“So, have your essays ready to be presented on Friday. See you guys then,” my professor dismissed us. This professor was a lot different than Mr. Dunphy. He was young and in shape. Had a perfectly trimmed beard and short, perfectly sculpted, blonde hair. He wore fitted khakis and sweater vests each day. He was very handsome and refined. The girls (and some guys) went crazy over him.
I gathered my books and papers and shoved them into my backpack. I had no clue how I was going to get through this essay—my mind was elsewhere throughout the whole entire lecture.
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed out, saying hey to a few of my acquaintances. I wasn’t in the mood to further the conversation, though.
I reached my car and threw my back into the passenger seat. I wondered if Keira
