Stellar

Fleshlights and Distractions

Sydney's POV

I looked down at my iPhone as I literally ran across one of the small streets in the middle of campus. I hadn't even bothered looking to see if a car was coming and now that I think of it, I'm shocked I didn't get hit by a car because of the luck I was having at the time.

1:58 pm. I had two minutes to make it down one more block and up two flights of stairs.

HA. Yeah. That wasn't going to happen but I ran anyway which wasn't easy because I was wearing flip flops.

It was the first day of school and I was a complete mess. My alarm didn't go off and I literally only had 5 minutes to get ready which was why I was wearing the jeans I'd worn the night before, a black tank top, and flip flops. Oh and we can't forget the make up from the night before. At least I didn't have eyeliner running down my face. My hair? Oh Lord. There was no fixing that mess. It was in a bun on top of my head and as tamed as it could be.

I got the to stairs that led to my classroom and totally made them my bitch. I probably ran up them faster than I had on flat ground. I'm not trying to brag or anything but I could probably snap someone's neck with my thigh muscles if I found their head between my legs.

That was weird, wasn't it? Moving on.

I finally made it to the floor my class was on and stopped by the door to take a few deep breaths. I could hear the professor talking and I peeked in to see that it was a full class. The only available seat was one right in the front row.

Fuck my face. Of course I wouldn't be able to sneak in. I wanted to turn around and walk away but I felt like a total pussy. I didn't work my ass off for years so I could go to that college just to wuss out on my first day because I didn't want other students to look at me. That would be completely retarded.

I took a deep breath that was meant to chill myself out before turning the doorknob and pushing the door open. Of course it creaked loudly and every set of eyeballs in that room landed on me.

"Sorry," I said softly as I quickly walked across the front of the room, avoiding eye contact with anyone, and sat my purse down before sliding into my seat.

I finally looked up to see that the Professor was standing just a couple of feet away from me. His arms were folded over his chest and he had an eyebrow raised as he looked down at me.

Wow. The dude was young. I expected some old fart to be teaching me but this guy looked like he could actually be younger than me. He was tall and slender, had sort of a shaggy kpop haircut thing going on with his almost black hair, and very dark eyes which looked oddly familiar to me and also scary because he did not look very happy with me at all.

I glanced towards my left and then my right uncomfortably before looking up at him again. The room was completely silent and I could feel everyone still looking at me. I was two seconds from asking him if he would fucking continue before I had a damn anxiety attack.

"It's lovely of you to join us this afternoon," he stated, still standing there with an eyebrow raised and his arms folded over his chest. I immediately noticed that he had a British accent and it added greatly to his attractive appearance. "I'm Professor Howell, since you missed my introduction so you could stop and get coffee," he glanced down at the cup that was sitting in front of me. What he didn't know was that that was an old cup that I'd poured my coffee into when I'd woken up. "Would you like to introduce yourself now since you've interrupted those of us who could be bothered to show up on time or should I come back to you when it's more convenient?"

Okay. This would probably be a good time to inform you all that I have a bit of an issue with controlling myself when someone pisses me off in any way. I try to remind myself that I am a grown woman who should act civilized but it never works. Ever. And he had just pushed my buttons with how rude he was being.