The Fall Aesthetic

Callum Humphries was never going to pass this course. Of that, Simon was positive. This was already the third week into HIST 306 and so far the red-head had managed to submit only one complete assignment. The first time he'd blamed hockey practice for distracting him, and the second time he'd laughed it off and said his roommate deleted it by accident. That blasé little gesture of his, running his fingers so effortlessly through ginger locks, had distracted Simon in turn and the TA found himself unable to reprimand the kid despite his best efforts. Blasted jocks and their lack of dedication. He didn't know why Humphries had insisted on taking the course anyway. He didn't need it for his general education credits, he was a bloody third year.

WIP WORK: Fluidly changing draft; chapters will be edited/changed as things develop.