Xavier

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Lunas POV

"So what I'm hearing is...your professor is fine as hell?" Nadia asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Precisely. He's a pretty good teacher so far though." I added. "It's only been a week." She laughed.

"You can always tell from the very first class if a professor is gonna be trash."

"Eh, I guess that's true. Now I'm upset because none of my teachers are fine." She pouted. "Well I mean at least the people who work in those offices in the honors lounge are pretty good looking." I shrugged.

Since Nadia is an Honors student, there's this special lounge with study rooms and shit for her and other honors students to go to. We typically go there to chill between classes or go study. "You are right. That man I always see walking in there and my advisor...Girl they are so fine."

I shook my head as I laughed at the look on her face. "They put you in a bi panic huh?" I asked teasingly.

"As a matter of fact they do." She laughed. "But who's really got me in a bi panic is that girl in Stat for Psych."

"Who?"

"She's dark skinned, wig is always laid, and she has full lips with beautiful teeth. I think her names Erin."

"Does She sit next to Connor?"

"Yeah, she is so gorgeous oh my god. I'm gonna try to talk to her...eventually." I finished eating my carrots and celery and joined her on the couch. "Is that all you're gonna eat? I got chicken wings too."

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm not really hungry to be honest. Well i actually just don't have an appetite."

"Your periods coming isn't it?"

I nodded with a sigh. One of the biggest downsides to my PMS symptoms was my lack of appetite within the first couple days before my period came on. I wasn't a person who usually had a big one so I was used to eating small meals and snacks, but on my period it was way worse.

"You know it."

"Aww, Lulu." She frowned as she reached out for me. I rolled my eyes at the nickname but moved closer to her anyway. "Don't call me that." I grumbled.

I laid my head on her shoulder and she draped a blanket around us as she turned on Harry Potter. "You always want to watch this." I groaned.

"Don't shit on Harry Potter, okay? You know it's good." She scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

The weekend went by rather quickly, too quickly if you ask me. I was up bright and early on Monday morning on my way to class. "The TA is supposed to be covering class I think."

"I could've stayed home." I groaned. Nadia and I entered our class together and sat in the third row. The class went by slowly and when it was over I all but ran out of the room. "Damn speedy Gonzalez can I get my laptop away." Nadia grumbled as she follows me out while stuffing her computer away.

"Sorry, sitting in there in that silence was stressing me out. It was so awkward."

"I know, the professor is nice too. I lowkey feel bad that no one was that interactive but me and that other guy."

"Yeah me too. But you won't catch me raising my hand or answering any open ended questions." I laughed. "Why not?"

"Now you know that's not even what I do." I replied. "Yeah you're right...so when are you gonna take that hoodie off?" She asked effectively changing the topic.

"Well I didn't actually plan on it." I shrugged as I started to feel self conscious. I began to pull the sleeves of the hoodie down over my hands while I pushed my hands into the pockets. "Well it's nice, and you look nice. I just didn't want you overheating."

"I'm good." I assured her. She continued to look over at me with an expression that looked like worry. "I promise I'm good."

"I'm going to take your word for it. But if you're not...you can tell me."

I only nodded in response. It's what she'd been saying to me since forever. She was very expressive in the things she wore and comfortable in her body. She often showed a lot of skin and wore short dresses or cropped shirts. I wasn't as comfortable with showing off my body the way she was.

Since I have large breasts, I always felt self conscious about wearing smaller shirts or tank tops. Let Nadia tell I had a perfect figure. I mean my waist is small, I have a nice ass and slight hips that looked proportionate to the rest of my body I guess you could say. But my triple D breasts, often made me insecure. I liked to cover up whenever and however I could. Showing skin wasn't my thing.

"Come on let's get something to eat." She urged me.

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Upon entering my last class, I noticed two things. It was damn near full to capacity and someone was sitting where I'd sat all last week. There was one spot left in the front so I huffed and swallowed the anxiousness I felt as I got closer to the front of the lecture hall.

I took a seat beside a tall girl with red hair and pulled out my laptop so I could take notes. It was 3:25 and I didn't expect Professor Nixon to arrive for another three minutes.

I was looking forward to seeing him. Not only because he was attractive, but I also had to ask something about our first writing prompt. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through tik tok while I waited for class to begin. 

Just as I'd suspected he walked into the room at 3:28. Today he wore grey pants that fit his figure perfectly and a black collared polo shirt. He paired it with white Alexander McQueen sneakers and a bit of a silver chain peaked out from his shirt. "Good afternoon, students." He greeted.

An array of replies sounded through the class. "We have a few things to go over today, but I wanted to start with going over what you can expect for this week."

I put my phone away and gave him my undivided attention. The class was only 50 minutes but it dragged. "He is so hot. Give me two weeks and I'll have him wrapped around my finger." I heard the girl behind me attempting to whisper to her friend.

I fought the urge to scrunch my face up and stood from my seat. I had the mission to approach Professor Nixon, but as soon as I got up to do so the usual crowd of bitches was already surrounding him.

I rolled my eyes casually and made my way to the doors. I guess I'll just email him.