Shhh...

My Neck, My Back

Hair whipped across my face as I dashed to Lecture Hall A4. This was not how I anticipated College to start.
I had already forgotten my books in my rush, I spilt my coffee on my shirt and my hair was a bird's nest. This was deadly. Too deadly.
My sneakers slapped on the lacquered floor and my heart reverberated in my head. Lecture Hall A4! Found it.
I burst through the door, and tripped on my shoelace, attracting the gaze of all the engrossed students. Panting, I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder only for its handle to snap, spilling all its contents on the floor. My cheeks warmed and I froze.
I could feel a tense glare drilling into my side. I slowly turned my head in the direction of the glare and was rooted at my spot as my gaze clashed with the icy stare of the young professor. I was taken aback by his Adonis-like features - honey gold skin, bright blue eyes and built physique.
 
He cleared his throat, "I hope you have a good excuse for your tardiness, Miss...?"
"Emerson," I replied.
As he perused my attire, his eyebrow arched questioningly.
"Take a seat, Miss Emerson." He returned to the board as I hastily picked up my books.
I sink into the last remaining seat in the front row. Just as I settle in, I realised that my day, in fact, could get worse. The lyrics to My Neck, My Back blasted throughout the empty lecture hall.
"All you ladies pop your pussy like this..."

My eyes widened in shock as my phone vibrated violently on the desk. In my haste to silence the offending noise, I flung the phone across the room as a last resort and watched in mortification as it sailed through the air and landed at the professor's feet face up.

The audible gasps of the room were deafening.

He gingerly picked up the device and cocked his head as he read the screen, "I believe your...Ahem... 'Dick Trap' is calling?"

Damn my best friend, Sophia and her hoe bag ways. If it weren't for her thirsty appetite for sausage I wouldn't have labelled her the Dick Trap.

"Oh um... That's just... Richard... My um... Mouse catcher." I stumbled on my words as embarrassment flooded through me.

"Right. I'll be keeping this with me until the end of the lecture. See me after class, Miss Emerson." He decisively placed the phone on his desk and continued with his lesson.

***
After the end of the class, I lingered behind as the other students filed out of the room. I eyed my phone on the desk, itching to grab it and run. I wrung my hands and tentatively approached the desk. "Sir?"

Unperturbed, he shuffled his papers into his briefcase. Being in such close proximity to his devilish good looks caused sweat to bead down my back and made my breath erratic. He flicked his gaze in my direction and turned his attention back to his papers. Without looking up, he commented in his gravelly voice and folded up his sleeves, "I hope this will be the last disturbance in my class, Miss Emerson."

I couldn't help but notice and simultaneously salivate at the gorgeous veins that popped underneath his golden skin. I swallowed and meekly replied, "For sure".

He nodded tersely and held out his hand, his long fingers wrapped around my phone. I moved to receive the goddamn cursed object and gasped when our fingers connected. I kid you not, I felt an actual spark.

"Damn. I must be static", he supplied snatching his hand back.
I cradled my own as the spark lingered on my fingertips. "Thanks", I muttered and dashed out of the room before I could make a bigger fool out of myself.

I wandered aimlessly through the new campus, so different to my old college. I felt like the new kid again after transferring this semester. I was just rounding an unfamiliar corner when I stumbled into a brick wall. The wall grasped my elbows and my hands felt a pulse. I raised my eyes and was met with smiling baby blues. "You alright, Speedy Gonzalez?"
I chuckled under my breath and replied dryly, "Ha. My hero."

He grasped my hand and raised it to his lips. With his lips to my skin, he introduced himself, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady. The name's Chase. And who might you be?"

"Hi Clara, I'm Chase. Wait! I mean, hi Chase, I'm Clara", I said all flustered.
He chuckled and said, "Hey, you look lost. Do you need a hand?"
I exhaled with relief, "That would be perfect, Thanks. I'm looking for dorm block C."
"I'm heading there anyway", he replied.

We walked in a comfortable silence through the courtyard until he interrupted, "so you are studying Lit with Professor Suarez? I saw your grand entrance."

I dramatically buried my face in my hands and groaned. He laughed at my antics and peeled my hands away from my face, "No, it was good! It was the first piece of entertainment I had had all day."

"I don't think he likes me much. The professor, I mean."

"No no, he's not usually so terse. But, he is one of the best teachers I've ever had. No one can make me more passionate about literature than he can." He stuck his hands in his pockets and continued to lead me on.

"Well, here we are. Dorm block C. I'll see you around, Speedy." He saluted me and I watched as he whistled and walked away.

I turned and was shocked to find Professor Suarez standing on the threshold of the dorm block entry.

"About time, Miss Emerson."

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