I'm Such a Fool For You

unforeseen adoration

As Brittany quietly entered the classroom, she couldn't help but notice the myriad of eyes fixated on Spencer. It seemed as though every female student in the room was casting admiring glances in his direction, their gazes lingering on his every word and gesture.

She made her way down the aisle, her footsteps echoing softly against the floor, until she found a seat in the front row by the edge.

Dressed in black wide-leg suit pants and a short-sleeved shirt with a boatneck line, Brittany exuded an air of sophistication. Her sleek black heels clicked lightly as she walked, and her hair cascaded down her shoulders, with her glasses perched atop her head, keeping the front strands out of her face.

As she settled into her seat, Spencer's voice filled the room, his words captivating and intelligent as he delved into the intricacies of criminal psychology.

Despite the size of the class, Brittany couldn't shake the feeling that most of the students were here just to bask in Spencer's presence, rather than for the academic content.

Spencer's passion for the subject was evident in every word he spoke, his enthusiasm contagious as he discussed the nuances of criminal behavior and the psychological theories behind it.

His explanations were clear and insightful, drawing nods of understanding from some students and furrowed brows of concentration from others.

Brittany couldn't help but notice the numerous girls in the classroom, their eyes fixed on Spencer with an intensity that bordered on adoration.

Some of them shot curious glances her way, their expressions tinged with a hint of jealousy or resentment.

Brittany couldn't help but smirk at their obvious displays of competitiveness. It was almost amusing how threatened they seemed by her presence, as if she posed some kind of threat to their imagined connection with Spencer.

She found it hilarious, really, considering their youth and the fact that Spencer could easily be their father. Their delusions were both amusing and perplexing to her.

The class ended and Brittany made her way over to Spencer's desk, a warm smile gracing her lips. She was about to open her mouth to ask him about lunch when a student intercepted.

"Professor Reid," the girl began, her voice tinged with a hint of innocence as she batted her eyelashes, "Could you please explain this concept to me? I just can't seem to wrap my head around it."

Spencer, ever the attentive professor, nodded with a kind smile. "Of course, let's go over it together."

Brittany couldn't help but find the situation amusing as she watched Spencer engage with the student, his focus solely on helping her understand the material. The girl shot Brittany a perplexed look, as if questioning her presence there, but Brittany merely smiled back, thoroughly entertained.

As Spencer finished addressing the student's question and the girl walked away, Brittany couldn't resist making a remark about the peculiar atmosphere in the room.

"Quite the fan club you've got here, Dr. Reid," she quipped, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she gestured subtly to the numerous girls lingering around the classroom.

Spencer chuckled lightly, oblivious to the underlying implications. "Well, psychology is known to be a predominantly female field. It's not unusual to have more female students."

Brittany raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she studied Spencer's oblivious demeanor.

"Oh, really? Can't you see what's going on here?" she teased, her tone tinged with amusement and a hint of mischief.