Chapter 2

Garfield had finished all of his classes for the day. Criminal Justice I, Computer Science III, Software III, Special Abilities Studies and Men's Training V. The last two classes being the easiest. One was for students to master and control their super powers and the other was just to keep the men in top shape.

Being back at his apartment, it was time to log into the Moodle part of the class so he could complete all of his homework for the semester. There wasn't much to do for the first day, just completing the Syllabus assignments so he wouldn't be kicked out of the online classroom.

"And... done!" He closed his laptop and laid back on the couch. His mind began to wander back to earlier to when Raven entered the classroom. He replayed his Cloud 9 scenario over and over in his head, giving him butterflies each time. He opened his eyes and reached for his computer and pulled up Facebook. Remembering her name, he found her page and clicked on it. He grinned when he saw her profile picture. Her smile was one of those rare smiles that could light up any room and she had the most pure twinkle in her eyes. He read over some of the articles she had shared and gathered information to know more about her. She loved reading, writing, and watching movies with friends. He gathered that she was on the reserved side so he would probably have to make an extra effort to talk to her, but that was okay. He realized he was gathering too much information and closed his window before he became a creep.

"Awh snap," he thought, "I need to go get my books."

He jumped off the couch and snatched his keys off the counter and ran to his car.

He knew the line was going to be super long so he was trying to prepare himself ahead of time. Reaching a parking space and walking up to the building, he saw his accusations were true. Sighing, he went on in and tried to get his books as fast as he could so he could jump in line.

Only needing three books, he quickly grabbed the computer class and software class ones since they were right next to one another. Next was the Criminal Justice. Turning down the aisle where it was, he saw her and instantly froze. Taking a deep breath, he walked up to her.

"Hey, you sit next to me, right?"

She smiled, "Yeah."

"Do you remember the book number we need?" He asked, even though he knew exactly which book he needed. CJS 338.

"Yeah, 338. It's right here," she picked one off the shelf and handed it to him.

"Awesome. Thanks!"

She chuckled, "No problem."

Her laughing made his butterflies go all crazy again.

"Well now I feel like I owe you. What other books do you need to find?" He tried to sneak his way in to a couple more minutes with her.

"Actually all I need is EAS 463."

"Well then. Let me escort you to your book," he tried to impress her with his corny medieval impersonation. She giggled, that's all he cared about.

"So, EAS. What does that stand for?" He asked.

"Those are my 'Empathic Abilities Studies'."

"Oh... That makes sense now," he replied, "What all do you do in that class?"

"Well," she began, "There's a lot to go over in that department. I have to take a class every semester. We study the history of magic, light and dark magic, practicing it, and there's a lot of reading and essay tests."

"Wow. But I bet it's all easy for you," he nudged her arm.

She grinned, "It can be challenging at times, but once you get the hang of the lesson, it's not bad."

They walked and came to her book, her taking it off the shelf and jumping in line which coincidentally ended where her book sat at the end of the aisle.

"Have you heard anything about how our Criminal Justice class is supposed to go?" He asked, just trying to make conversation.

"I've heard that our Professor is actually pretty cool and laid back. Which is always nice since I have a couple of challenging classes."

"Do you know if there is a final?" He questioned.

"I think I heard that he usually gives partners a case and they have to figure out how the victim died and who killed them."

He grinned, "Well that sounds pretty cool."

She nodded.

The line was surprisingly moving fast and she was ready for check out. Raven finished up before him but wasn't sure if "social protocol" called for her to wait on him. She glanced over and he was handing the cashier his student ID, almost finishing up. He smiled over to her, giving her a hint to wait on him.

He jogged up to her and walked her out the lobby and to the parking lot.

"I'm parked right here," she pointed to her black sporty car.

"Wow. You got a nice spot," he laughed.

"Yeah," she chuckled, "Just lucky."

"Well, I'll see you in class tomorrow," he closed out.

"Yes," she laughed, "Yes, you will."

He gave her a light hug on the side and turned to head to his own car.

"She is just incredible..."