulate a reasonable argument, to stabilise my point, professor Lockwood starts speaking.
I forget whatever I was planning to say, focusing my attention rather on the lecture and typing every word of Lockwood's to read back later.
"You're even taking notes for me? How sweet, Cupcake! Almost as sweet as I'm sure you are." He looks to me and offers an exaggerated wink.
I glare at him through the gap in my hair, rolling my eyes at his childish antics. "Shh!" I hiss, not allowing myself to waste any more time, I wrapped my hair into a bun on the top of my head and returned to typing.
The next ninety minutes were slow and tortuous, Hunter was trying to distract me, first by poking me in my ribs and when that proved ineffective, he loosely tugged on a tendril of hair that had fallen loose from my topknot, straightening out one of my curls only to let it go and spring back in my face.
At the end of the lecture, I was so tired of getting smacked with my hair I slapped his hand, "knock it off!" I growl, grabbing my things and walking away from him.
***
"Siran!"
I look up to see Callie waving her arm, outside the set of swinging cafeteria doors waiting for me, we both start jogging towards each other, for the second time today I'm almost thrown to the floor when she throws her arms around me.