A/N: Hey! I'm kinda new to the scene and wanted to give fanfic a try. I've been toying around with this story for a while, but i usually get too nervous to actually share my work publicly. Whew, here goes nothin i guess! Let me know what you guys think!

Chapter 1

Have you ever been alone, but not lonely? Like completely content where you are by yourself? That was me until one day it all changed. I'm going to tell you about the time my life got flipped upside down by a man named Fitzgerald. Thomas. Grant. The Third.

Day 1 (Three months ago)

When is this day going to end? I thought to myself. I had been sitting in Ms. Millicent Howard's philosophy class for the last 2 hours and was ready to go. It was my last class of the day and lasted from 6:30pm to 9:10pm. It always seemed to draaaggggg ooonnn. I don't know if it was just because it was on Monday's or because of how dull Ms. Howard was overall, but every time I went, I wanted to pull my hair out. This Monday was no different…except it was.

We were about 7 weeks into the semester so by then everyone was pretty familiar with one another. Imagine my surprise when a new student entered the room. Now let me explain something: this was a man. Not a boy, or just some guy but a man! He was tall with beautiful brown curls, nice toned arms and a wonderful ass (his jeans were doing him all kinds of justice). If that wasn't enough, he opened his mouth and had a voice as smooth as butter. "I'm sorry I'm late. I had some trouble finding the classroom," he said, the nervousness evident in his voice. Even with him being nervous, his full baritone voice resonated in the room leaving me a little uncomfortable in my chair, if you know what I mean. "Well at this point, you probably should've just stayed home. Class is almost over, young man," Ms. Howard said in her annoyingly, high-pitched voice. He's obviously scared and new, lady. Give him a break, I thought. He stayed in his position at the door and stood up straight. "With all due respect, I feel that I can get plenty of useful and substantial information from the class with, "he stopped to look at his watch," an hour and eleven minutes remaining," he said, all nervousness gone from his voice. He then proceeded to fully enter the room and took a seat right in the front of the class. Hmmm, ballsy. "See me after class," Ms. Howard said with a fake smile, and proceeded to teach.

After that whole incident, I tried to stay focused but was failing miserably. Instead I was caught up thinking of how I could meet him without it being awkward. The class finally ended, and the man slowly gathered his things and walked up to Ms. Howard's desk. I packed my things extra slow to make sure I had more time to admire him and to see how their little meeting played out. I put in my headphones to make it seem like I wasn't listening. "Listen, I don't appreciate how you responded to me earlier. It would do you some good to respect me seeing as how I am the one who controls what your grade is this semester". She stopped after her little rant giving her signature false smile. The young man tried to hide his annoyance as best he could. He replicated her fake smile and said "Ma'am, as I stated when I got here, I had trouble finding the class. I'm new here and this campus is huge, and while I would've liked to map out my classes before-hand, I just arrived in town at 5. I had to fight my way through rush hour traffic, and then I had to find this building out of the 9000 buildings on this campus. The parking here is horrible by the way," he paused to breathe. "I'm sorry, that sounded like a lot of complaining, but I haven't had the best day," he said, the tiredness evident in his voice. He ran his hand through his hair and exhaled deeply. Ms. Howard looked at him with actual concern written across her face. "Because this is your first day, I will be lenient. But make no mistake, tardiness will NOT be tolerated in my class. Is that understood?". "Of course. It won't happen again," he said, glad to be off the hook. "Now in all of this madness, I didn't even properly introduce myself. I'm Dr. Howard. I teach advanced psych and a few 3000 and 4000 level poli. sci courses. And you are?", Ms. Howard asked. "I'm Fitzgerald Grant."