NEVER

4.- Rose

"Gosh!! How can he even be a teacher? How old is he? 24,25? He is way too hot to be a te-."

"Don't you have a boyfriend?", I interrupt Thea.

"Yeah I love Liam but gosh I think I'll study History just for him", Thea jokes.

"I wish you good luck", and we both burst in laughter.

On our way to our next class, calculus, we joke about how Thea's future would look like if she would study history: She would of course ask Teacher History-Hottie out after she graduated and they would get together and then they would both live in Italy for one year to learn more about Italian history. He would propose to her on a cliff next to the Mediterranean sea with a huge diamond ring and they would get married in Virginia in their huge back yard behind their huge house. I would of course be the bridesmaid. They would get 2 children and live happily ever after.

We can't contain ourselves and burst more and more into laughter after each of us puts more detail into the story. I laugh so much that my belly starts to hurt so hard and I screw my eyes shut.

Suddenly I collide with something and open my eyes wide. I hear that all of my books that I had in my hands fall down to the floor. When I look up, I am looking into mercury grey burning eyes. His eyebrows are furrowed in one line. I look intently into his eyes for what feels like an eternity until I look away because I feel like he is about to burn holes into my eyes. I pick up my books and mutter: "Sorry."

He turns his head to the left and looks me up and down like I am some kind of statue, monotonously says: " Learn how to walk for your own safety", lifts an eyebrow at me and turns away.

Rude.

He should have paid more attention to where he was walking instead of just ramming into me.

I follow him with my eyes and inspect him more. He is tall, really tall, like 6-feet-1-inch-tall. He is wearing only black and his toned back muscles are tense showing of by the way he's walking.

"You know what? I would definitely break up with Mr. History-Hottie to be with that guy. Did you look at his muscles and his jawline? Damn that was boyfriend material", Thea exclaims.

"He was so fucking rude. Who was that?", I curse loudly.

"That was definitely Mr Bad Boy, Alec Williams. Now I know why none of those girls in his school wanted to fuck him", Thea whispers.

"Thea!!! Hellooo? He was super cruel and shitty and rough and bad-manne-"

"He just crashed into you. Chill. Let's go, Mr. Einstein is waiting for us", my best friend exclaims.

She's right. I sigh and forget about what just happened.

We go up the stairs and I have to remind Thea that Einstein was a physician and not a mathematician.