I remember how we met
We met thanks to him currently looking forward to the future
Believing that he was so high
Nothing bad would ever happen to him
That he didn't have a flaw
He was getting a tour of the campus
Our scouts having seen his impressive streak in baseball
His good grades granting him scholarships
His personality giving him the right connections
My class was the third one they showed him
I hadn't noticed him when he first came in
I had to speak in front of my class and wasn't keen on being interrupted
Especially by a highschooler
Of course, it was the highschooler however who corrected me on my error
He listened to my lecture on lionfish, and seemed rather interested himself on the subject so well to even correct my mistake aloud
I was embarrassed and a little rattled at the fact that someone so young had corrected me
I turned to lay eyes on him and was surprised at how short he was
He was very boyish looking
Hair was messy as if he recently rolled out of bed and forgot to comb it
A small blazer hugging him in the wrong places
And skinny jeans too tight I would have thought they were made for sticks
He wore odd assortments, but made them look casual and fitting
I turned to him and asked how old he was
He told me, "Seventeen and a half, I'll be eighteen within three months"
I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest, having a feeling that someday he'd be a great addition to my class
Yet, I felt intimidated by him
I was taller
More rugged-looking
Had clean cut hair
Clad in clothes I spent an hour ironing out
And was older
But, I was nervous
I said, "Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you-"
"Calvin"
I smiled charmingly at him, "Calvin," his name lingering on my tongue longer than necessary
He grinned and my breath caught in my chest
"It's nice to meet you too, Professor"
He was beautiful
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You made me nervous too
