Professor Scipio~

day 1 smh.

You woke up a mess. It was 09:40am. Today was your first day of classes and you had already missed your alarm, leaving you 10 minutes late. Janiah was still fast asleep as her lesson wasn't until 11am, your first class was English with Professor Scipio, fuck why. You had already been caught with your friends last night, now you were late to his class.

uniforms was required when attending classes, you hated it. In high school you were allowed to wear whatever you pleased, rocking a short dress and a cardigan. At least the uniform was adaptable, as long as it didn't break dress code. You rarely gave shit about dress code anyway, wearing your skirt high above the knee and sliding a pair of stockings underneath.

 You gathered your school bag together and slug it over your shoulder, all whilst scoffing a piece of burnt toast and running out of the door.

As you entered the lecture hall, everyone lay their eyes on you. Including your professor. If it wasn't embarrassing  enough, you tripped over the shoe lace of your doc martens, causing you to become unsteady on your feet.

"You are late", he proclaimed handing you the book you would be studying this semester.

"Overslept", you replied finding an empty seat, unfortunately in the front row.

You pulled out an old pen from the bottom of your bag, scribbling some words down as your professor spoke about the book that lay on the desk in front of you. Romeo and Juliet. English was the only subject you actually liked, hence why you went against your family and majored in it instead of business. But come on... Romeo and Juliet has to be the most cliche book ever. He could have chosen anything else.

Your favourite genre was romance but the kind with all the sexy stuff in it, it was the best kind. Your second favourite was fantasy. It hit different when curled up in bed when it was raining, or cooped up in a bookshop with a cup of coffee. Although your friends considered you a "bad girl", you had a sweet spot for literature. You had even tried writing a few of your own stories before, just some stupid fan fictions about your favourite fictional characters though. 

Pulling up your phone, you had received a text from Athena.

To Kayden: Hows your first class with that weird professor going? Biology is killing me, its to damn early!

Hiding your phone under the desk, you typed out a reply.

To Athena: I was late to start off with, and he was really snotty about it.

To Athena: Really CBA, wanna meet up for a coffee after class?

To Kayden: I would but i have a study date with this girl I met , the teacher paired us up for a project. 

Before I could reply, Professor Scipio was stood directly in front of you. If he really wanted to, he could have practically read your messages. 

"Excuse me?", he said looking down at you. 

"Excuse you sir, but you are a little close for my comfort, personal space much", you said in a narcissitic tone.

Your attitude drove him crazy, you seemed like you could be such and angel, but you always had the devil on your shoulder. The way you called him sir got to him too. Most of his students called him 'Mr Scipio' or 'Professor', but you chose to use  'sir'. Why? 

He took a step back, "Okay then Miss D'more, would you care to explain chapter three for us please?".

He expected you to fail so miserably, you were on your phone so your attention was most definitely not on the book. Lucky for you, you had read Romeo and Juliet multiple times.