Fall For You (ON HOLD)

(6)

It's probably a good thing, I suppose, that Harley's fucking roomie didn't let me stay in their room. There's an optional class this morning for some extra credit points and for new students who are testing different electives.

I wasn't actually planning on going since I already have enough credits to graduate early but I have nothing better to do. I guess I can make an appearance in the lecture hall.

On my way to the building, I pick up a muffin from the 1919 cafe and still manage to make it right on time. I look around the room, curious to see just how many Freshman joined up for this advanced class.

Oh my fucking God. Seriously?

The part that doesn't surprise me is that Harley's roommate is sitting in the front row like the good straight A, 4.0 brat that he is. No, the part that surprises me is the fact that he's fucking sitting in the lecture hall for Literature. I had thought, for sure, that he would be off in some Law or Business elective. He seems like the type.

Alex looks up from his book that's already open, ready to take notes like a good student. Always prepared. He turns his focus towards the door and sees me. His face fills with genuine shock and horror.

I smirk to myself. Maybe I could use this class that isn't compulsory after all.

When I reach Alex's side of the room, I take a seat beside him.

"Gemma, what are you doing here?" Alex asks. He doesn't do a good job at masking that he's not thrilled at learning that I actually attend classes and that we're going to be in a class together.

"I'm here to study Literature. What are you doing here?" I smile sweetly at him.

Alex shifts around in his seat so he's facing me. "Look, I signed up to this class to actually learn, so if you're not here to do the same, please don't sit next to me." Alex says, his face tells me that he's determined to maintain the perfect record that he had in high school through his college years.

"I'll be so quiet. You won't even know I'm here." I tell him. He gives me a skeptical look, not believing me. I pretend to zip my mouth shut, lock it was an imaginary key before it away, over my shoulder.

"Fine. Stay here then." He huffs. He doesn't look at all satisfied by my presence next to him. His attention refocuses on the front of the lecture hall as the professor enters.

"Welcome to Literature, everyone. This semester we will be covering the works of Bronte, Austen..." I zone out as the professor begins her usual, boring welcome introductory speech.

Alex's smile is wide as he walks out of Literature. He's clearly impressed with the subject. As he walks down the stone pathway, I catch up to him and walk beside him. I can't explain why.

"I didn't know you'd be interested in Literature." I note.

"You never asked." Alex snaps back. He sure has a feisty attitude. I don't think he's anything like the boy-next-door or the nerdy type he tries to pretend to be.

"You know, you're becoming more and more sassy with each conversation that we have, Alexander." I tell him, smirking. "Besides, how would I have had a chance to ask you if you're too busy kicking me out of the dorm the moment I get there?"

"Could you please not call me Alexander? It's just Alex." The boy requests hopefully.

"Sure," I leave a pause for dramatic effect before adding, "Alexander."

"Ugh." Alex huffs and walks faster along the path. I let him go. Not even trying to catch up with him. I'll see him again soon.