You're the reason behind my S.M.I.L.E

Chapter 3

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Jennifer

Why did Monica save seats in the front row?

Oh, yes. The hot professor.

By the way, I should see if he's worth it.

Stop. He's a professor.

No matter how good looking he might be, he's my professor. Yes, right.

I looked up towards the white board to check what the professor had been teaching only to get hypnotized by the enchanting presence who was already looking at me.

Monica was right all along. He is at least six foot tall. His eyes appears as deep as the ocean, brown hair framing his face deliciously and a jaw line people use that roller tool to achieve. He doesn't look older than twenty-five.

It feels as if he walked straight out of a movie. Wait, he is our professor for the semester. Wow. I got out of my trance when I realized that he was the one who was watching me this whole time. But why? There is something in his eyes like he was putting the puzzle pieces together. I break the mini staring contest by diverting my eyes back on my notebook.

What should I write? Maybe numbers. I'm feeling so nervous for absolutely no reason. Calm down. He's just a good looking fella, nothing new. I have come across so many handsome men before but none compared to him. Okay, that was not necessary to point out. Let's just try to focus on his lecture rather than him.

I noticed Kathy drawing him on her notepad being the artist she is, she always draws people.

He is explaining the topic he was teaching before we came, from the beginning for us as we were late.

I like the way he speaks.

I like that he is repeating things for us.

Shut up Jen.

Focus.

He explained the concept of Integration which we have already covered in high school but there are some additions in it which he'll not be covering today.

Throughout the class he was stealing glances at me. Is there something wrong with me?

Maybe I have remnants of chocolate—I ate this morning—left on my lips. I pulled out a handkerchief and wiped my mouth.

Monica passed snacks from underneath the table and I took a handful.

I ate every time Mr. Reynolds was not looking.

However, I spoke to Kathy whilst eating resulting in me coughing like I am gonna die. Kathy pulled open her bag probably to take out her water bottle only to.find it empty. Out of the blue, a hand with an opened water bottle appeared in front of me. I looked up to find Mr. Reynolds holding the bottle so I took it from him and drank.

“Are you okay?” He looked deeply concerned for me.

“Yes, thank you.” I responded as I handed his water bottle back.

“Next time, don't talk while eating.” A smirk appeared on his face and I was shocked that he knew. Turning, I looked at my friends to find one of them awestruck while the other deep shade of red from embarrassment. The former being Monica and the latter being Kathy.