I hadn't realized people wanted more of this and had resorted to typing most of it out on my phone. Well, here's some of it, I'll edit the second part and post it up tomorrow. Hope you enjoy.

They're embrace was cut short when an angry Jess could be heard making her way to the door. Mr. Hastings was quick to react to it all, as he grabbed his stack of papers with one hand and Linda's hand with the other. They both ran out of the building with their fingers entwined together. It seemed to have gotten colder since Linda had entered the building, and she remembered that there was a chance of snow that day. Hopefully it wouldn't snow until after Becka and Thomas arrived.

Mr. Hastings was looking from one direction to the next, unsure of where to run. Linda decided to choose, as she squeezed his hand and pulled him towards the dorm building. Mr. Hastings followed behind her, though he didn't seem to know where they were headed until the dorm building came into view.

"Linda, I don't think..." His voice died out slowly and he tightened his grip on her hand instead. He was going to have the situation under control.

"It's fine," Linda said without looking back, "Mostly everyone is gone, and Jess was going back to the dorms anyways. She would have seen us otherwise." The two ran into the dorm building and went up the stairs together. Linda's dorm was on the third floor, so it was a quick run to get there. Once there, she opened her door and walked in. She was glad that she decided to clean up for once. Her fingers were still weaved with his, and she suddenly realized what she had done. She had shamelessly brought him to her room, with nearly no in the dorms at all. Oh, the messages he must be getting from her actions.

It was a surprise to him to suddenly be brought into her dorm room. It was as if she had brought him to her house. He unconsciously scanned the room over, taking note of the seemingly clean look to it. The bed wasn't made and the clothes were in a sloppy pile, but otherwise it seemed nice. He did notice a pair of underwear sitting atop the pile, but he decided that he wasn't going to point it out. Instead, he forced himself to slide his hand out of her warm grasp.

"Wha-"

"Oh will you shut up! We were caught for goodness sakes!" A loud voice, Jess' Linda recognized, shouted just outside the door.

"Why are you mad? It's not like you were doing this because you wanted to, you just wanted to raise your grade!" Mr. Wylie's voice shouted back. Their sudden argument had cut Linda off, and she was glad it did. If this, er, "couple" hadn't interrupted her, regrettable words were going to leave her mouth.

"I'm angry because now another professor knows, and that damned Linda!" Jess practically screamed.

"Linda? Was that the girl's name?" Mr. Wylie asked suddenly. There was a disgusted sound, then a slap sounded. After, a door was slammed. Linda had a wave of fear wash over her now, the thought that Mr. Wylie now knew her name was unsettling. Mr. Hastings seemed to sense her uneasiness and took a seat on the single person couch.

"Well, I suppose I should wait here until Ms. Longbranch leaves," he said. Relief washed visibly over Linda that he wasn't going to leave her alone.

"Then, Mr. Hastings, would you like a drink or anything?" She asked. Even though she mentioned a second person in her sentence, she had started sliding her pants down. It wasn't until they were at her mid thigh that she realized that there was, in fact, another person in the room. She quickly slid her sweats back up and walked to get a slice of pizza as though is hadn't happened.

"I'm fine, thank you," he muttered distractedly. He had noticed! She screamed in her head. She slowly put tags pizza back in the fridge and stood up. She could play it off as though it hadn't happened.

"Would you like to watch a movie, then?" She asked and pulled her laptop from her bed and walked over to the chair. There wasn't anywhere for her to sit, except for the floor. When Mr. Hastings started moving so she could sit down, she said, "You're the guest, I'm fine." Her laptop was still on the essay screens, the third one to be particular. She hadn't added or deleted anything from it.

"What movie will we be watching then?" He asked and looked over the open email. He internally face palmed, he sent the email late at night when he was tired. It seemed stupid, now.

"I was just going to pick the first thing I haven't seen," she muttered and began scrolling through the suggested movie list. She realized that she needed to change categories, and immediately the horror movie list popped up. Her face paled as she stared at the movie her mouse was sitting on. Just reading the description, she already knew it would give her nightmares. But despite her words, she clicked on it. She let out a sigh and sat back, being sure not to lay against his legs.

"Horror? I didn't take you for that type of person," Mr. Hastings said and glanced at her. He took note that she didn't look particularly excited for the movie.

"I'm not, really," she muttered softly and watched the screen slowly introduce the lead actors and producer. It started simple enough, at least. It wasn't until she saw based on a true story appear on the screen did she take a deep breath.

Ten minutes went by, and Linda was managing herself fine. The scares had only made her jump so far, but not enough to embarrass herself. Unfortunately, she wasn't prepared for the next scare. She couldn't even muster enough breath to scream, as she hid her face behind Mr. Hastings's leg in utter terror. She was holding on tightly, maybe even hurting him, but she was beyond caring at the moment. She could still hear the aftermath of the scare in the movie, the sounds making her bury her face further behind his leg. Her heart was pounding, and it wasn't until she felt the leg she was using shift and the sound from the computer shut off did she turn around. They were back at the Netflix home screen.

"I should get going, I guess," he said and placed a hand on his thigh. She realized that he couldn't leave until she let go, so hesitantly she released her shield from her death hold and stood up herself. He stood up also and wiggled his leg a little. "Thank you, it was fun. Hopefully, next time, the movie won't be horror."

Linda blushed, next time rang in her head. She glanced at the clock and saw that four hours had gone by. Being 4 in the afternoon, she remembered her visitors who would be on their way to her dorm already. She had forgotten! "You have to go, now!" She urged him towards the door quickly. If Becka saw him there, she would never hear the end of it. He seemed surprised at her sudden pushing him out.

"Till next semester, then," he said over his shoulder as he left the dorm room. She hoped that he was smart enough to use the back exit so he wouldn't be seen exiting the student dorm. Once he closed the door, Linda slumped to the floor. Suddenly being alone didn't sound appealing.

"Wait!" she called out as she watched Mr. Hastings disappear through the stairs. He seemed to have heard her though, as by the time she was at the door he was still standing there, looking through the window. She opened the door and pressed her back against it as it shut. "Could you...can we stay here..just for a little bit longer?" She asked hesitantly.

He seemed surprised again. Scratching the back of his head, he shrugged and sat on the closest step. There wasn't much to talk about, and it was impossible to avoid his gaze. She could feel him staring at her, and it made her stomach twist and turn. She looked everywhere but him, already embarrassed with herself beyond belief. Here she was, stalling him from his break because she's scared. The silence wouldn't settle and it only felt awkward in the air.

"Linda," he called. Her eyes shot towards his immediately and became ensnared in the trap that came with them. She felt it again, the ache in her stomach. She looked over his face, his hardened jaw that had a light stubble over it, and his intense eyes that bore into her own. Others would probably say he was decent looking, but in her eyes he was more. She just couldn't describe it. Suddenly, he stood from the step and looked down at her from his full height. He towered over her, though something seemed strange. His eyes seemed clouded and his eyebrows were slightly scrunched, it looked like he was thinking something through. His eyes never left hers. She nearly began trembling from the strength of his gaze. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, as the electricity between them seemed to be affecting her. She wondered, hoped even, that he felt it too. That he at least felt something from it.

"...Yes?" she managed to ask breathlessly. The man sucked the breath from her lungs with just his stare. He was quiet for another moment, and finally sighed and shut his eyes.

"I have something I need to attend to, sorry," he said and moved away from her quickly and went down the stairs before she could stop him. The word stop formed on her mouth, though nothing came out. She watched him disappear around the corner, and then slam the door shut as he exited it. Seconds after the door clicked shut, she heard a loud bang, as though someone had punched the wall, before she returned to her room. She was shaking. Without even touching her, she was completely ruined. She sat on her couch and curled into a ball. She could faintly feel the warmth in the seat. This was beginning to become more than a crush.

This is completely unedited, so sorry if there are countless errors. And a continuous repetition of some words. I had wrote this for myself to read, not really anyone else, but now I'm a tad lazy to fix it up.