when the sun goes down

When things get interesting

It was at least half away through the lecture when the door was opened with a bang. All the students and even the half deaf professor, heard the noise and turned around. The professor went red in the face and started shouting in his croaky almost toad like voice "How dare you interrupt my lesson! If I was your professor I would have you instantly removed from my classroom!" He continues to mumble things to himself about how rude today's young adults are compared to him or anyone he knew when he was a youngster. Still in the doorway, there was a boy with black neatly brushed hair flicked back with hair gel, dark piercing eyes that could bore through your soul if you looked long enough and really strong cheekbones. He didn't even bother listening to what the professor was throwing in his direction and just causally looked around the small lecture room.  At some point, he said to the professor "Well turns out that I'm in your class and even if I don't have great time management skills, you should be honoured to have me here as I'll probably be your best student so if I were you, I'll shut up." The professor looked a little taken back with his response but said "You better take a seat then." The boy moved swiftly to the seat that the professor had gestured towards, which was right at the front in the left hand corner, which was very close to Ari. He dropped his bag on the floor with a little thud, which got a glare from the professor. He got out a pen and a notebook but didn't start taking notes but instead started to look out the window, completely ignoring the lecture. After a while he did looked around the room a couple times but Ari didn't manage to catch his eye. Ari was struck by the boy and she knew that her curiosity would kill her. She kept an eye on him for the rest of the lecture. He didn't take many notes but doodled a lot. Sat in the corner, leaning against the wall, his doodles seemed of some artistic genesis. She wondered what else he has drawn or what he was doing in a musical history class rather then an art one. Lost in her thoughts, the bell that chimed at the end of class brought her back to reality. He had already put his things back in his bag and hurrying out the classroom in a flash.