Glory

22. New York University Pt.2

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING!! ⚠️

"No, annoying you is so much fun.", Damson smirks. "Isn't it?", Royale smiles, causing me to roll my eyes. I must get away from these unholy presences. "Tag teaming me now, — I don't do threesomes." A chuckle departs from Damson's lips, as his gaze gradually pivots to Royale, who quickly departs, leaving Damson and me alone. Please, you've got me to be kidding me?! He leans on the door, causing a groan to leave my mouth. His left hand strokes my face, causing my eyes to shut. And just like that, all my exasperation{annyance} disappears. Why does my body betray me? "God!", my voice whispers.

His right hand twists the doorknob, as the pathway opens. "Good, I don't like to share." My body feels taut, and my throat becomes tight, refusing to draw the air into the room, clouding my throat as Damson's eyes remain. Earth to Annika!! A sigh descends from my lips, and I take a deep breath.

Thoughts will be italicized!

Tuesday, September 3rd
First Day of Classes
NYU Campus; Computer Science: Statistics for Social Sciences
12:00 PM—3:00 PM

Syllabus —
Courses that will be covered in this class:
Computational Social Science: This provides a non-technical introduction to the intersection of computer science, statistics, and social science. Students learn how to analyze big data from sources like online dating profiles and social media, They also explore the ethical and privacy challenges of big data and algorithmic decision-making, etc.

Tuesday, September 3rd
First Day of Classes
NYU Campus; Computer Science: Statistics for Social Sciences
2:00 PM

"Let's begin with the ELX Lab.", the professor states, as the class forms into a two lan-partner team, and Damson sits in the air beside me, with a grin. "First obtain the computer, and secure the EKG around your partner's arm. Place the pulse oximeter on a finger of your choice."

"I'm curious to know which finger you'll choose.", a smirk glides onto my lips. "Oh, the anticipation you must have." I roll my eyes, as his fingers run up my arm before securing the EKG, and he places the oximeter on my index finger, causing goosebumps under my skin as a soft grin appears on my mouth, before I lick my lips. "Oh— are you disappointed—", his face mockingly pouts. "Not in the slightest." Damson's eyes squint, as a soft surpassed laugh escaped him. The professor places the thick black headphones over my ears, as Damson reaches for the tiny microphone, as a small tap alarms me "I can hear that!", l a smirk glides onto his lips. "Just checking."

"What are you feeling, right now?", let's see, his brown eyes are attentively staring into mine, as he shifts from looking at the computer to me. This sent shivers down my spine, and my hands dug into my wrist. There is a right and wrong answer. "Nervous."

"Is it because I make you nervous?" A sarcastic, sly smirk glides onto my lips as a soft chuckle escapes me. "No— rather because it's the first day. I don't know if you know this, but well-adjusted people get nervous on the first day of schooling." Damson nods his head concentratedly, as his gaze lies on my lips, which causes my gaze to decline immediately. I roll my eyes annoyingly, my body will not betray me.

"Interesting— I didn't know of this, charismatic people don't get nervous, Arewa—", Damson announces, with a smirk, and my jaw clamped nervously. His gaze declines towards to computer, revealing the monitoring heart rate, my eyes shut, as a chuckle descends from my lips. Fuck! "Your turn."