Criminal Case Oneshots

When The Clock Strikes Midnight

A oneshot for BF_1352

Elliot's POV

I'm in the period that people call 'The time of your life!'. I'm in college right now. It doesn't feel like that. It feels like an ordinary place where you learn ordinary things. I'm quite bored with it, to be honest, but a degree would help make life easier. It's also sort of lonely here too. At least during my time at the Bureau people sorta had to hang out with me, now I have no friends and no one wants or will talk to me. I walk down the hall and step into the lecture hall of one of my general education classes, Math. Math comes easy to me so this class is a breeze. I am not the first to arrive, so seats are already filling up quickly. I take my usual seat in the middle of the back row. It's a lot of stairs to climb but no one usually sits up here so it's quiet and easy to pay attention. At least until today.

I was getting out my notebook and my laptop when I heard shuffling next to me. I was a bit curious so I half glanced over to where the noise was coming from. I was surprised at the sight before me. The half-hearted glance soon turns into a full-blown stare. A pretty girl decided to sit next to me. She had black hair with the ends dyed red. She had a similar goth style to me although it wasn't as intense, and there was red mixed into it, unlike me who is decked out in all black. She had bright green eyes and pretty accessories. I had more piercings than her but hers were in both ears. Her skin was pale and glowing. Has she always been in this class? I... I would've noticed if she was... unless I've been caught up in useless calculus all this time and actually never noticed her.

"Uh... are you going to stare at me all day? I can sit somewhere else if it's trouble." The girl asks.

I snapped out of my trance. "Oh! N-No. You can sit here... I don't mind... you're very pretty..." I stammer.

Wait, did I just call her pretty? Elliot, you fool! You don't even know her name yet, you can't just call every girl you see pretty! This is how you get the reputation of being a weirdo...

"Well, I'll sit here then, and thank you, you're quite handsome yourself." She said,  an Australian accent cloaking her words.

I turn red, redder than I already am. I feel so embarrassed. The girl sits next to me and smiles. She opens her bag and takes out her stuff. We meet eye contact once more and I hide my head in my hands from embarrassment. I try my best to just listen to the professor but I freeze up when I feel someone tap my shoulder. I lift my head. The girl's looking at me.

"Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" She asks.

I take the spare pencil I always carry and slide it over to her. She softly thanks me for it and then begins scribbling down the notes from what the teacher says. The class then goes on with no further issues. I lift my head after ten minutes of burying my head in shame. Near the end of class, our professor finished the lecture early and stepped over to her computer. She sets up her projector and shows something to the class on the big screen. It was an advertisement for a... masquerade ball?

"As spring is quickly approaching, the school is going to start preparing for the annual Spring Ball! This year it's masquerade themed, so don't forget your mask at the dance. I hope to see everyone there in their finest. The dance is next month and more information will come out as it gets closer to the dance." The professor announced.

A masquerade ball? I didn't know that places still did those. I don't know if I would go to that. Maybe the girl sitting next to me would go? Not with me... I would never ask her to go to the dance with me. I don't dare to do such a thing. Maybe if I show up, we might get to dance with each other. I wouldn't know if it was her or not because of the mask, but it would be nice. I'll go, as long as it's free. Now I just need to figure out what to wear...