english - c.hood 01 | au

five

n o e l l e

something was off, and i was sure that it wasn't just me.

i went outside for some air like i had told luke, but first i went to refill my cup of whatever he was drinking. that shit tasted fucking amazing and i didn't know why, i just wanted more. making my way towards the front door, i had begun to feel dizzy. however, it was an odd type of dizziness, and as i stumbled out the front door, the feeling in my gut continued to worsen.

"hey there, you alright?" a voice murmured to me.

it was all hazy: the voice, the boy, all of it.

"why don't i take you inside, huh?" he smirked as he attempted to turn me around.

"n-no thanks, i'm going home." i said, trying to walk away, but he wouldn't budge.

"stop being a bitch already and let's go." he snapped, getting angry.

i felt all too weak to try and fight, so i simply gave in. that was, until the unexpected happened.

"hey!" a voice shouted. "let her go, mate."

mate?

i knew that voice and i knew that accent.

so before i collapsed onto the ground, i remember asking myself one thing: what the actual fuck was my english professor doing at a frat party?

~

when i woke up, it wasn't a pleasant feeling, and i was clearly still buzzed. i was still on the ground, only someone was hoisting me up under my arms. that someone happened to be my english professor, mr hood.

"noelle?" he questions. "are you alright, love?"

love.

"my head hurts." i complained. "what the hell did that broad give me?"

"broad?" mr hood questions.

"would you like me to use more vulgar language?" i ask. "i think not. thank you for your help, but i need to get home."

"no, you're coming with me." he states. "i'm not letting you go home in this condition, never-mind alone."

"but sir—"

"noelle." he sighs. "it's calum. right now, we aren't in class. therefore, you call me calum. is that understood?"

"okay." i nodded. "but please, calum. if you won't let me go alone, at least take me home."

he placed me in the front seat of his car and he drove me back to my dorm. just when i thought he was done, he lost certainly was not.

"how's your head?" he asks when we arrive at my door.

"hurts like a bitch." i mumble. "but thank you."

as i fumbled with my keys, calum then took hold of them and unlocked the door for me, walking me inside and into my room.