Michael’s point of view.
I'm not the type to arrive early to a lecture late in fact, I am always at least twenty minutes late, but for Professor Betty, I am always on time.
I would do anything, absolutely anything to see those piercing grey eyes that glitter whenever she was angry or those long legs whenever she strode to the board. It's safe to say that she has become my obsession.
I glance at my wristwatch, 7: 50 am, Professor Betty should be here anytime from now, her class doesn't start until 8 am and normally I would arrive at 8 on the dot just in time to secure my usual seat which was two seats from the front row but today? Today I couldn't wait. Maybe I’d been counting down all weekend to see her gorgeous face.
The class seemed late today, it was just me and five others in h
