Cupid's Angel

intro.

I walked into the University of Stellenbosch confidently, not a strand of hair out of place. It was the first day of freshman year and I was eager to make a good impression. The sound of a fast-approaching skateboard rendered me stunned and unable to move fast enough, leaving me on the floor with iced coffee all over my white blouse and my books and notes in a mess on the floor. Before I could get up, the asshat who had come crashing into me was long gone.
"Really?" I yelled, "Asshole," I muttered, picking everything up off the floor.
"Here, let me help," Another brown-haired boy spoke, bending down beside me.
"Thank you, but I'm really okay, thanks."

"No, please allow me to," He spoke again, "I'm Noah, by the way."
"Okay, thanks for your help."
He looked at me expectantly and I cocked my brow in response.
"Oh! Right, right. I'm Juliet," I blushed.
"Well, Juliet, it was very nice to meet you. Can I walk you to your first lecture? My sister used to go here so I know my way around quite well."
"Oh, um, yeah, that would be nice, thank you. I'm with Professor Langham for Ancient Cultures 114. "
"No way! You're doing a Bachelor of Laws?"
I nodded.
"We have most of the same subjects, I'm in the Humanities faculty. This looks like the beginning of something special," He winked at me.
I rolled my eyes, "Not interested Noah. Take me to class, we're almost late and I can't wait to walk into a lecture hall full of people I've never met in a shirt that makes me look like I haven't showered in a month."
"Alright, alright. Relax."
"Lesson number one, don't ever tell me to relax," I scowled.

Noah and I walked into the hall before nine, so according to my goodie-two-shoes terms, half an hour too late even though we were technically two minutes early. The lights in the room highlighted my baby blue bra through my newly-transparent blouse and my cheeks burnt scarlet as most of the guys in the room had focused their desperate gazes on me.
"Shit," I mumbled under my breath and turned to Noah biting my lip. He stepped in front of me slickly, as if we were in front of a huge bear and being told to refrain from making any sudden movements. I noticed some snickering coming from the back of the room and peeped over Noah's broad shoulders only to see - surprise surprise - skaterboy and his friend having a laugh at me. Anger washed over me, expelling me toward idiot squared.

"Hey, asshole, I'm glad to see that you find this amusing," I spat.
"Please don't be rude, sunshine. The name is Mr. Asshole to you," He smirked.
"Fuck off, asshole. Give me your hoodie," I gestured to his Off White attire.
"Sorry, not today princess – there's no shirt on under here," He chuckled smugly.
"As I recall, this entire situation is your fault and I'm freezing," I responded, shivering from the ice that had melted into my blouse and frozen my skin; "Give it to me. Now," I demanded.
He sighed, reluctantly took his hoodie off and threw it above my head. I caught it anyway (thank you, first team netball) and basked in the gobsmacked look on his face.
I put it on over my blouse. It smelt... nice. Really, really nice. Not that I cared, it was just a win that it masked the coffee smell my boobs seemed to be emitting. I took my seat in the front, next to Noah.
Professor Langham walked in a few moments later; "S'up guys, my name's Matt."
Noah and I swapped comical glances at the 50-something year old man who spoke more casually than me.
"Ah, you," He pointed at Asshole, "Would you come down here for a moment?"
Asshole made his way down to the front, his cheeks flushed. Noah and I shared smug looks and a high five.
"Name?" Matt asked. Asshole mumbled something to him.
"No, share with the audience please."
"Cupid," Asshole spoke loudly, facing us.

Cupid? I wondered. This is probably one of his stupid jokes, who names a kid Cupid? He was hot though, I admitted internally as I stared at his God-like body with abs that looked like Leonardo DaVinci hand-sculpted them himself.

"Considering you think my class is a joke, I think you should continue this form of humour by attending the rest of my lectures for this semester half naked. In other words, if you come into my lectures with a shirt on before the 20th of March, I will ask you to leave. Is that understood Mr Fletcher?"
"Yes, sir."
"Thank you, you may return to your seat."

Huh, looks like university is a whole new ballgame altogether.