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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I struggle to breathe. Bash's shoulder presses firmly into my stomach and my lungs have expressed all the oxygen because I'm laughing so hard. Bash struts into Van Doren's class, without a care, holding me on his shoulder with one arm. In addition, both of us still have our helmets on having not a chance to remove them after Bash parked his bike.
The entire time I was kicking, screaming, and laughing all the way across campus on top of his shoulder while students chuckled and smiled as we passed.
Entering Van Doren's class, however, the welcome we receive is not of smiles and laughs. I'm sure everyone, the professor included, is annoyed by our antics over the last week.
I'm plopped down in the seat I had taken last week and laugh loudly despite the snide looks from others, Bash then takes the seat beside me, his chest rising and falling quickly due to the rather good fight I put up the majority of the walk across campus.
We both remove the helmets and on habit, Bash shakes his wild dark hair out, while I set my helmet beneath my chair. Bash leans over his desk, his gorgeous smile spread wide, then speaks low under his breath, "Van Doren's piiiissed."
I laugh and scan the room for the professor and find him glaring at me from over his square glasses, arms tightly crossed over his button-up collared shirt, and his jaw flexing beneath his trim and shaped beard.
"Oh, well," I giggle and rub my sore ribs. "I'll be sure to be a good girl and keep my hands to myself and my mouth shut."
The last of the students enter the class and Van Doren saunters over to the door with a hand in his slack's pocket and closes the door, then heads back to the podium he usually stays perched at the majority of the class. "Great to see we didn't lose many over the weekend," he says, his voice reaching the back row where Bash and I sit. "We've got a lot to cover today, so let's get right into it. Does anyone have any comments or input they'd like to discuss from last Wednesday's assignment?"
What?
Bash and I glance at each other, obviously, we had missed the assignment.
"Ms. Lewis? You seem like you like to speak your mind, what are your thoughts?" he calls me out despite the handful of arms that have shot up into the air.
Fuck!
"Uhhh... Wednesday's assignment..." How the hell did I miss the assignment? I don't remember getting an assignment. Granted, I wasn't really paying attention.
"Yes," Van Doren doesn't elaborate and pins me with his eyes from down the stairs at his podium.
Double fuck!
"Umm, I don't have any comments to give," I say.
"Interesting," Van Doren chirps, "Mr. Walker? Surely you have an opinion."
I steal a glance from the side of my eyes at Bash who looks the same as I feel, like a deer in headlights. "Erm... No comment."
Van Doren chuckles and leans forward on the podium, "Yes, Ms. Cho." He points to a girl in the front row. "Your thoughts?"
