Hush-Hush ✧z.m.✧

One.

I stared mindlessly towards the front of the room, not listening at all to the professor as he lectured us about something I had little interest in. I already had vast knowledge of just about everything, mainly because I've learned about it hundreds of times, and have actually experienced some of it. So to me, school didn't require my full attention anymore.

I sighed, slumping in my seat in obvious boredom.

The other students around me tended to annoy the shit out of me. Why? Well, seeing as my senses were more sensitive than a humans, I am able to smell and hear things that I would much rather not.

For example, the boy sitting three rows up from me has an awful stench emitting from his pants. As an 18 year old in college you'd think one wouldn't shit their pants anymore, but that assumption is obviously wrong. The sour smell was not unbearable, for I've smelled worse, but it was nauseating.There was also the five females in the room who were menstruating. The foul odor seemed to drift right towards me. Fucking humans and their bodily functions.

Also, the sound of pencil on paper was ever the more irritating. To me, it was sort of like nails on a chalk board. I couldn't stand the sound, yet I was forced to have to deal with it. The whispers also annoyed the shit out of me. These people are in class, would they at least be considerate of others and shut their traps for 50 minutes? And of course, in the 21st century we cannot forget about the beeping and vibrating from those little objects we call cell phones. It seems as though everyone has some notification or text coming in every few seconds.

"So, I now ask, what specific treaty ended the war in 1713?" the professor's scratchy voice broke through my thoughts. This man needs to take a drink of water for sure.

The class was silent, a few coughs here and there, nothing else. They all looked lost, unsure of the answer.

Jesus, have these people been listening? We've been on the same unit for three weeks now.

I sighed loudly in annoyance, sitting up in my seat as I raised my hand.

The professor snapped his head in my direction, seemingly relieved that someone was willing to answer.

"Ah, yes, Miss Brexton?"

The entire class turned around, their eyes burning into me. I clenched my jaw, ignoring all the scents that invaded my senses with the sudden movement from everybody.

"The Treaty of Utrecht." I answered smoothly.

The professor grinned brightly, pointing a finger at me in excitment, "Yes! You're correct Miss Brexton."

I nodded casually, my peers all slowly turning back around.

Except one.

My eyes slowly moved towards the figure who sat all the way up front. His hair was jet black, his brown eyes covered with large black glasses, his jaw shaded with some stubble. He wore a grey Ralph Lauren sweater and beige pants. To say he was overdressed for school was an understatment. He looked like a mathelete from highschool.

The moment he realized that I was staring back at him he turned around quickly. I smirked, noticing the blush covering his cheeks.

His innocence was blatantly obvious.

Man how I miss the days where I was just an innocent human being.