Heat of the Moment (Heat X Reader)

Killer Classes

It wasn't hard to pick out freshmen from the rest of the students. You found you could tell what grade students were in based on how they dressed for morning classes in fact. For example, both you and Vivi had an 8 o'clock class. While she took her time doing her hair and makeup, you slept in for a bit longer. When she was getting dressed in a cute outfit, you tossed on a hoodie and your favorite pair of jeans. As she made herself breakfast, you dragged a brush through your hair and cleaned up in the bathroom, still in a half asleep state. You left a little before her to go pick up your own breakfast and coffee at a cafe on campus.

The point was, the further along someone was in school, the less they worried about how they looked and the more they worried about getting enough sleep. You were going to class, not on a date. You didn't care if you looked like death warmed over. It made it easier to avoid people anyway. No one wanted to talk to the girl who looked like she was fueled by coffee and self-loathing.

Even after sleeping in and stopping for food, you made it to class early enough to pick a good seat. Your favorite spot, no matter what class you were in, was always in the far back corner. It was away from the door so you wouldn't have to deal with people coming and going around you and you had less neighbors.

You took your seat and lazily watched as more students filtered into the room. A lot of them were dressed like you. Some looked hung over from a night of drinking while others looked too tired to be here. Some were probably questioning their decision to take classes so early in the morning. Not you though.

Getting up early sucked but it meant you'd have the rest of the day to do whatever. You sipped your coffee and turned your attention to the front of the room as the professor took her place behind her desk. She was drop dead gorgeous with long black hair and curves that could kill. You'd had her before in other history classes, Professor Hancock. She looked like an absolute goddess but her attitude left much to be desired. She tolerated the women in her classes but hated the men. You never figured out why.

She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a student coming in late. Long blonde hair and a scruffy goatee. He was one of Heat's friends of course. You assumed he was scanning the room for an open seat, it was hard to tell with all the hair covering his eyes. But eventually he found what he was looking for and started moving again.

"Better late than never I guess." Hancock scoffed, earning a few tired chuckles from the crowd.

You focused back on her as she started her lecture, only to jump a bit when the blonde man sat down by you with a sigh. There were plenty of other open seats down closer to the front, it made no sense for him to sit by you. You tried to ignore him and pay attention to what Hancock was talking about, but the man beside you proved to be a noisy neighbor. He fished through his bag to find a spiral notebook and a pen and began taking notes.

He settled down to the point that all you could hear from him was scribbling on paper. Each time he'd look up to see what she had up on the projector, you caught a glimpse of blue eyes.

"Not taking any notes?" He asked quietly. It was loud enough you could hear without disturbing anyone else.

"Me?"

"Yeah you. Who else would I be talking to?"

You just now noticed there was no one else sitting on the other side of him. In fact, there were a few empty chairs in the row. He definitely sat here on purpose.

"Oh, uh, no. I don't take notes."

He nodded. "What's your major?"

"Liberal arts." Your hands nervously fiddled with the warm disposable cup your coffee came in.