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Professor

Man, traffic sure is a bitch.

I  finally arrived to the campus after being in a blunder with some angry drivers and leaving the scene with a middle finger.

I'm just not in the fucking mood today.

Reaching for my suitcase, I was about to get out the car when I heard an altercation. It sounded like two women was arguing. I slide out of my car and watched the scene beside the roof of my car , sipping my morning coffee. After a few moments, one of them stormed out of one of the door rooms. From far away, I could see that familiar, petite body storming off very quickly.

Miss Haynes.

She was going so fast, I assumed she was heading to another class, when she bumped into a passerby. Her lips released a quick 'I'm sorry', and they moved on. Her books were scattered on the sidewalk, and she hurried to pick them up.

Don't let me regret this. Ugh.

Before I knew it, my feet was heading in her direction. I picked up a book, Art Sculpting. She noticed it was no longer on the ground and looked at me. As she noticed it was me, her eyes went big before going back to normal. Tsk. I had that effect of everyone, and may I say I'm kind of proud of it. When I handed it towards her, she then gave a small smile and reached for it. Somehow our hands touched, and I felt that stupid tingling feeling, again.

"Thank you, Professor." She placed it in her bag while the other hand held her forehead in pain.

"No problem. Miss Haynes, is something wrong?" Gesturing towards her head, I asked plainly.

Not that I cared.

She shed away from making contact with me. Damn, did I have something on my face? I nonchalantly wipe my face with my hand. She blew a breath and shook her head. "No, nothing's wrong. I just feel like a potato with a headache.", she mumbled the last part.

"Hmm. A potato? With a headache? Never heard of it." I quirk one of my eyebrows. "How come?"

Still, I don't care.

"The headache itself is from the par-" She started but rushed to stop herself when she saw I rolled my eyes. So she one of 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 party girls. Of course. "Actually, I so happened to stumble and fell, resulting in myself hitting my head." She said unsurely. I could tell she was making up a fib.

"Yeah, you tend to stumble and fall alot." We both started to walk slowly. "Where are you headed?". I really didn't care, but she's if she has my class today, she better not be late.

She casually sways her hips, now without a care in the world. Her spirit almost fully lifted. Unless she's hiding how she really feels. She works her hands through her hair and sigh. "Art Sculpting."

"Hopefully you'll be early to that class. Unlike you are to mine." I spoke sternly, looking straight through her.

"Once again, sorry sir. And actually I might be." She looked down, rocking on her tip toes. She was biting her lip, and I couldn't help but to look.

I coughed. "Well I guess I held enough of your time. I'll be on my way." I started to walk off, not even looking back. "Don't be late, Ms. Haynes."

"Okay Professor."