Rating My Professor: Move-in Day
By: Serpentilewitch
AUTHOR'S NOTE: As some of you may already know, I've been feeling quite inspired as of late, so here's a much awaited chapter for y'all! -smiles- Hope you like it!
"Meruhesae!" Erutis hollered up the steps of the apartment, her voice ringing around the halls and likely disturbing the other tenants. She could care less, at this point, however. It was soon to be not her problem, anyhow. She heard a vague reply from somewhere telling her to hold on for a minute and growled low in her throat. Her aunt always took one helluva time getting ready. It wasn't as if she was going to be put on display or anything, but for all anyone knew, she was.
A clattering of shoes on wooden stairs alerted her to the presence of her aunt. Erutis sighed in exasperation and turned to contemplate her. The long black hair was left open and she had on a skin tight black dress that hugged every bit of her it could touch. The younger woman rolled her eyes and turned around from the spectacle. The taxi was waiting outside the door and the driver was becoming increasingly impatient.
"Alright, alright, we're here, keep your bloody shirt on!" she said crossly as she thumped her suitcases into the trunk, and then slammed the lid shut. She and her aunt got into the back and they were on their way. The driver started talking about the traffic, the gray weather, and about all the customers he was losing by waiting for them. Erutis tuned him out. She was suffering from a wretched case of Move-in Dayitis. It was a terrible thing, doing flip flops in her belly and making her shiver slightly at odd moments.
Turning her attention out the window, she let the city streets flash before her eyes, the gray clouds blurring together, zoning out. High school had been a hellish nightmare. People thought of her as weird, strange, reclusive, but someone you didn't want to mess with if you liked your butt at its current location. She grinned at the memory. Yea, the last part was something she'd try to keep of her image, but the rest she wanted to ditch. People didn't realize the only reason she wanted out so badly was that she wanted her freedom. But it didn't matter, they were all weird in high school. Stupid people.
"Awrite, then, here's your stop, ladies," the driver said, coming to a halt outside of a contemporary looking building. Erutis gazed up at it and smiled, hopped out, and took her belongings out of the trunk, leaving her aunt to pay. This was her day, after all. Besides, she was pretty much broke. Struggling with the four suitcases and trying to open the door at the same time, she glanced back irritably at her aunt, wondering where the lady'd got to.
A slight pang hit her in her chest at what she saw, and she dropped the luggage, one of the suitcases falling painfully on her right foot. "Meruhesae, what're you doing?" she demanded. Her aunt was making herself comfortable in the taxi, and giving the driver directions to someplace. Storming over to the taxi, Erutis rapped at the window, unheeding of the light drops of rain falling from the sky and wetting her green t-shirt and ragged jeans.
Meruhesae rolled down the window and looked up at her, eyeing the droplets of rain distastefully. "Dear, what is all this racket for?"
"Auntie, aren't you even coming inside!" Erutis demanded, somewhat miffed.
"Sweetie, I told you to have a girls night out the other week, remember, if you wanted to spend some time together, I've got a date I can't miss today." Her aunt's eyes became slightly shifty, as though the topic were making her uncomfortable.
"Well, seeing as how this date's soo important to you, Auntie, did you think you might maybe just help me get my stuff inside if nothing else?" Her voice was becoming louder and angrier. This wasn't fair! She didn't even have anyone to see her off, or miss her, or worry about her, or wish her well! This bloody wasn't fair!
"Dear…" her aunt's voice was becoming vague and slightly agitated, as though she was going to be late and Erutis was hindering her. She glanced outside the window quickly and motioned to the door. "Have that man there help you or something, please, I'm running low on time. Driver, just go straight for a while." With that, the car zoomed out, and she was left standing in the steady rain, looking after her aunt as she and her luggage got wet.
It took a few seconds for the reality of the situation to sink in for her, and then she stomped her foot right into a puddle that'd been developing around it. "NO!" she yelled after the yellow dot in the horizon. "Nooooo, you can't do this to me, dammit! Get back here, you, see me inside, help me get settled, miss me and wish me well, dammit! You lil vixen you!" She was pulling at her hair and dancing around in pent up agitation. This wasn't fair, dammit!
A curly haired head of golden hair leaned against the doorframe and observed the girl having a fit in the rain. His full lips widened in an amused smile and his gaze honey-tinted softened. 'What a charming little girl,' he thought. Pushing away from the doorway, he stepped out into the rain, not caring how wet his deep blue t-shirt got, or his fuzzy gray pajama bottoms. He went to stand right behind the girl, grinning and staring down at the top of her head.
"Ah, need a hand, m'lady?" he asked gallantly, unable to keep the grin off his face. She turned to face him, face set in a mask of fury, then yelped and stumbled back. She hadn't realized how close to her he was.
"What do you want, you creep!" she asked him irritably. The last thing she wanted was a stranger helping her on a day meant for family. He laughed outright at her reaction, shook his head, reached down, and hefted two of her suitcases in one hand, opened the door, and took up another one with his other hand.
Turning to look at her, he asked, "Are you coming, or do I just dump this in front of my door?" Putting down the suitcase he was caring in the one hand, he tossed the last piece of luggage at her, which she caught clumsily and the force of which almost made her tip over.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing, this is my stuff! Put it down this instant!" He merely glanced at her, then continued on through the door, waiting to hear her quick footsteps trying to catch the door before it closed.
"Mornin'," he greeted the security guards. They nodded and smiled at him as he passed, and Erutis noted with some wonder that in this high security building, they didn't even ID him. She tried to walk past the short ID detector things they had situated in front of the elevator hall, but it beeped violently and caught the attention of every single security personnel there. The man with the ridiculous golden hair gave a short laugh and said, "She's with me," at which they all relaxed and smiled cheerily at her.
Erutis stared at them, then at the man who'd calmly pressed the elevator button, then turned to regard her. Just who was this guy? Security gave him a free for all! "I'm not 'with' you, mister!" she said as soon as she found her voice.
"What's your room number?" he questioned instead, as though he hadn't heard her.
Caught off-guard, Erutis replied with an automatic, "713A." He nodded, and as the first elevator's arrival pinged into existence, he pressed the number "7" and they were both gliding upwards. They passed the elevator ride in silence, Erutis still upset with her aunt, and wondering at the identity of the stranger, while the stranger hummed quietly, quite unperturbed by anything at all. Occasionally he'd catch her staring and grin, or simply try valiantly to suppress an amused smile.
Ping. His quick strides exited the elevator and she hurried to catch up. A short hallway and quick turn later, they stood outside room 713A. And stood. And stood. "My the scenery is wonderful," the stranger commented. "It would be better if the tenant had their ID though," he added pointedly. Erutis blushed.
"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot! Erm, and, I uh, sorta completely forgot which suitcase had my ID in it…" she blushed in embarrassment and tried in vain to fish around her suitcase quickly in hopes of finding it. But no such luck. She heard his quiet chuckle, and looked up.
He was searching the pockets of his fuzzy gray pajama bottoms, found what he was looking for, and swiped it across the card slot that was in place of a lock on the door. It blipped a green light, quiet sound, and it was open. Turning the handle and pushing open the heavy door, the man turned back to smile at her, pocketing his ID again.
"Hey, that's not fair, you can break into anyone's room, at that rate!" Erutis cried, enraged. He chuckled again, and then laughed outright. "I don't think you've gotta worry about that, my dear, " he said shortly. Sketching a quick bow, he flashed her a grin, and then swept- yes swept around the corner and down the hall, where the pinging of the elevator announced his departure. The man had a way of being gallant and dashing even in a blue t-shirt and fuzzy gray pajama bottoms.
Wondering what in the world that was all about, Erutis shook her head, then chucked her stuff inside. This was just so strange.
The bed was made before long, and Erutis had taken a shower, too. There wasn't much else to do, seeing as how it was pouring outside. Settling herself down had taken a few hours, and she was pretty tired, really. But there was a strange sort of elation inside her. She didn't have to do anything if she didn't want to. Right now, at this very moment, every second was hers to do with as she pleased, and she pleased to do a great deal, tasting all the years that were wasted before.
Throwing herself down on the bed, she sighed and turned her head to stare out the window at the gray skies. She was getting quite comfortable this way. Would she make any friends? How would her professors be? Would she like them? Would they like her? Would she have any visitors? As soon as she thought that last thought, there came a bold, but somehow still tentative knock on the door.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I'm just that evil, lol. Hope you guys liked this! It really had been a while, hadn't it? Thanks so much for everyone that reviewed, I love you all! -smiles-
Kerichi: Erm, Krayon's not a pedophile, he's not DOING anything to or with Erutis. Besides, you don't know how old he is here, this is an AU fic, so of course, he can't be the several hundred years old he really is, so, I've tweaked that, of course. Just wait and see what happens, please. –grin-