Part 5

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Today is your first day in class, and Michael belongs to a different section, so you had to be alone on this one... not until a tall girl with black hair, tan skin, and chocolate brown eyes sat beside you. "Hey. You must be Y/N. I'm Diana. A friend of Niall?" You nod slowly as you take in her features and her thick accent. Michael wasn't kidding, she really is hot. "Yeah. I'm Y/N. Well," you smile, "it's nice to finally meet the person who brought my sorry ass home a few days ago." She laughs. "It's no problem. Niall seemed really into you for him to ask me to bring you home." You thought it was absurd for someone like Niall to even consider liking you. "Why would you say that?" You say, looking away. "Because, I know Niall. We've been like friends for so long. And it's really obvious! If you were only conscious enough to see how he was so careful with handling you when we brought you upstairs to your room." You suddenly feel embarrassed and warm and fuzzy inside. Niall exudes a really badass façade when you met him, you never thought of him as being a softie. "Well, what year are you in?" You ask. "I'm on my third year. Same as Niall." She answers a bit quietly. "Then why are you in a freshman's class?" Diana smiles like she's been caught. "I forgot to take this subject. Due to continuous procrastination, I am here. But I'm glad we're classmates," she says, "I can copy notes from you when I bludge class." You only nod, when the professor enters. "Alright class," he says, straightening his suit. "Welcome to Economics 101. I'll be your professor for the entire semester, so whether you like it or not, I guess we'll be tired of each other's faces by the time this semester ends. My name is Dr. Dylan Stewart." A guy at the back row snorts. "Aren't you too young to be a doctor?" He says. "I'm 28 years old. Not too shabby." He answers sharply. He's actually very hot for a professor. Too hot. "Well, I guess I won't be bludging classes anytime soon." Diana says, leaning back in her chair.

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