"Hello miss, I was wondering if you could give me a list of Professor William's classes. I wanted to register but it was closed before I had a chance." Phil asked the lady behind the desk. He hoped she would buy his story. He wanted to see Mackenzie in action. She had prided herself in being one of the best.

"Are you planning on doing an over tally?"

"Yes but I have to speak to Professor Williams. In the meantime I don't want to miss class, that's why I'm here." With a few clicks on the computer screen a paper came out of the printer.

"Here is a list of all the sections. Professor William's will grant overtally's if there is room, good luck."

"Thank you very much." Phil took the sheet and looked it over. He saw she had a class in fifteen minutes. He was glad the school was just one tall building, it made finding the classroom easier. He pulled the hood on his sweater over his head. It made traveling the halls easier. Taking a seat in the corner he pulled the hood of his sweater tighter. Various people filtered in, some chatting and some remained quiet. He felt old compared to the young people in the room. He was never one for school. He finished high school because his mom would have killed him if he didn't. Once he had the opportunity he had signed himself up for wrestling school. Once again his mom wasn't thrilled with the idea but she supported him. Now no one cheers louder than she does whenever she goes to one of his matches. She is and will always be his number one fan. The sound of high heels hitting the floor rang from down the hall. It didn't take long to find the source of the sound.

Mackenzie strutted to the front of the class placing her things on the desk. Phil noted that she was dressed to impress. She wore grey slacks and a white button down top. She had on heels but they weren't so high that she would be uncomfortable. Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders in loose waves. All she needed was a matching blazer and she looked ready to do a corporate takeover. Pulling a stack of papers out of her bag she made her way to a student in the front right corner of the room.

"Take one and pass it." She instructed and went to the white board writing her name in black dry erase marker.

"My name is Professor Williams and this is British Literature of the Victorian Age. Is everyone in the right place?" There was a collective grumble. "Okay the syllabus is going around now, pass any extras to the front." She took the moment to scan over the people in the room. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw who was sitting in the back corner. She made a silent prayer that no one would recognize him. The last thing she needed was to lose control of the class on account of him. Phil noticed she had focused on him a second longer than she had any other student. He smirked knowing she had recognized him even if no one else in the room did.

"Okay well the University forces me to go over the syllabus the first day so here it is. First things first, the course description, as you know this is British literature of the Victorian Age. I have to ask you what exactly is the Victorian Age?" She paused waiting for someone to raise a hand. "I can wait here all day. This is a discussion class, be prepared to talk, a lot." She paused again and saw a few hands raise and gestured for a girl in the second row to answer.

"It's the time period when Queen Victoria the first ruled England." Her voice was soft, like she was scared to be wrong.

"Exactly, it's when Queen Victoria was in power. The literature of the time was found mostly in the form of poems although novels were gaining popularity at the time thanks to one of my personal favorites Charles Dickens. We're actually reading one of his most well-known works this semester." She continued describing the class, the pieces they would be reading and going over her expectations. Phil sat there fixated on her. He could see why students loved taking her class. When she spoke about the pieces her face lit up with joy. It was the first time he had seen her truly happy and confident. She was a different woman from the one he had first met on the plane. Her intensity drew you in and despite not being a student he actually wanted to continue coming to her class just to watch her talk about her favorite subject.

"Since we are going to be talking quite a bit why don't we get to know each other? We'll go around the room and just say your name, major and why you're taking this class and we are starting from the back this time." She gestured to the person in the corner opposite Phil and gave a quick glare his way before returning her attention to the student speaking. Everyone went along introducing themselves, some giving just the bare minimum information other going on and on as if they were in one of Shakespeare's plays. It was Phil's turn to speak and Mackenzie looked at him with a raised eyebrow waiting to see what he would do.

"My name is Philip, I don't have a major yet and I've heard amazing reviews on you professor so I had to see for myself." He answered making sure to leave his hood up. Apparently NYU students didn't have much time to watch T.V. or they just weren't wrestling fans because no one made any gesture to show they knew who he was but he wanted to be safe. The rest of the student introduced themselves and Mackenzie dismissed everyone early since she had finished everything she had to do for the class. Phil waited for the rest of the students to clear out before making his way to her. Before he could utter a hello Mackenzie cut him off.

"Follow me." It was an order and from the sound of it she wasn't too happy. Phil did what she asked and bit his tongue. He saw she led him to the English Department and he concluded that she was taking him to her office.

His conclusion was correct. Her office was small, an eight by eight cube in the long hallway. She had a desk and two chairs one on each side. The desk was void of any personal items. It was strictly office papers and a computer monitor. Phil assumed student's work would be piled onto it in a few weeks. The minute the door was closed Mackenzie smacked Phil on the back of the head, hard enough to make him flinch.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed between clenched teeth.

"I wanted to see you in action. That really hurt." He started rubbing the spot she had hit him.

"Oh please you spend your life getting tossed around a ring and jumping off ropes. I doubt a little smack would do you much harm." She said taking a seat and gesturing for him to do the same. "I can't believe you crashed my class. How did you even get in?"

"The lady at the office desk was nice enough to give a list of all the classes you're teaching."

"Oh lord, remind me to kill Irene when I get the chance."

"Can't blame her, I pretended to be a student. She assumed I wanted to over tally into your class. What is that anyway?"

"Over tally is when a professor overrides the class limit to allow student to take the class. It's usually done for seniors who are only a semester or two away from their degree not wrestlers posing as students wanting to spy on the professor." Despite her initial anger she was actually happy to see Phil. No one had ever made the effort to visit her at her job. She found it nice that he took time out to come and see her.

"Well I see you have the rest of the day off according to this." Phil had said, looking at the class listing in his hand. "Want to get some lunch?" She was ready to object when her stomach growled answering his question for her. "I'll take that as a yes." Gathering her things Mackenzie led the way to her car. She gestured for Phil to get into the passenger side.

"Want anything in particular?" She asked as she turned on the engine.

"Not really." He said looking out the window.

"Well I don't feel like eating out. Want to come over and I'll make us something?" As soon as it came out of her mouth she wanted to take the words back. She had no idea why she had invited him over. She barely knew him. Sure they had a few really good conversations over the past week but that didn't mean she had to invite him over.

"Sure why not." Phil answered not showing any sign that he sensed her internal freak out. The ride was silent and Mackenzie tried her best not to look tense. Pulling up to her house Phil looked it over.

"Pretty big for one person."

"I used to have room mates and people over all the time so it made sense to get a house that was a nice size. Now I feel like an ass but it's too nice to sell." Mackenzie said as she opened the door and made her way to the front door expecting Phil to follow.

"Go ahead make yourself comfortable." She said leading Phil into the living room. "I'm going to change out of my work clothes. I hate cooking in these." She started walking to her bedroom.

"You better not come out in your underwear. You're a pretty cool person but I don't see you that way." Phil quipped. Mackenzie stopped in her tracks.

"Ha ha, that was hilarious." Mackenzie said completely deadpan. Although she didn't particularly like what he had said for the insinuation, it did help to ease some of her concerns about inviting him over.

She made her way into her room and grabbed the first thing she could find. Throwing on a pair of black sweatpants and a tank top she ran down the stairs throwing her hair in a ponytail as she did. She found Phil sitting on the couch flipping through the channels.

"Having fun?" She asked as she passed by him on her way to the kitchen.

"There's nothing on."

"What do you like to watch?"

"Horror films mostly."

"In that case…" Mackenzie grabbed the remote from him and punched in the channel from memory. "I love this channel. All horror movies, all the time, mostly B-grade but every now and then a really good one comes on."

"Didn't take you for a horror movie fan."

"There's a lot you don't know about me. What do you want?"

"Whatever, I'm not picky or allergic to anything." She nodded as she made her way to the kitchen. Looking at what she had to work with she decided on sandwiches and salad. "Ham and cheese sandwich okay with you?" She shouted hoping Phil could hear from the living room.

"I'm good with it as long as you have mustard." He strolled into her kitchen looking around. He had taken off his hoodie. The weather was getting cooler but it was warm in her house.

"No problem, here cut this up." She handed him a head of lettuce and a knife on a cutting board.

"You're making me work for my meal?"

"Dam straight, get to work." Conversation was kept strictly to their tasks at hand. Once everything was set ready they both sat on the couch and ate as they watched a particularly gore filled movie.

"Not many women can eat and watch someone's guts spill out of their body onto the floor." Phil said breaking the silence. Mackenzie shrugged since she currently had a mouthful of sandwich.

"I'm a diehard horror and slasher movie fan. The more blood and guts the better." She said once she was done chewing. Looking at the screen she started giggling as one of the characters head rolled across the floor.

"Remind me not to piss you off." She gave him a questioning look. "You just laughed at a decapitation." This made her giggle even more.

"Well on a less sadistic note I am glad you decided to pay me a visit and I'm sorry for slapping you on the head."

"I'll forgive you under one condition."

"And what would that be?"

"Have any more stuff to make smores?" He gave her a cheeky grin that Mackenzie couldn't help but laugh at.