To Sext or Not To Sext

"So, did you lose a fight with a socket, Einstein?" Noah's sexy voice pierces through my mental spiral, before what he said catches up to me and I feel myself heat up. I stare determinedly at the syllabus, deciding to just let it go. But my mouth has a mind of its own and I hear a voice say

"Did you lose a fight with an alarm clock? Or do you need a map to get to class, Christopher Columbus"

I register distantly that that's my voice. Shit.

"Can't say I've ever been compared to Columbus before. Clint Eastwood, maybe. At least I don't show up looking like that, though" Noah finishes it off with a smirk, looking me up and down slowly.

I feel naked under his gaze, hyper aware of every particle of my body. I've never been good at letting things go or taking insults, though, and I've never known when to quit;