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I've never been the type to study hard and get good marks. It just wasn't my thing. Not that I'm a party animal, either. I'm too shy to get drunk with strangers and dance all night. So when I realized that my marks were crap even though I didn't have a social life either, I decided I had to do something. I'm not very good at pulling off the hot look. I've got big eyes and a small mouth with full lips, and everyone tells me I'm angelic and cute. So I go with what I've got. I wore one of those white frilly thin skirts to class the next day, with a pink lace top, and I had got up early that morning to put adorable baby braids in my long hair. I didn't have to fake the shy look on my face. I knew I had dressed up, and everyone else in the room knew it too. I caught a few guys looking at me as I walked past, and I felt my cheeks go warmer. From under my lashes I saw strappy heels on a girl's feet, and also a pair of spike heels. Again I wished I could be one of those "hot" girls, but with all those eyes on me, the thought went away pretty fast. I took my seat in the center of a row near the front. A guy from the row above slipped down and took the seat next to me. "Hey there. You look different today." I just smiled, because I wasn't sure what to say. "I'm Anthony." He offered his hand and I shook it, but I already knew his name. He was a cute guy, and the girls on campus all knew him. So far in class he's only asked me for a sheet of paper, and whether I could lend him a pen. He was nice enough, though. "I'm Anny." "Yah, that's what I thought. We've talked before, I think." "Yah." I looked down at the flip desk, too nervous to say anything more. There was a long pause, until our professor stalked in without a cup of the usual coffee and his books. Our professor was followed by another man, though, much younger, in his late twenties. "Settle down, all of ya." The chatter died away. "This, is professor Eastmen" "Please, just call me Mike," the younger man said. "He's a student teacher, and he'll be taking over this class for the next few weeks. Just some issues with our schedules. However, if any of you wish to speak to me about courses contents, find me at my office. Though I'm sure Professor Eastmen is just as competent." He smiled, and walked out of the room. Our new professor set his books down and looked up at us all. His gaze briefly passed over me and he smiled politely. "Hey, guys. No nonsense with the professor thing, just call me Mike. I like my classes to be casual and relaxed. Now let's get to business!" As he lectured us, I caught myself thinking that he was a pretty man. Literally pretty. Cute, one would say. When I started smiling dreamily into the air, someone poked my arm. |
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yea...
