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What was he doing here?
I tried my hardest to pay attention to my professor as the entire class hung in their seats, occasionally taking notes.
It was psychology... of course. Because why wouldn't it be?
The human mind fascinated me.
Unless I was distracted.
I glanced nervously to my right, finding him still sitting back in his chair, on his phone as he kicked up his feet onto the seat in front of him.
Jesus, have some courtesy.
He looked back at me then, and we locked eyes for a split second.
The moment a smile peaked through his lips, I immediately averted my gaze to the front of the room.
But I could feel his eyes on me.
"And as you can tell," my professor went on, "the brain stem is connected to the medulla. The medulla controls our body functions that are needed automatically, like our breathing and heartbeat. This is why—generally with fatal injury—when there is excessive pressure on the brain, it pushes the medulla into the spine, which kills the person immediately."
I scratched down notes, deciding not to look at him again.
She just went on about the brain stem, and I shifted my feet uncomfortably.
"Fascinating," he said from next to me, "isn't it?"
I jumped then, almost screaming but I manage to hold it down.
I looked to my right, finding him sitting next to me with his feet kicked up on the chair... the same position he was in originally.
How did he move so quietly?
He gazed down at me with his slightly reddened eyes, smirking. "Do you like psychology?"
I remained silent, trying my best to stay calm.
"I'll take your silence as a 'yes'," he responded then, gazing back up front. "Don't be shy. Feel free to take notes. You're here for a reason, anyway."
I blinked and stared back down at my paper, gazing up at the slides before jotting the information down.
"So, little kid," he said then, making my gaze snap up, "what're you doing in college?"
Did he just... did he just call me...?
I gripped my pencil tightly.
Little kid?
Anger burned through me then, boiling into outrage words that threatened to tear from my mouth.
I was going to kill him, I swore.
"I," I said silently, hearing the lead of my pencil snap, "am not... a KID."
He looked down at me then, seeming amused at my reaction. "Oh? Why do you look like one then?"
