Lays POV
I walk through the hallway in a rush. It's almost time to start the lesson. I didn't know that it took a lot of time walking from my condo to school and talking to the head.
Finally, I reach the lecture room and went inside. I closed the door and look around. There are few students, and they are all looking at me like I'm sort of new animal species that they haven't encountered before.
I walk to the podium and start introducing myself. And I asked them to register to the main computer in the room if ever they want to continue taking up this subject. I look around again and see that they are almost at their late teens or early twenties. And all of them are busy with their computers so I look at the main computer to see their profiles. It seems like there are twenty students that are already linked, I looked up again and count the students inside the room and noted that they are all going to stay.
I browse at their profiles; they are mostly sons and daughters of wealthy family. I wonder if this school only took up this students cause they are rich. Well I'm here to teach so I go on telling them the syllabus of the subject, what we would tackle in this semester, what we are going to do. And this go on till it's the end of class.
The bell rings and they stand up and gathered their things. I went back to my table and look at their profiles again. I want to see and learn more about the students here and besides the heads warning are still ringing on my ears.
I look up the computer when I felt someone's presence, and see a girl staring at me. I blinked. Her green, emerald eyes are looking intently at me. I'm feeling conscious, "Uhmm, do you need any help?"I asked her. I think my heart is drumming, this is odd. I kept my gaze at her and saw her cheeks turn red. She's blushing? I feel something in my stomach.
"No, sorry. I was just wondering if you had your breakfast this morning Ms. Lay." She asked.
Did she hear my stomach grumbles? I don't even feel hungry, but I didn't got to eat anything before leaving earlier so maybe I am. But still I was shocked by how she calls me Ms. Lay, isn't it informal to call your professor with a nickname?
"Here Ms. Lay." I look at my table and saw a wrap up sandwich and coffee. Then when I look up again all I saw was her retreating back. She walks fast. I didn't even have the time to ask what this is for. And I don't even have the time to ask her name. I look back to the main computer and browse the students profile to look for her face.
Then I saw her smiling profile picture. She has a back length, jet black, straight hair, fair skin, a dimple on her cheeks, red lips, and the most intriguing of all is her green eyes. It seems like, they can see through your very soul. Rayne Ashley Wilson, who are you?
