Black Meets White

Hell In Class.

Be a badass with a good ass.

Tamara's pov

Holy shitballs!

I'm really screwed up.

So the guy I called an old fart is a lecturer? And not just a lecturer,but my Criminal Law professor!

I even told him his pubes are bushy. What was I thinking? But again, giving a fuck doesn't really go with my outfit.

RIP to the fuck I almost gave.

I would have thought he had forgotten about the horrible scene at the staircase or maybe he wouldn't recognize me but I'm having second thoughts now.

When we lock eyes,his widen with disbelief and then a very familiar smirk plaster his face.

It sort of reminds me of Hunter's stupid smirkish face. Why I'm I thinking about Hunter right now?

Because you can't get him off your mind. My subconscious decides to be a real bitch.

"No way bitch." I tell her.

"You okay?" Quan leans over and whispers. His eyes stare into mine with slight concern but I look away. I can't allow myself to be drowned in this handsome fool's eyes.

Not when I'm contemplating the reason why I keep thinking about that fartbox called Hunter.

"Do I look like I'm not?" I ask absentmindedly.

"I wouldn't blame you. Mr Fletcher always gives me the creeps." He says referring to the lecturer.

Hold on. Did he just say Mr Fletcher?? The registrar's... No. They just have similar surnames. They must have.

"He's creepy." I mumble with a smirk.

He presses his lips together exposing the lovely dimples and chuckles softly.

His chuckles attracts the attention of the two bungholes sitting in front of us. They turn almost at the same time to glare at us.

If you ask me, they look like two butt cheeks squeezing in torn underwears. And those torn underwears must belong to Mr Fletcher.

"The girl sitting next to Quan, would you mind answering that?" Mr Fletcher's voice brings me out of my reverie. His grey eyes stare at me creepily, and for the first time I feel the creeps that Quan was talking about.

"Umm yeah. Come again?"

His eyes widen again and a grin forms on his face. I'm left wondering which cum he thought I was referring to.

"How do you approach an advocacy exercise in a scenario of Criminal Law?" He asks calmly.

"Umm, I think approaching an advocacy involves case analysis and drafting possible arguments." I say proudly because I know I'm right.

I'm not just bimbo with a big ass. I'm smart. I'm a smartass with a good ass.

"I don't think so." A raven haired arse sitting in front of me voices.

Oh for fuck's sake. Here we go again.

"Prove your point Quinten."

"Well,oral submissions and cross information are all that matters here." He points out while smirking at me.

"That's almost the same thing. But her answer holds more waters than yours." Quan taunts with a sly smile.

I feel like kissing him right now for supporting me. On his ass with my heel.