p id="docs-internal-guid-7ef8f37a-7fff-b897-c9f1-ffe2558003c2" dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"His lips pressed firmly against mine, the hard pressure made my stomach knot. His breath was hot against my cheek and I could feel the urgency in his touch. My hand went up into his dark wavy locks pulling gingerly, which earned me a vibrating moan against my chest. His hands squeezed my hips tightly as if the moment I pulled away he'd pull me closer. His teeth grazed my bottom lip and I moaned involuntarily which caused him to chuckle as he pulled away from me. My eyes fluttered open and I stared silently up into his hazel eyes. Loneliness and pain exudes from them, feeling my heart with sorrow. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Wake up." His deep voice echoed, "Wake up Rey." /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Sitting up quickly as my eyes opened with shock, my breathing was ragged. Looking around my room I remembered where I am. The pale grey walls surrounding my bed held no decoration, no personalization. But how can I decorate if I still don't know who I am? Sighing, I climbed out of the bed, my bare feet tingling against the cold wooden floors. Rubbing my eyes I could feel my hair cascading down from the makeshift ponytail I had it in before I had fallen asleep. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Padding into the kitchen I hit the button of the coffee maker to start a pot of coffee, I turned around as I looked about the loft apartment I was living in. Boxes were still lining the walls that needed to be unpacked, mainly filled with books. The brick walls were mainly downstairs, but as you go to the bed area the walls are painted a soft mute grey. Metal stairs scale the wall, with wooden foot boards, the chandelier light fixture hung between the loft and the living room area below. The grey couch and chair sat facing the brick wall with the entertainment center pushed against it, no television yet but hopefully soon I continued to promise myself. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Hearing the sound of the coffee starting to boil, I go to the closest and pull out a pair of capris and a light grey long sleeve shirt with cut outs along the biceps. Going to the bathroom and starting to run the hot water. Looking in the mirror at my reflection, my long brown hair half twisted into a ponytail that's fallen down to my neck. Dark circles lined my eyes, exhaustion being the only expression on my face. Loneliness lined deep into my eyes, burning into my soul. Once the mirror started to fog, I removed the pajamas and stepped into the shower./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"As my thoughts drifted back to the dream I closed my eyes thinking of his hazel eyes staring down into mine. The scorching hot water rolled down my back as my hair slid down onto my shoulders, my eyes closed under the water as I sighed. A hand gently touches my cheek under the water pressure, opening my eyes I am looking back into those eyes I dreamed of. They looked down into mine while every sound fades into silence around us. I see his mouth moving as if he's talking to me but I can't hear his voice in the silence. The shower head sputters which startles me and he disappears once again from my sight./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Sighing I get out of the bed, making my way about getting dressed and pulling my hair back from my face as it lands on my shoulders, straight brown hair that frames my heart shaped face. My hazel eyes were more green today as I stared back at myself, 'Weird, my eyes are normally more brown.' I thought to myself. As I make my way down to the coffee maker, I grab a simple mug and pour a straight black coffee. Leaning against the counter I sip the coffee silently, knowing that classes start today and I had to be prepared for the course./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"My messenger bag laid on the counter a few feet down from me, a book laid out next to it. English was my first course to start with, the next two were College Algebra and Physics. Finally the clock showed it was time to leave for class, so grabbing my book and bag I set my mug in the sink and grabbed an apple before walking out to my bike. When I was starting my bike, I heard the slow roll of life fill the old engine. My helmet blocked most of the extra noise out, luckily I wasn't that far from the campus. Maybe ten minutes at most, but considering it was the first day on campus I wanted to be early for my class. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought of doing this, multiple groups of young men and women were decorating the campus lawns and walkways. Pulling my bike into a parking space, I pull my helmet off looking around squinting my eyes at the building names. Some of the names were bolder fonts on the doors or above the building but there were a few that you couldn't make out. Swinging my leg over my bike, a few older guys walking past me looked down at my bike and began laughing. I rolled my eyes and placed my helmet on the back of the seat and put my lock on the strap. Stuffing my keys into my bag pocket I pulled out the paper telling me which building my first course was in. English was in building 6B, leaving me confused about some of the locations. Looking around the buildings, I finally see 6B and make my way towards the door as I shove the paper in my bag. Without realizing it I run into someone, shoving my shoulder pretty hard I look up quickly to apologize as they storm past me without a word or glance. I catch a glimpse of their outfit and body from behind and I shake my head muttering under my breath./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Geez, asshole.." /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Walking into the building I make my way through the halls until I come across the classroom, making my way inside I see multiple groups of people sitting down or standing up having discussions. The room was wide with ten rows of tables for students to use as desks. I slide through the aisles towards a few seats to the left of the main door, three aisles down so I'm not entirely in the back of the class but enough to not be messed with. Shortly after I started going through my notebooks and getting out my English book, I sit patiently waiting as other students finally enter into the classroom. Everyone had found their friends from the semester previously which, I wasn't here for and was sitting next to them. I tugged at the sleeve hem by my fingers nervously as I look around at all the different ethnicities and people. Will I fit in here?/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Finally as everyone was finally sitting down the older man walked out and up to the podium in the front of the class. I noticed very few people sat in the back row near me, which was strange but I ignored it. Taking out my blue ink pen I start to write what the Professor was saying, when I heard the doors open and slam shut behind me. Everyone turned to look except for me, I was focused on the pen moving. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Welcome everyone, my nephew who likes to make an entrance." The professor stated raising his hands in the air towards the doors. At this I looked up, two seats over from me in the row sat a raven haired boy with long shaggy curls. His face was masked by his hair as he slumped back in the chair. "Anyway, I'm Luke. Please call me Luke, Professor Luke or Sir. I don't like informalities in my class. I will take a few days to match your names with your faces, so bare with me. As we begin this class is English Literature and Historical Classics. Meaning you will have to read a lot of older classics and write essays, so many essays. If you don't wish to write as many as I'm hinting at, please exit the room now and head to the administrators office to change to an easier course." Just as he finishes stating this, almost fifteen students get up and exit the room. Some were debating but seemed to stay./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Well, that takes care of that. Anyone else wishes to leave at any point today, please feel free to go." He states sarcastically./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The boy next to me stands to leave, before the professor speaks again. "Ben, sit. You are staying." His tone was harsh./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I could hear the audible growl of frustration as he slumps back in his seat, crossing his arms across his chest. He was wearing a simple black v-cut shirt and black jeans. His arms were toned and you could tell he worked out. His black hair waved around but wasn't entirely curly, it hid his face very well. Turning my head back silently I went back to writing, not wanting to lose any information the professor was giving out. Several times people got up and walked out of the room but he continued to talk./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"He began passing out the syllabi's as we progressed through the day, walking up the center aisle handing the students on the outside the papers. He came to a stop on our row and handed the papers to his nephew who then in turning towards me, froze and though I didn't look up I could feel the stare on his face. 'Do I have something on my face?' I wondered to myself. Quietly I look up at him and I felt my stomach knot, it was the guy from the dream. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Quickly I turned away from him after grabbing my papers and kept my eyes forward. I could feel him staring now, his hazel eyes blared into my side. 'Who was he? How had I dreamed about him? Have I seen him before?' All of these and more filled my mind as I questioned everything. Finally the professor released us from his grasp and I hopped up out of my chair quickly, shoving my book and papers down into my bag. I walked away from the classroom and hall and went straight for my bike. Classes were done for the day with me and I slid my helmet on, looking in my mirrors I see him walking out of the building. His eyes focused on me, his tall muscular form and how he walked I realized in that moment he was the asshole from earlier. I started my bike and looked one last time in the mirror before driving off quickly./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Wake up." His deep voice echoed, "Wake up Rey." /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Sitting up quickly as my eyes opened with shock, my breathing was ragged. Looking around my room I remembered where I am. The pale grey walls surrounding my bed held no decoration, no personalization. But how can I decorate if I still don't know who I am? Sighing, I climbed out of the bed, my bare feet tingling against the cold wooden floors. Rubbing my eyes I could feel my hair cascading down from the makeshift ponytail I had it in before I had fallen asleep. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Padding into the kitchen I hit the button of the coffee maker to start a pot of coffee, I turned around as I looked about the loft apartment I was living in. Boxes were still lining the walls that needed to be unpacked, mainly filled with books. The brick walls were mainly downstairs, but as you go to the bed area the walls are painted a soft mute grey. Metal stairs scale the wall, with wooden foot boards, the chandelier light fixture hung between the loft and the living room area below. The grey couch and chair sat facing the brick wall with the entertainment center pushed against it, no television yet but hopefully soon I continued to promise myself. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Hearing the sound of the coffee starting to boil, I go to the closest and pull out a pair of capris and a light grey long sleeve shirt with cut outs along the biceps. Going to the bathroom and starting to run the hot water. Looking in the mirror at my reflection, my long brown hair half twisted into a ponytail that's fallen down to my neck. Dark circles lined my eyes, exhaustion being the only expression on my face. Loneliness lined deep into my eyes, burning into my soul. Once the mirror started to fog, I removed the pajamas and stepped into the shower./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"As my thoughts drifted back to the dream I closed my eyes thinking of his hazel eyes staring down into mine. The scorching hot water rolled down my back as my hair slid down onto my shoulders, my eyes closed under the water as I sighed. A hand gently touches my cheek under the water pressure, opening my eyes I am looking back into those eyes I dreamed of. They looked down into mine while every sound fades into silence around us. I see his mouth moving as if he's talking to me but I can't hear his voice in the silence. The shower head sputters which startles me and he disappears once again from my sight./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Sighing I get out of the bed, making my way about getting dressed and pulling my hair back from my face as it lands on my shoulders, straight brown hair that frames my heart shaped face. My hazel eyes were more green today as I stared back at myself, 'Weird, my eyes are normally more brown.' I thought to myself. As I make my way down to the coffee maker, I grab a simple mug and pour a straight black coffee. Leaning against the counter I sip the coffee silently, knowing that classes start today and I had to be prepared for the course./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"My messenger bag laid on the counter a few feet down from me, a book laid out next to it. English was my first course to start with, the next two were College Algebra and Physics. Finally the clock showed it was time to leave for class, so grabbing my book and bag I set my mug in the sink and grabbed an apple before walking out to my bike. When I was starting my bike, I heard the slow roll of life fill the old engine. My helmet blocked most of the extra noise out, luckily I wasn't that far from the campus. Maybe ten minutes at most, but considering it was the first day on campus I wanted to be early for my class. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought of doing this, multiple groups of young men and women were decorating the campus lawns and walkways. Pulling my bike into a parking space, I pull my helmet off looking around squinting my eyes at the building names. Some of the names were bolder fonts on the doors or above the building but there were a few that you couldn't make out. Swinging my leg over my bike, a few older guys walking past me looked down at my bike and began laughing. I rolled my eyes and placed my helmet on the back of the seat and put my lock on the strap. Stuffing my keys into my bag pocket I pulled out the paper telling me which building my first course was in. English was in building 6B, leaving me confused about some of the locations. Looking around the buildings, I finally see 6B and make my way towards the door as I shove the paper in my bag. Without realizing it I run into someone, shoving my shoulder pretty hard I look up quickly to apologize as they storm past me without a word or glance. I catch a glimpse of their outfit and body from behind and I shake my head muttering under my breath./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Geez, asshole.." /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Walking into the building I make my way through the halls until I come across the classroom, making my way inside I see multiple groups of people sitting down or standing up having discussions. The room was wide with ten rows of tables for students to use as desks. I slide through the aisles towards a few seats to the left of the main door, three aisles down so I'm not entirely in the back of the class but enough to not be messed with. Shortly after I started going through my notebooks and getting out my English book, I sit patiently waiting as other students finally enter into the classroom. Everyone had found their friends from the semester previously which, I wasn't here for and was sitting next to them. I tugged at the sleeve hem by my fingers nervously as I look around at all the different ethnicities and people. Will I fit in here?/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Finally as everyone was finally sitting down the older man walked out and up to the podium in the front of the class. I noticed very few people sat in the back row near me, which was strange but I ignored it. Taking out my blue ink pen I start to write what the Professor was saying, when I heard the doors open and slam shut behind me. Everyone turned to look except for me, I was focused on the pen moving. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Welcome everyone, my nephew who likes to make an entrance." The professor stated raising his hands in the air towards the doors. At this I looked up, two seats over from me in the row sat a raven haired boy with long shaggy curls. His face was masked by his hair as he slumped back in the chair. "Anyway, I'm Luke. Please call me Luke, Professor Luke or Sir. I don't like informalities in my class. I will take a few days to match your names with your faces, so bare with me. As we begin this class is English Literature and Historical Classics. Meaning you will have to read a lot of older classics and write essays, so many essays. If you don't wish to write as many as I'm hinting at, please exit the room now and head to the administrators office to change to an easier course." Just as he finishes stating this, almost fifteen students get up and exit the room. Some were debating but seemed to stay./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Well, that takes care of that. Anyone else wishes to leave at any point today, please feel free to go." He states sarcastically./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The boy next to me stands to leave, before the professor speaks again. "Ben, sit. You are staying." His tone was harsh./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I could hear the audible growl of frustration as he slumps back in his seat, crossing his arms across his chest. He was wearing a simple black v-cut shirt and black jeans. His arms were toned and you could tell he worked out. His black hair waved around but wasn't entirely curly, it hid his face very well. Turning my head back silently I went back to writing, not wanting to lose any information the professor was giving out. Several times people got up and walked out of the room but he continued to talk./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"He began passing out the syllabi's as we progressed through the day, walking up the center aisle handing the students on the outside the papers. He came to a stop on our row and handed the papers to his nephew who then in turning towards me, froze and though I didn't look up I could feel the stare on his face. 'Do I have something on my face?' I wondered to myself. Quietly I look up at him and I felt my stomach knot, it was the guy from the dream. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Quickly I turned away from him after grabbing my papers and kept my eyes forward. I could feel him staring now, his hazel eyes blared into my side. 'Who was he? How had I dreamed about him? Have I seen him before?' All of these and more filled my mind as I questioned everything. Finally the professor released us from his grasp and I hopped up out of my chair quickly, shoving my book and papers down into my bag. I walked away from the classroom and hall and went straight for my bike. Classes were done for the day with me and I slid my helmet on, looking in my mirrors I see him walking out of the building. His eyes focused on me, his tall muscular form and how he walked I realized in that moment he was the asshole from earlier. I started my bike and looked one last time in the mirror before driving off quickly./span/p