Herc's P.O.V
I never thought I'd ever see an angel. But that's exactly what you are. An angel. You arrive in my first class, breathing heavily and out of breath. Your hair is tied up in a messy bun, and more curls continue to bounce out as you quickly cross the room to a seat. Even after rushing to class, you look graceful. I watch as you hunch forward, leaning over your desk. Is something wrong? If I can get the chance to talk to you…
You turn around and look at me, eyes wide. You quickly dart back around again, facing the teacher, but not before we make eye contact. Why'd you turn around and look at me? What made you want to turn around?
I have no answers. You're smaller than most guys at our university, but that doesn't mean much. Where'd you come from? Classes started a week ago, at least. But here you are, sitting only a few seats in front of me.
The professor dismisses us and I quickly stand up. I want to meet you. I walk over to your desk, where you seem to be struggling to put your supplies back in your bag as pencils spill over the floor.
I help pick them up and hand them to you. You stand there for a moment, hesitant, then snatch them out of my hand before racing out of the room. You didn't even say a word. Are you okay?