In My Dreams

Chapter 2

        It occurred to me that students seemed to be held on a higher pedestal compared to the professors when it came to attendance. Considering I and a large handful of students sprinkled around the room had been waiting for the class to begin for a good ten minutes now.
   I take time out of each day to study so I wasn't worried. Sometimes in my dreams I study too.
My dreams can last for days it seemed like, and I'd have all the time in the world.
  This meant getting caught napping before tests in high school on a daily basis.
    Not the best impression to leave.

But as I looked around the room, I could practically see the information draining from those who decided to cram. Their movements become a bit more antsy as the minutes went by.
    I curled a lock of hair around my finger, mentally checking off the things I had to review, singing that one funny little rhyme about a duck and a lemonade stand.
The click of the door snapped me from my thoughts.
       Our Mr.Franz padded in, stubby and stiff with a folder in hand. His glasses clung to the edge of his crooked nose as he gave a smile that made us all forgive him synonymously.
     "Sorry about that, I hope you didn't wait too long" his beady eyes trailed up the rows of students before landing on mine, he squinted expectantly.
"I expect you all studied. I know this exam is very early but you know how much we value hard work in this class" he fanned a hand over the rest of the room before toddling over to his desk.
One of the students stood to help him pass out the exams, a fairly tall man with tussled black hair.
   He made stops at each row and I couldn't help but to watch his nimble,

Long

fingers feather through the stack.

Shit. What was his name again?
I leaned back into my seat and crossed my legs, eyeing the poor boy like a vulture.
When he got to my row, I looked back down at my desk expectantly, but the packet didn't come.
  Looking up, he had a small smile on his lips. His hand that I had watched so intensely brushing against my shoulder. "You don't seem tense at all, what's your secret?" He laughed lightly before placing the packet down on the desk, his whisper catching wind.

  "Mr. Blythe, stay on task please. Or someone else can hand out the exams" the Professor eyed the boy over his glasses.

  "Good sleep" he slowly turned back, boyish grin on his face. He was quite handsome now that he was up close. He had a gently formed face and soft eyes that had a tendency to linger on the floor.

"Yeah, I guess you're right"

"Freshman?" I made a small flourish flipping open my packet, flashing him a smile. My sudden question had him blinking in surprise "Yeah..Senior?"

"Impressive. Junior"

Mr. Franz gave a loud and suggestive cough from his desk. Blythe grinned, the dimples on his cheeks working hard. "I've heard a lot about you"
   I gave him a slow nod, his comment causing a ping of curiosity. "Good things, I hope"
He must've seen my expression twinge in confusion because he took that as his que to step away to the next row.
I didn't think too much on what he meant. It would only stress me out.
  Besides, everyone has there opinions. Not often is the subject me, and if it was, it was probably something rage inducing-ly boring.
I was more interested in the fact that I guessed right about him being a freshman. This was a four year course. So to get in as a freshman in the third year, he'd have to be crazy good.

   I eyed the back of his head when he returned to his desk, tapping my pen against my lip.
     I promised myself that this year would be the year I break out of my shell. Maybe this is how I start.

I smiled to myself.

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