This is a work in progress there will be more parts :) , so this is a story about Chris evans and Peyton parcel (you) but your friends call you pey and Pepe as a nick name. Chris is a teacher at the university (Colombia university) you are attending...
'7:00am' the clock reads as it frantically Blair's music the song "only" by nicki Minaj I sing the lyrics (skipping the n word) "I never fucked nicki 'cause she got a man" me and dj sing In sync we get dressed I wear a 'rolling stone shirt with ripped baggy jeans and his sweatshirt wrapped around your waist
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(Your out fit bae😩) We get to the class early at 7 am right air pod in my ear and left in djs. We are listening to 'woman' by Doja cat singing and dancing into class obviously feeling ourselves singing out loud "woman,let me be your woman woman woman woman I can be your woman" I sing loudly walking through the big double doors.
skipping looking back at dj walking backwards pointing at her while holding a imaginary micro phone instantly hitting a big wall of muscle and tripping falling and hitting my stitched up knee. Hissing in pain looking up at Chris looking down at me I continue to sing "woman let me be your woman I can be your woman" laughing as he crouched down to help me up he looks at me wide eyed as I do the same.
"Peyton!?" He says loudly "Chris!?" I scramble up straightening my shirt and ripping the sweat shirt from my waist holding it to his stern chest "I uh I um I cleaned the blood from it you left it with me that one day so I decided to carry it with me in case I found you one day which sounds stupid I know but Umm here" you let go of it as he grabes it your hand grazing his as you pull away "Peyton oh my gosh are you ok I was wondering if you um if you recovered ok" he scratched his head. "And also you didn't need to give it back you could've kept it if you wanted uhm if you wanted to I guess" this is for real so awkward right now. What. The. Hell. "It might uhm it might smell like my perfume I'm sorry about that" he lifts it up and smells it not making eye contact with me only with the sweat shirt in his grasp he sniffed it and just handed it back to me? Why?
"Here you keep it. It's fine I have like 20 more I swear it's not even funny." Dj takes her seat and me and Chris continue to talk he's in the middle of talking and I just take a quick step to him wrapping my arms around his muscle packed chest burying my head into his red shirt "um Peyton? Are you ok sweetie?" He combs his hands through my hair as he wraps one of his arms around me.
"thank you Chris." I blankly say taking in his scent "let's go into my office" he says back as the clock says 8:10am as people flood the room we go in his office. He closes and locks the door quickly wrapping his arms around me tightly I do the same and start crying into his dark colored shirt "shhh it's ok" he coos as he burns his face in my hair "what's wrong?" He says sympathetically "why did you save me?" I ask looking you to his blue eyes with tears streaming down my face "because if I didn't you would've died!? Peyton what is wrong are you ok?" He says very confused.
" I just don't understand why you would do it risking your self for me." He cups my face "who wouldn't save you?" You cant think of anyone who wouldn't see someone almost die and help them out "exactly we have to attend class but. Hi. I'm Chris Evans or formally known as Mr.Evans...your professor" he says clenching his jaw as he say your mouth drop "hi I'm Peyton or known as your student..." we shake hands and he whips the tear from my cheek and sent me out of his office to sit down while he organized he lesson.
