Thanks for all the replies you guys! I was worried I wouldn't get any for something so short. This one is Grace's pov. Enjoy!


Chapter 2


Okay, breathe.

Good girl. You're doing fine.

Maybe these butterflies wouldn't have set up permanent residence in your stomach if he was old like the other professors.

Ignore the fact that he plainly saw you coming and turned back around. Sure, it looked casual. Maybe it is. Maybe the idea that he doesn't like you is all in your head. Even if it does feel like you're always getting on his nerves lately.

Ignore the fact that you kind of miss the way he used to smile at you before he got all weird.

Now stop walking or you'll run into the desk.

Inhale. Exhale. Perfect.

"Professor Eppes?"

Pay no attention to the way his back stiffens when you speak. Maybe you just startled him. Even though you know he saw you coming.

"Miss Callahan."

Okay, maybe he could at least turn around.

He had asked me to call him Charlie in one of our sessions once and I had for the rest of that day. Recently, however, I had reverted back to formalities and he had yet to correct me.

"Umm." Well don't stutter. You'll look nervous.

He turns around at my hesitance and gives me an expectant look. I again try to ignore the fact that he also looks agitated.

"I was…kind of wondering if I could switch our session this week."

There. You said it.

He seems to ponder this for a few seconds, then turns back around and begins writing a new equation on the board. "Miss Callahan, I specifically explained in the beginning that my time was somewhat limited."

"Yes sir, I know that, but you see, I have to speak with the undergraduate financial advisor about my scholarship and she scheduled the meeting for Saturday afternoon, and I…" Stop hesitating! "Well, I sort of need my scholarship."

Maybe I should tell him that it's his class that's bringing my grades down and disqualifying me for the academic requirements. Get some sympathy.

He sighs and stops writing. "When did you have in mind?"

"Well, Friday if you're free."

It takes him another moment to respond and I wonder if maybe he has plans. "Fine," is the eventual reply, "Five o' clock?"

"Great, thanks."

Well. You're done. So, get going.

Stop standing around like an idiot. Leave!

He faces me again. "Was there something else?"

Yes. Why don't you like me? What'd I do wrong? You were fine around me a few weeks ago.

Yeah, right. Like you can really say that.

I allow a tight smile and I shake my head. "No sir. I'll umm…I'll see you Friday."

Okay, now leave.

Yes! Feet are moving! Now we're talking.

Keep ignoring the discomfort around him where there used to be none.

Ignore that you can feel him watching you leave and it is the longest he has dared to keep his eyes on you the whole of the class.


Hope that gives you guys a little more insight on Grace. I think I will move to past tense in the next chapter (though it'll still be alternating first person).