Riley's POV:
"Alright class, this project is due NEXT FRIDAY, I repeat, NEXT FRI-DAY." Mr. Ortega said.
Mr. Ortega is my professor. He is pretty chill but can be super hilarious at times. He is skinny, tall, has a clean shaved head, and dresses in tons of button up plaid shirts. He is from Texas, just like Mollie and Emily.
"Riley, did you get the paper I told you to get?" Mr. Ortega said interrupting my daydream.
"Y-You never told us to get a paper." I say sarcastically.
"Well, lucky enough for you, I grabbed one." He said with a smile.
His smile is quite nice to look at. A gentle feeling comes off from it.. And WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?!
"Um, Riley are you ok?" He said laughing a little.
Oh my god his laugh.
"Uh, yeah I'm fine." I say grabbing my textbooks swiftly.
I dashed out of his classroom, but trying to make it less noticeable I actually cared.
"WAIT RILEY." I hear Mr. Ortega say.
I turn around and see he picked up one of my drawing journals.
"You dropped this." He said smiling.
"Thank you." I say trying to grab it and get the hell out of there.
"Wait, can I look at them?" He said with a semi-cocked eyebrow.
"Ugh, sure whatever." I say rolling my eyes and smiling.
He sat in a students desk and I sat on top of the same one as he scrolled through my drawings.
"These are fantastic! How come you didn't join in the art department?" He asked curiously.
"Um, I really didn't think I'd get as far as I would with this subject." I say looking into his soft brown eyes.
I NEED TO STOP HE IS MY PROFESSOR, yeah he may be 27 but still?!
"Well it's a good thing you are in this subject or else I wouldn't have met you." He said getting super close.
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Thought I'd add some Riley action😈
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