A/N: Chapter 2 is here! I have a schedule that I'm trying to stick to for writing fanfiction so updates for all of my stories should be quicker then they were. Well, that's enough. Enjoy!
"Have you seen him?"
"I know! He's so hot! I wonder who he is…"
"I don't care who he is, he can do whatever he wants to me."
"He has the face of an angel…"
"He looks a bit devious as well and I love me a rebel."
"I wish I'd worn something more revealing."
All of this would then be followed by squeals and giggles and the smoothing of hair and fiddling with clothes.
Dipper sighed as he overheard the conversation as he made his way to his physics lecture. Girls had been talking nonsense like this all day. Apparently; there was a new lecturer or someone similar walking around who was hot. Dipper was glad physics was his last lecture of the day so he could go home and escape the madness. He really couldn't care less.
He entered his classroom and dropped into his usual seat at the front of the room. He prepared his stationary and notebook ready to take as many notes as he could. Physics was his favourite class and today's lecture was going to be awesome. He could feel it.
Their professor Dr. Fiddleford McGucket had a tendency to ramble and go off on tangents but he knew his stuff. He'd worked alongside some of the greats and was a well accomplished inventor in his own right. Dipper wished he'd be able to do half the things that man had done, hopefully with his sanity intact though. For as well as rambling he would also randomly cackle to himself or say made-up words. Dipper still admired him and was the reason he wanted to attend this university.
The classroom quietened immediately as the professor entered to room. However, the man that followed him caused a gasp to travel through the female population of the class (and some of the guys) and whispered conversations started up instantaneously.
Dipper assumed this was the man that was causing the stir throughout the university. And he could see why. He was suddenly glad that he was the nerd he was, as sitting in the front row enabled him to stare at the man without making it obvious.
Forest green eyes were set into a chiselled narrow face. Messy golden hair was a brilliant contrast to the crisp black suit he wore. Dipper could see he wore an earring in the shape of a triangle with other various studs climbing his ear. His bowtie was gold and matched the shade of his hair perfectly. His overall posture declared that he was not someone to be messed with. He moved like he owed the place which Dipper learned he kind of did.
"Class," Dr. McGucket began loudly, capturing his students attention again. "I'm sure most of you are aware of our current guest. For those of you who don't know, this is Mr. Bill Cipher; the universities main benefactor. He likes to check in from time to time to see how his money is being spent. He is also a personal friend of mine and I expect you all to treat him with respect. Now on to today's lecture." The professor said all of this with a wide smile and Bill smiled back as he observed the room.
Bill sat himself in the corner for most of the lecture, though he did interject every now and then and Dipper found himself in awe over how much Bill seemed to know. Half of what he said wasn't in any of the physics books he'd read and he'd read a lot of them. As well as being cool as a cucumber and hot as lava; he was smart to boot. Dipper would love to pick his brain sometime but he knew realistically that would never happen.
The girl next to Dipper had a dreamy look on her face and if she sighed with longing one more time Dipper was going to kill her. She hadn't taken a single note all lecture and had instead filled her page with hearts and R.S. + B.C. = 4EVA. Dipper covered up his scoff with a coughing fit.
The lecture on the possibly of pocket dimensions was mesmerising and at one point the professor and Bill had gotten into an argument. It had been amazing to watch. Both brought up fascinating points and were throwing evidence and explanations at each other like a verbal sword fight.
Bill had actually shed the blazer of his suit, rolled up his shirt sleeves and took to the blackboard to complete his point with several diagrams.
A collective sigh rippled through the females when the tattoo on Bill's arm was exposed. It looked like a zodiac wheel of some kind but Dipper didn't get a good look, he was more concerned about coping the diagrams Bill had drawn. It was far beyond what they needed to know to pass their exams but Dipper figured he could come back to them at a later date.
Professor McGucket had ultimately conceded to Bill's argument and declared that he was going to be writing some angry letters later on. Bill's smug grin caused Dipper's neighbour to sigh again and he was this close to breaking his pen in frustration.
Before he knew it, the lecture was over but Dipper still had a million questions. He was going to stay behind and ask several of them as he always did and hopefully get a few answers. If Bill Cipher happened to be there as well then… Well, Dipper didn't actually know how he felt about that.
"Professor?" He called as the classroom emptied. Girls gazing over their shoulders to get one last look at Bill. The professor turned to him with a toothy smile. He'd been waiting for Dipper's questions. It was practically tradition at this point. They spoke so often that Dipper knew the professors first name. He honestly considered the professor a close friend.
"Ahh, Mason. How can I help you?" He greeted.
It always took Dipper a few moments to realise it was him being addressed when people calling him by his real name. The professor knew his nickname but must have decided to stick to formality with Bill's presence.
"I just had a few questions about pocket dimensions." Dipper said as he dug in his bag for his notebook and a pen.
"Go right ahead, though Bill here knows more on the subject than I do." He replied with a laugh as he clapped Bill on the shoulder.
Bill grinned at the professor and then turned his attention to Dipper. He'd noticed how eager this student had been in particular. As he saw Dipper's face recognition quickly flashed through his eyes. Dipper didn't see it though as he was looking at something the professor was showing him.
"So, umm, Mason was it?" Bill asked keeping his cool. The boy in front of him now was very different from the one he'd met yesterday. Cuter too, but maybe that was because he wasn't soaked to the bone.
No Bill. He chastised himself sternly. No flirting. He's a student.
Dipper nodded in response and then fell into complete nerd mode in panic of being in Bill's presence. He could feel his body temperature rising and he prayed that his face wasn't as red as it felt. Bill either genuinely didn't know the affect he had on people or he was a hundred percent aware of it and used it to his advantage. Dipper definitely suspected the latter, if Bill's lazy smirk was anything to go by.
"Do you think it will ever be possible to travel between dimensions? Is it possible for pocket dimensions to have pocket dimensions? I mean, how weird wold that be? And if they did, do you think the inhabitants of the pocket dimension know they're a pocket dimension to us? What if we're a pocket dimension?" Dipper knew he was rambling but he couldn't stop himself. Once his brain got hold of something interesting, that was it and he needed to find out as much as he could about the subject. And right in front of him was someone who seemed to know a lot on the topic. Plus, Bill was gorgeous. Was Dipper sure he hadn't gotten pneumonia yesterday and died?
It got to the point where his rambling didn't make any sense anymore. Bill had to resort to putting his hand over Dipper's mouth to quieten him. Dipper's words died instantly as his brain short-circuited.
"Mason. Stop. You need to breath you know." Bill joked. He lowered his hand and Dipper found he could breath again. "I'd be more than happy to answer those questions and the millions of others you've no doubt got whirling around in your head," Bill continued will a smile and then his face fell as he looked at the clock. "But, unfortunately I can't right now. I have a bloody meeting to get to. How about over coffee?"
Dipper just blinked slowly as his brain exploded again. This seemed to be answer enough for Bill though.
"Great. Friday work for you?" Dipper nodded on auto pilot as Bill gathered up his things to leave. He put his blazer back on and Dipper was strangely disappointed at not being able to see his tattoo anymore. "Good, I'll meet you here after your class."
Dipper nodded again and Bill left. Dipper was alone in the room as professor McGucket had left during his rambling, cackling to himself about young love that neither Bill or Dipper heard.
Right now though, Dipper only had one thought: Did I just get asked out on a date?
A/N: Did he? I know I'm evil. I do it so well though. Hahahaha. Not much else to say about this one. Chapter 3 coming soon. All my love!
