A/N: Sorry for taking forever and a century to update! I have had a crazy busy couple of weeks and haven't even been able to keep up with my shows, let alone write about them. This chapter is a lot shorter than I would have liked, but I don't have a lot of time. So I thought, something is better than nothing? I hope you guys enjoy! :)


Chapter 2

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"Geez. Are you always carrying things twice your size?" Charlie said while raising her eyebrows with an amused smile on her face as she watched her roommate painfully make her way into the door while carrying a very large guitar case.

"You could laugh, or you could help," Gella shrugged. Charlie snickered as she got up from her bed and walked over to the door to help the poor girl out. Together, they both carried the case into the room, and set it down next to Gella's bed.

"Whew!" Gella let a heavy breath out as she collapsed on her bed. "How did the Dick-Measuring Chronicles go?"

"What?" Charlie retorted quizzically with a very confused and slightly apprehensive look on her face.

"US War History, Charlie. Your US War History class," Gella rolled her eyes. "How was it? You're back early. Did you skip?"

"You're crazy," Charlie answered laughing. "He ended the class early since it was just the first class. "

Charlie's mind raced back to earlier. He had recognized her name. Professor Monroe knew who Charlie was. There could be no other explanation for the icy cold look he had given her. Charlie felt chills as she remembered his stare.

Maybe the name 'Matheson' had brought back old memories for him, because Professor Monroe's entire demeanor had changed after he had called out her name. He had stumbled through the rest of the class, and had seemed unsettled. He even let the class out only 20 minutes into the lecture after briefly explaining the syllabus. Initially, she had hoped to have a word with him after class, and maybe mention Uncle Miles; but after his cold stare and tense demeanor, she had decided it might not be the best course of action to approach him. Not that she would have been able to even if she tried. Professor Monroe had practically fled the classroom after he announced the lecture over.

"Wooooohooooo!" Gella waved her hands in Charlie's face. "Earth to Charlie!"

"Sorry," Charlie quickly snapped out of her endless reflections on the earlier events. "I zoned out."

" I saw that. Who you zoning out over? Any eye-candy in the class?" Gella asked, wiggling her eyebrows in curiosity as she sat up in her bed.

"I don't know, I didn't really look at the other students," Charlie replied absentmindedly.

"Too busy looking at the teacher?" Gella winked. "Was he hot? I have NEVER had any hot teachers. Maybe I'll join this class. Is it even a he? What's his name?"

Charlie raised her eyebrows, amused by Gella's mindless rambling. "Monroe. It's Professor Monroe. And, yes, it's a he." And he IS eye-candy material, Charlie added in her mind.

"Ooh, Monroe. Such a mysterious, old timey name. Was he in the military too? You know, since he teaches Dick-Measuring Chronicles," Gella winked at Charlie.

Charlie laughed.

"Captain Monroe," Gella thought out loud. "Nah, that sounds too piratey. General Monroe." Gella's eyes lit up as she sighed.

"You haven't even looked at the guy, and you're practically drooling. I didn't even hint that he was good-looking. What if he was some old, grand-pa looking dude with a beer-belly?" Charlie challenged Gella with a highly amused look on her face.

"Ew. Is he?" Gella made a face.

"Well, he doesn't have a beer belly," Charlie smirked as she got up. "I'm gonna go grab something to eat from the café. You coming?"


Charlie raced through the hallways as she looked at a passing clock. Five past noon. Crap. She had spilled a Coke on her shirt at the student lounge downstairs where she had been waiting for her US War History class. She had to run all the way back to her dorm to change out of her dirty shirt, and then had to run all the way back to the History wing.

And now, she was going to be late. Late to Professor Monroe's class. If only she had had the good sense to grab a jacket in the morning, she could have just worn that over her dirty shirt.

Charlie slowed down her pace as she neared the classroom door, and then came to a complete stop at the door. She took a deep breath, and opened the door. Professor Monroe was explaining something to the class; he stopped mid-sentence and turned to look at her. The entire class stared at Charlie as she walked in.

"I'm not aware what high school was like for you, Miss Matheson; but this is college. Students don't just rudely stroll into class whenever they please. The class time is set at noon; which means students must be seated and ready to begin at exactly noon. Your peers have managed to accomplish this, and I suggest you do the same. I don't take kindly to being interrupted in the middle of a lecture," Professor Monroe

fumed, honoring her with the same icy cold stare he had given her last class.

Charlie glared back. Five minutes. Five minutes. Really? An entire speech for being five minutes late? "I'm sorry. I spilled something on my shirt, so I had to clean up before I could make it here," Charlie retorted, returning his icy stare.

"Excuses will get you no where in life, Miss Matheson. I suggest you have a seat and stop wasting mine and the class's time with the woes of your life," Professor Monroe ordered in an authoritative voice as he turned to the whiteboard.

Charlie fumed in disbelief at his attitude and angrily made her way to an empty seat in the fourth row. Her insides felt like they were literally boiling in anger. She had the strongest urge to throw something at him. What is his problem? I have never even met him! Is it a crime to be related to someone? Charlie fumed in her thoughts. When she had signed up for his class, this was not what she had expected. She had not expected to be insulted in front of the entire class. She had thought that he might react to her presence in his class, but she had never imagined he would act this way. ProfessorMonroe had started teaching about the beginnings of the Revolutionary War. Or General Monroe, Charlie thought to herself. Gella's silly nickname definitely suited him right now. He acted more like an irate dictator than a college history professor. Dick-Measuring Chronicles Professor, Charlie thought, remembering Gella's earlier remark and cracked a smile as she opened her notebook and started taking notes.