by Luxx Monroe
“Here you go, Nikki. Ready to walk to class together?”
“I am.” I smiled at Chad as we headed out of the coffee shop.
*
“So, do you know anything about our Professor?”
I shook my head and took a sip of my heavenly latte. “I don’t.” I looked again at our schedule and read his name. Professor Mitchell.
Chad took a drink of his own coffee and pointed to the left, which I assumed was where our lecture hall was located. I was glad at that moment he’d asked me to walk with him. I would have probably already been lost. “I’ve heard a little. I guess he’s the new teacher on campus. Some big shot from New York City that’s doing a little pay it forward. He went to school here and is friends with the Dean. My father said he’s been very successful in his career and recently just published a book.”
My eyebrows shot up and I couldn’t help but be impressed. “That sounds really amazing, actually.” I pictured some guy in his mid 40s, hopefully holding open doors for our future.
I snuck a look again over at Chad and suddenly cursed myself for not trying harder with my appearance. No, I didn’t want to become some hussy now that I was at college, but how was I supposed to help it when these good looking guys were there for the taking? I reached up and felt my large bun, which held all of my hair on the top of my head. I was wearing my glasses, deciding that my contacts could wait for another morning. But for some strange reason Chad was the one who was doing all these nice things for me.
“Here we are.” I smiled at Chad as he held open the door for me. A girl could get used to that.
“Thanks,” I said sweetly and started up a large flight of stairs. If there was one thing for sure, it was that I would probably be in the best shape of my life during college with all this walking and stair stepping.
Chad walked by my side and took each step in stride with me. When we finally made it to the top, I was more than a little out of breath. It looked like I needed to get my running routine back in action.
“So, don’t feel like you need to sit by me when we get to class.”
I laughed and playfully shoved his shoulder. I liked this guy. He made me laugh, which was actually a hard quality for me to find in a guy.
This was my first class on my first day of college and I’m not going to lie when I say that it was nice knowing someone when I stepped through the two steel doors.
I looked around the room and noticed that most of the seats were already filled, but I spotted empty chairs together in the sixth row of the large lecture hall. I was warned that these intro college courses could have up to a few hundred student in them. I was okay with that, but I really didn’t feel like sitting that close to the front.
“Hey, there’s two right down there.” Chad saw them as well, and so we headed to our new seats. I’d hoped that I would be able to blend into the background.
“Perfect,” I said in almost a whisper, trying not to let Chad know that I could have sat solo in the back.
We made our way through the row and found our new spot for the next four months. I looked over to my right and heard two girls talking about our soon-to-be professor.
“My friend, Molly, told me that he is fucking hot. Seriously. Like totally edible.”
“I’m glad I signed up for Mr. Mitchell. Maybe he’ll take me as his TA.”
The girl with the short brunette hair laughed and scooted closer to her friend. “Even though they don’t usually take freshman as a TA, it’s my new mission.”
“Oh, you’re on bitch.” They both laughed and hunched closer, making it harder to hear their conversation.
When I made eye contact with Chad, he must have heard their conversation as well because he mouthed the word ‘great’ in my direction.
I rolled my eyes and thought how silly those girls sounded. That was, until Mr. Mitchell walked through the door leading to the front of the classroom.
Holy. Freaking. Shit. Mr. Mitchell?
I reached down and grabbed my syllabus, eyeing over my class information. “Mr. Mitchell. Professor G. Mitchell?”
“Nikki, are you okay?” Chad asked and looked at me with curiosity.
“Garren,” I whispered and shoved my paper back into my bag.
“Do you know him?”
I waved Chad off and decided I could do one of two things. One, stay in class and try to pretend I didn’t know Garren Mitchell. Or two, get the hell out of there.
“Good morning, class. My name is Garren Mitchell and I’ll be teaching your intro to journalism class.”
I knew all the color drained out of my face, because Mr. Garren Mitchell, my college professor, was non other than my virginity snatcher in the flesh.
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