Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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If Bash doesn't show up to class, I'm leaving and going back to sleep on Chyette's couch.
I sit in the same back corner we'd inhabited on Monday and watch with my heavy head resting in my palms as each student steps through the door and fills the seats.
When Professor Van Doren enters he greets several students by raising his a coffee tumbler and begins to ready himself to start the class.
Then I neatly gasp when Bash shuffles in with a hood covering his head and his hands stuffed into black track pants.
"Good morning, Bash. Rough night?" Professor Van Doren comments causing a couple students to chuckle and Bash to huff a growled comment. He ascends the stairs and lifts his dark eyes with dark circles beneath and stops in his tracks.
"No, do not get me in trouble." He points at me then finds a seat quickly a few rows down.
I grab my backpack and hustle quicky to a free seat that is closest to him and sit down, "What did the note say?" I ask him. Then add, "Where did you find it exactly."
"No," his head shakes under his drawn hood and he leans forward as if to get as far as possible away from me. "You keep getting me in trouble." He whispers back towards me then we both glance at Van Doren shutting the door.
"Good morning, Folks! I see the majority of us decided to not drop this class. Congratulations." He smiles then goes to the podium at the center scanning the room.
I grab a pen from my backpack and reach forward poking it under his exposed armpit of his sleeveless hoodie.
"Stop that!" He flinches and whisper-yells.
"What did it say?" I ask again glancing to his tattooed arm. His entire arm is a tattoo, his skin entirely covered. The only skin I noticed yesterday was the front of his sculpted stomach and a portion of his hip, and some parts of his legs. His hands and neck are also entirely free of tattoos minus the small stemmed rose tattoo behind his ear that the hood is blocking now.
"Not now, Aspen-."
"Mr. Walker?" Van Doren's voice cuts through the class and Bash growls.
"For fucks sakes," he mumbles and I lean back slowly to try and hide the fact I was the one talking, not the other way around.
"I don't believe you need another warning after our talk Monday, correct?" Van Doren asks plainly while the class turns and directs all their eyes at Bash.
"No, Sir. Sorry."
I feel the heat of Van Doren's gaze on me, but I simply grin and act as if I wasn't the one to start the talking.
"Right, let's get started then. Let's talk about investigative journalism..."
I chew on my cheek, impatient and dying to know what Bash had seen and his opinion on Travis thinking he was the one to plant the note. I want to dive in his head and know everything.
