Stellar

Sugar, We're Going Down.

Monday

Sydney's POV

I could still smell his cologne, taste his lips and feel the way his hands felt.

This was not happening. NO. No. NO.

During my walk to class on Monday afternoon those were some of my thoughts. The weekend had been one that I never ever expected. I figured I would work like usual and use Sunday to lounge around the house with B and do homework.

Instead I found myself with B, Dan, and Phil and we were completely shitfaced. I don't know why in the world the suggestion for me to stay the night at their house came up but it did and of course my drunk ass was down for it.

But I never expected him to kiss me. I never even thought I would touch him.

He kissed me. He kissed me a lot.

And the biggest problem was that I liked it.

This shit just could not happen. I was hoping that I was just having some temporary insanity issues. Maybe it was a hormonal imbalance. Anything other than actually feeling something about someone.

Especially my Professor. I didn't even want to go into the issues that went along with the fact that I was his student.

Obviously I was a nervous wreck on the way to class. I could feel my hands shaking even though I had a firm grip on my Philosophy book and was holding a cup of coffee. Coffee that happened to be in the cup he bought me.

When I made it into the hall I honestly started thinking about bolting. I didn't know what the hell I was about to walk into. I didn't even know what I wanted to walk into. How did I want him to react to me? Maybe it would be normal.

Not only did I have to worry about the kiss but I was now the psycho girl who threw coffee on him in front of half of the class.

I literally felt like I was going to puke.

I had make sure that I looked cute despite the fact that I barely slept because my anxiety had gone through the roof.

I was about 5 minutes early and I peeked into the window on the door to see that he was standing in the room alone writing something on the board behind his desk. He looked fucking amazing as usual and was wearing his glasses. My heart started pounding and all I could think about was waking up on Sunday morning in his arms.

Fuck my life. Just fuck it with a cactus.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the doorknob with a shaky hand before pushing it open and walking in. I glanced up to the back rows of the classroom and debated on going to sit back there but I didn't want to give the impression that I was a pussy or something. So, I walked in and went directly to my seat which was right in front of where he stood to teach class.

I sat down and got my notebook out and began looking over my notes but I wasn't really reading them. I just didn't want to look at him or acknowledge him because I was so scared of how he would act towards me.

I could see him coming towards me and my heart beat sped up. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh no.

I didn't look up at him, but kept my eyes on my notes, which were soon covered up by a sheet over paper that I recognized as the title page of the essay I had written last week.

As I picked it up, I glanced up at him, but he was looking down at the papers in his hands as he started to walk away from me.

I was kind of shocked, to say the least, that he didn't talk to me. Not even to make a smartass comment.