"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Tom started, the class watching as the teacher began to grade. 

"Thou art more lovely and more temperate." He spoke clearly, making eye contact with you.

"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May/ And summer's lease hath all too short a date." He paused, then continued.

"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines/ And often is his gold complexion dimmed/ And every fair from fair sometime declines." He said, then seemed to forget the next line.

"By chance, or nature's changing course." You whispered, the glow in his eyes returning.

"By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed/ But thy eternal summer shall not fade/ Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st/ Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade/ When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st." He said, his voice filled with emotion.

He looked at you and said, "So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see/ So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

The whole class snapped enthusiastically. The teacher smiled at him, "Well done! Take a seat." Tom slid his hands into the pockets of his heather grey jeans and sat back in his seat, which was right next to you. 

"If it wasn't for you, I would I been an embarrassment." He whispered, lightly tapping your foot with his.

"It's good to be prepared Mr. Hiddleston." You said in your most british accent, but failed.

"Say Ms. (L/N), are you a fan of Shakespeare?"  He asked just as the teacher called your name.

"I like funny stuff." You replied as you got up in front of the class.

You stood with your hands together and said, "I will preforming David Ignatow's poem, The Bagel." This caused the class to giggle and you could feel Tom staring at you the whole time.