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1: Juniors Worst Day

Writers note: In this story I will be switching from Stella's and Professor Miles perspective.

Photography fact quote:

"It is more important to click with people than to click the shutter" - Alfred Eisenstaedt.

(Stella's perspective)

First day of Junior year, and I'm already running late. What a morning I'm having. I can't even get my coffee because of how late I am for class. I also have to deal with Professor Milie's scolding. To think he was just on my nerves last year, about me always being late for morning class. My old photography teacher was chill about me being late, but Zion had to be the party pooper and always tease me about it. Not everyone is rich and has their own limo and personal driver to take them to school, and not everyone can pay off copes who pull them over when they are speeding, in their black Cadilac convertible. His fancy suits and perfect hair always ticks me off, not to mention how full of himself he is. His little fan girl thing going on in college doesn't help his self-esteem.

I finely arrived on campus and, sneaked in from the back of the classroom, seeing Scar. Professor Douche (AKA Zion/ Professor Miles) didn't even spot me. I slowly walked down the stairs closer and closer to Scar. Just when I got to the aisle where she sat, I tripped over my bag, and my books made a loud thud as they touched the floor. "Ms. Sage glad to finely see you join class. twenty minutes late, going for a new record?" Said Zion smirking at me.

"Sorry, Sir, rough morning, my phone didn't want to wake me up" I replied giving him a pity smile, as I pick up my books. A young man from behind me helped pick up the rest of my mess. "Thanks" I said as I took the books from him.

"No problem, be careful next time" The kind man said with a cute smirk. I moved my black wavy hair away from my face and turned to face Scar.

"Sorry, I was going to wake you up, but Cole surprised me and drove me this morning" Scar said holding in her laugh.

"It's fine, it's my responsibility to wake myself up" I said with a sigh, putting my books on the seat beside me, and taking out my computer.

"Hey, that cute guy that helped you with your books, what do you think of him? He's knew to this school; he said this college is a better fit for his photography skills. He also wants to be a part of National Geographic like you" Scar smirks, looking behind me. "Not to mention his had his eyes all over you this whole time" Scar laughs as I turn my head behind me. The strange guy smirks and gives me a wave. I wave back with a smile.

"Ms. Sage, sense you think you know everything about photography, being late to class and talking to your peers, would you like to share the type of photography we would be focusing on this course" Professor Douche said glaring at me, I glare back.

"We aren't doing a specific lesson. For our first shootout, you want 200 photos non edited and 50 final edited photos, to see what each individual's niche is" I said locking eyes with him. Zion's eyes narrowed, he paused for a couple of seconds after I answered, then finely continued to explain what angles and edits he was expecting for the shootout. After an hour more of his babbling the bell finely rang.

"Ms. Sage, please stay behind, I would like to discuss a couple of subjects with you" Mr. Douche speaks out loud and clear.

"I'll talk with you later Scar, go on" I said. I walked to the front and sat on top of one of the front desks, waiting for everyone to leave the classroom. "What?" I questioned after everyone left. I have no respect for him, never had. I tried to be nice to him in the begging of freshmen year of college, but he attacked me from the very start. Just because his now my professor does not mean I'm going to treat him differently.

"I'm not like Mr. Smith, I won't tolerate with tardies, 20mins late is not acceptable" he says as he moves his fingers across his hair. His hot, a hot headed, douche, ha.... Who in the world finds this man attractive, just because his good looking and rich does not mean Zion is a good person?

"I told you I'm sorry, I had a rough night, and this morning did not go as planned" I look away from him, holding tightly on my skirt, as I dangle my legs off the desk.

"Anyways, I just want to go over the important stuff you missed, you're lucky this week I'm not counting tardiest, but next week don't keep this habit of yours up. This is a group project, you were right on the number of photos I want from you, and the fact that I want to know each individual's niche, but it's a group project five to four people, with the same niche, or is helpful with editing and all of that. Here are the papers, and you have three days to choose the people you want in your group. That is all" He explained.

"Thats all?" I questioned, I thought he would give me a harder time, or give me a mark for being so late.

"Yes, that is all. What else did you expect?" He smirked. This Asshole, he knew exactly what I was expecting I was about to jump off my desk and talk back to him, but gravity has a funny way of always pushing me down at the wrong moments. I fell right into his arms, knocking my bags off the desk.

"I-I -I'm sorry I " I stuttered, I lost my words, I don't know why but I was embarrassed. I looked up to him as he held me in his arms.

"Wow. be careful gee. Your so clumsy, twice in a day" Professor douche was caught off guard as well. Even if he managed to insult me, he was at loss of words. Zion helped me pick up my books and escorted me out of class. My face was red I was so frustrated and embarrassed. I left without saying anything else to him. I couldn't deal with more idiotic moments today. He surprisingly let me be and didn't yank my chain anymore that day. So, I thought, until the coffee shop.