Solangelo Oneshots

Professor Solace

"Skipping out on your work again, huh?" Will said, startling me pretty badly. "What's it to you?" I asked, turning to face him. The truth was, my depression was pretty bad. I just wanted to go home and cry. But Will didn't know that, I guess. He thought I was skipping out on class again.
"That's no way to talk to your superior." Will smirked, leaning against the doorway.
"You're barely my superior. You're, what, two years older than me? You're just so smart aren't you?" Will had graduated earlier, so when most people learned at college, he taught.

And I, an idiot, signed up for his class. So I was supposed to call him 'Professor Solace' but I'm gonna go with no. Hard pass.

"Di Angelo? Excuse me?" Will interrupted my train of thought. I glared at him.
"Like I said, it's none of your business. So back off."
"A please would be nice."
"A lot of things would be nice."
"Very true. One of those things being you actually going to your classes. What's your excuse? And don't 'none of your business' me. You are going to tell me and you are going to tell me now." At this time I was trapped by a wall and Will's finger was on my chest. His lips were only a few inches from mine. Why was I thinking about his lips?
I murmured, "Nothing. Please. Leave me alone." "Nothing, huh? You've missed almost a third of my classes this year, and I demand an answer. What's going on, Nico?" Apparently, Will could be scary when he wanted to be. I didn't think he had it in him. But there was an edge to his tone. He sounded concerned. But, then again, he couldn't be that concerned if he was threatening me. "What're you going to do if I don't tell you?" I asked. He looked taken aback. "What? I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want to know what's wrong. So I can help you."
"Maybe I don't want your help." I retorted.
"Well," Will said, "I'm going to help you anyway. I'm coming to your dorm tonight. I will bring pizza and this giant stuffed possum. It's so weird. It's all 'omg I'm a fuckin possum' but it's really an opossum and—'" Will stopped himself. "Sorry. I got ahead of myself. I mean, I am going to your home tonight with a giant opossum, but I'm supposed to be professional." Will smiled and I realized something. Something really bad. I was in love.