breakfast, and the boys had already left for class by the time we headed out. I opened the door and found a note taped to it addressed to the both of us. It read, Good morning sleepy heads. Tried to wake you, but it was like waking the dead . (Anita snickered.) We hope to see you in class, Finn and Dean .
The classroom was tucked in the bottom floor of the oddly shaped building. Only the periphery of the building had classrooms the rest of the first floor was consumed by an open outdoor courtyard. There were bushes and flowers planted in the middle of the concrete walkway. Each wing had to be accessed through separate doorways; one floor contained the offices for the History Department and the Foreign Language Department. The other wing contained a computer lab, and a few classrooms.
Our classroom was in the left corner of the bottom floor. It had no windows, and the only natural light came in through the doorway. It was an odd shaped room with sharp corners, and an L-shaped arrangement of the students’ desks around the professor’s podium. Luckily we made it to class on time, because there was no sneaking into this room.
We had just walked through the door, and Anita elbowed me in the ribs. She was motioning toward the back of the room with her chin. The guys were sitting in the back of the room. I was mesmerized by the way the florescent light glinted off Finn’s thick, dark, wavy hair. His ivory skin and deep blue eyes seemed to glow. Dean sat next to him, thickly muscled, with dark honey blond hair, and wild green eyes. They had a mystical aura surrounding them that had captured every female’s attention in the room. It seemed all of the girls were trying to move close to them, even one I was fairly certain was a lesbian.
I was disappointed to see none of the desks near them were available. Despite that, Anita kept moving toward them. She focused her gaze on the girls on either side of them and half-smiled. Her expression managed to look menacing without showing her fangs. Both girls immediately vacated their seats. Finn seemed shocked by the girls departure, pleased, but shocked. Dean on the other hand seemed amused. Odd.
The professor began her lecture on the emperors of the Roman Empire. She wove a lively tale of the highs and lows of one of the most advanced societies of the ancient world. My head was filled with the origins of republican government, the debauchery of gladiator battles, and the horrors of Caligula and Nero.
Fifty minutes later we were stuffing our books back into our bags. Finn playfully tugged at Anita’s hair to get her attention, “That was an interesting method of getting the seat you wanted.” “I guess they were just intimidated by me,” she shrugged. Anita sniffed at the air and asked Dean, “Did anyone ever tell you that you smell like pine?”
Anita looked pointedly at me, and my eyes flashed green. She nodded at my recognition of her meaning. “Did you say pine?” I repeated. Hmmm…interesting. Dean smirked, like he didn’t care if we figured out his secret. I had to hand it to the guy, he was nothing if not confident. Anita sauntered up to him, leaned in, and sniffed his neck. Dean put his large hand in her hair and tenderly kissed her forehead. “We should talk later,” she whispered to Dean. “Looking forward to it,” he answered.
Anita and I had theater next, to fill our humanities requirement. We didn’t register together. Still, somehow we had both decided on our own that since we were good at pretending to be ‘normal’, acting shouldn’t be difficult. Not that there was much acting in this class, it was theater appreciation. There were a couple of monologues to deliver, but mostly it was learning the basics of stage directions and how to read a script.
On the way to class, I asked Anita, “That thing back there with Dean, are you sure?” “Yeah, he’s the shape
The classroom was tucked in the bottom floor of the oddly shaped building. Only the periphery of the building had classrooms the rest of the first floor was consumed by an open outdoor courtyard. There were bushes and flowers planted in the middle of the concrete walkway. Each wing had to be accessed through separate doorways; one floor contained the offices for the History Department and the Foreign Language Department. The other wing contained a computer lab, and a few classrooms.
Our classroom was in the left corner of the bottom floor. It had no windows, and the only natural light came in through the doorway. It was an odd shaped room with sharp corners, and an L-shaped arrangement of the students’ desks around the professor’s podium. Luckily we made it to class on time, because there was no sneaking into this room.
We had just walked through the door, and Anita elbowed me in the ribs. She was motioning toward the back of the room with her chin. The guys were sitting in the back of the room. I was mesmerized by the way the florescent light glinted off Finn’s thick, dark, wavy hair. His ivory skin and deep blue eyes seemed to glow. Dean sat next to him, thickly muscled, with dark honey blond hair, and wild green eyes. They had a mystical aura surrounding them that had captured every female’s attention in the room. It seemed all of the girls were trying to move close to them, even one I was fairly certain was a lesbian.
I was disappointed to see none of the desks near them were available. Despite that, Anita kept moving toward them. She focused her gaze on the girls on either side of them and half-smiled. Her expression managed to look menacing without showing her fangs. Both girls immediately vacated their seats. Finn seemed shocked by the girls departure, pleased, but shocked. Dean on the other hand seemed amused. Odd.
The professor began her lecture on the emperors of the Roman Empire. She wove a lively tale of the highs and lows of one of the most advanced societies of the ancient world. My head was filled with the origins of republican government, the debauchery of gladiator battles, and the horrors of Caligula and Nero.
Fifty minutes later we were stuffing our books back into our bags. Finn playfully tugged at Anita’s hair to get her attention, “That was an interesting method of getting the seat you wanted.” “I guess they were just intimidated by me,” she shrugged. Anita sniffed at the air and asked Dean, “Did anyone ever tell you that you smell like pine?”
Anita looked pointedly at me, and my eyes flashed green. She nodded at my recognition of her meaning. “Did you say pine?” I repeated. Hmmm…interesting. Dean smirked, like he didn’t care if we figured out his secret. I had to hand it to the guy, he was nothing if not confident. Anita sauntered up to him, leaned in, and sniffed his neck. Dean put his large hand in her hair and tenderly kissed her forehead. “We should talk later,” she whispered to Dean. “Looking forward to it,” he answered.
Anita and I had theater next, to fill our humanities requirement. We didn’t register together. Still, somehow we had both decided on our own that since we were good at pretending to be ‘normal’, acting shouldn’t be difficult. Not that there was much acting in this class, it was theater appreciation. There were a couple of monologues to deliver, but mostly it was learning the basics of stage directions and how to read a script.
On the way to class, I asked Anita, “That thing back there with Dean, are you sure?” “Yeah, he’s the shape
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