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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.

He then proceeded to explain the problems on the board. It was simple though. But some girls deliberately said that they were not getting it. So he had to explain the problem all over again. I looked around the class and spotted the last person I wanted to see today, Hiten, who is looking back at me with his signature twisted smile I have ever seen.

I smiled a tight-lipped smile in return towards him. Doesn't he get that I'm not interested in him at all. Well what can I say he is such a fool. Let me tell you he had a lot of girlfriends in the past. But now he is just after me I guess. You'll ask why. Man, I've no idea.

“Okay, that's it for today. Since I don't have the register with me yet, you all can just pass on this sheet to everyone for the attendance.” Mr. Reynolds said as he handed the sheet to the person sitting in the corner of the class.

I started to pack my bag. When the sheet reached me I quickly jotted down the information that he had asked on the sheet: My name, roll number and then date of birth. After writing my own I wrote down Kathy and Monica's as well and passed on the sheet. Kathy nudged me with her elbow making me look up at her. 

“You know, he was looking at you the entire time.” She whispered in my ear so only I could hear her. I was confused as to whom she was referring to. She can't possibly catch up on the professor's constant glances my way. But maybe I am reading too much into it. I am sitting in the front so obviously I am in his line of vision. Monica must have chosen this specific spot after careful consideration.

“Who?” I whispered.

“Professor.” She mumbled as she observed Mr. Reynolds, it appears as if she's trying to decipher him.

My mouth forms an ‘o’ because it means that it was not only me who noticed that. Was he really staring at me and all that line of vision was nonsense. I was about to reply when I noticed that everyone had already left except for a few students.

“Let's get out of here first.” I stressed and urged Monica to get up as well. She is sitting beside Kathy so it's difficult to pack up her stuff and leave.

“Relax Jen, we should wait for everyone to leave so we could have a chat with the hottest professor.”

“No way.” I shrieked. “We need to leave.”

“Exactly.” Kathy took my side making Monica pout so we decided to leave her to have the 'chat'.

I stood up from my seat, followed by Kathy. When we were just two more steps away from getting out of the class, Mr. Reynolds called out, “Wait!”

I turned around to find his gaze fixated on me meaning he is indeed referring to me. Kathy's brows pulled together in confusion, needless she left afterwards giving the look of you-better-give-me-details-of-this-encounter-later. I gave her a nod before approaching the podium where he was standing.

He kept looking at me for a few heartbeats, so I cleared my throat deliberately.

“I have your things” is all he disclosed prior to getting his bag from the ground and extending a small paper bag towards me.

Now I'm confused. I'm standing there watching him as if he had grown two heads. What does he mean? What is it he is handing out and that too only to me? I am pretty sure I haven't given him anything. I never met him for that matter. Then what's this about?

He must be confusing me with someone else. There's no way we have met before.

After a whole minute passed, he realized that we are not on the same page so he elaborated “You dropped all of your bookmarks. In the morning?” He offered and I must look the dumbest person on planet Earth with my mouth hung open.

I stepped on his hand.
I stepped on his hand.
I stepped on his hand.

With my four inch heels.

Not only that but my lips almost touched a professor's in the morning. My hands covered my mouth.

This is bad.
So bad.

While I just left thinking it was probably a student, it was our new professor I told to keep the stuff. Gosh, I looked down at his shoes and indeed the same shiny shoes greets me. I accidentally bumped into him and he collected every single thing to return it to me. Now it all makes sense why he was looking at me like that. He must be thinking that I am some crazy human being.

“I...” No words came out of my mouth.

I stepped on his hand. I should at least ask if his hand's okay.

“Is your hand okay?” I asked as I took a look at his hands as I am not even sure which hand I stepped on or worse both of them.

“I thought people exaggerated the pain of someone stepping on you with a heel but I was proved wrong.” He shook his head dismissively.

“I'll send you the ointment really quickly. I'm extremely sorry. It won't happen again, ever.” With that I grabbed the bag from his hand and ran as fast as I could, leaving him as apparently he has the next class there as well.

Once I was at a safe distance away from his class, I texted Kathy.

Me:
You won't believe what just happened.

Where are you?

She replied within seconds,

Kathy:
Spill now!

I'm in the Cafeteria with Monica who is sulking.

Me:
Why?

Kathy:
She believes the guy she met on the plane doesn't give her enough attention.

He didn't see her story after she posted it for like five seconds.

Me:
What? *inserts laughing emojis*

I wish I could be the one who hadn't been given much attention.

Kathy:
Woah! Attention huh? Come fast!

Curiosity is killing me.

Me:
You've got it all wrong. It was about something else. Order something for me in the meantime!

Kathy:
Got it. By the way, he just saw Monica's story.

She's back to normal.

I took the ointment from the Medical room and then rushed towards the Cafeteria. I took a seat at the table, “It was Mr. Reynolds in the morning.” I announced and put my head on the table in frustration. “How will I face him in class from now onwards? It's a whole semester.” I looked up to find both of them staring at me.

“Will anyone bother to tell me what happened in the morning?” Monica pointed out crossing her arms.

I narrated the whole incident again and Monica concluded that I was one lucky girl. She would die to be in my place whereas I rolled my eyes at her statement.

“Monica, can you deliver this ointment to Mr. Reynolds?” I pushed the ointment on the table towards her, requesting her because there is no way that I would go there myself.

“Don't worry, I'll gladly do it.” She took it, giving me a flying kiss.

Now that I think about it, anyone could have been in my place but they would have collected their stuff before going their way. Maybe I am thinking too much.

Kathy seemed to be in deep thought before she bombarded me things such as:

“Wow! You found the guy from this morning.”

“He indeed looks like your soulmate.”

“The way he stole glances at you. I could feel the chemistry.”

“I'm so happy for you.” and whatnot.

I denied everything she just assumed, saying, “We are never ever getting together.”

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