Deadly Infatuation

Chapter 3

So Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac is the song that I was listening too when I wrote the Italicized part below. So let me know how y'all feel about What happens in the chapter!

Chapter 3

"Lily! Get up or we are going to be late!" Laney shouted at me while pulling my covers off me. What time even is it? I ask my self-looking for my phone, it's 7:30 and my first class is at 8:00 am. Great, I'm going to be late for the first day of classes. Springing out of bed now in a panic to get dressed I'm bumping into walls and almost fell twice in an effort to get my jeans on quickly. I scramble to brush my hair and teeth at the same time. I run to my desk and gather all my books and shove them into my backpack. In under 15 minutes Laney and I are out the door and heading to school.

Laney and I find a parking spot and walk into our first class and only class that we have together, and since we're late the only seats available are ones in the front row. We get settled into our new seats and Laney leans over and says "So apparently, our Professor is a hottie, and he is only a couple of years older than us." Laney somehow always knowing the latest gossip. I open my mouth to comment on how unlikely that is but before I could respond our Professor walked in. The moment he walked into the room I felt my world stopped spinning Laney wasn't wrong, he was absolutely breath taking. He was tall, at least 6'2ft not near as tall as Cameron but he made up for it in the way he carried himself. I could feel his light grey/blue eyes scouring the room while he studied his new students until finally, his eyes locked on me.

I could feel his eyes boring into me like he was looking into my soul. It's only because I'm in the front row I tell myself, but he continued to stare. I shifted in my seat and averted my eyes hoping it would break this awkward encounter. After a few seconds that seemed like forever he broke his glance and turned to the blackboard. "Hello, my name is Professor Lucas Riley, and you will call me Professor Riley." his voice stopping any background chatter, his voice had a way of silencing a room. Professor Riley launched himself into the class as he explains the syllabuses and started to take role. The third name called was mine, and like the others I rose my hand and said here, locking eyes with him again.I was seated right in front of his podium that was in front of the class. That's why he locks eyes with me, I'm just in front of him. I keep reassuring my self, since I was so close I got to see how grey/blue his eyes were. They were the color of the sky after a storm, a beautiful light grey with tinges of blue. I tried listening to what he was teaching instead of admiring him, but it didn't last long.

He was unbearably handsome, his jet-black hair curly and unruly, had this disheveled look to it that only got worse when he ran his hands through it. Dressed in an expensive dark gray suit with a white shirt underneath it only made his hair seem darker. He was gorgeous, he could have been Andy Blacks doppelganger. His jawline so defined it could cut glass, along with his high cheekbones would put any model to shame. Scolding myself for admiring him instead of listening to his lecture, I decided that looking down and taking notes would be my best option to avoid staring some more. Jeez, I'm lucky he teaches history, if he was teaching math I would fail for sure.

Even looking down it was hard to focus on a voice like his. His voice was strong and full of confidence but also tinged with passion when he taught. He went on about telling the class exactly what we are going to learn throughout the semester. Right at the end of class, he passed out a survey that we were all supposed to fill out and bring back to next class. I could feel my cheeks heat up and my heart start to pound as he came over to me, standing right in front of me I look up at him. Staring into his ice blue eyes I take the paper from him, his fingers barely grazing mine. They linger there for just a moment too long and then they were. I'm overreacting, I just need to sleep more, it's all in my head. I assure myself throughout the duration of the class.