Thread: College, Clueless, and Curious (stormwyrm x SexyChick)

S-sure, Brandon said, rummaging through his bag for a suitable one, bowing his head so she couldn't see the flush on his face. He found one and handed it to her. She made to take it, and their fingers brushed for the briefest instant. It felt to him as though a spark passed between them, and he jerked his hand away nervously. The pen clattered to the floor. He bent down to pick it up, but she made to do the same at the exact same time, and their heads collided. They yelped in pain at the same time, drawing stares from the Professor and the rest of the class. However, he did manage to retain enough presence of mind to snatch the pen up amid the explosion of pain, which he put atop her desk instead, mumbling Sorry, as he massaged his forehead, looking away. He thought he heard her mumble a thanks and apology to him as well. After the pain mostly died down, Brandon stole a look at Elizabeth, who now seemed to be trying to concentrate on what the professor was saying, even as she rubbed her forehead. She was sweaty, her long brown hair was tangled, and she was breathing hard enough for him to hear it seemed to Brandon that she had sprinted halfway across campus to get here. Well, he remembered that he had been almost as clueless when he was a freshman too. He thought it was actually rather cute. As though she could sense his eye on her, she turned briefly in his direction, and he looked straight ahead pretending to pay attention himself. She was very pretty, he could see that much, and wondered if she could mean the end of the long winter in his heart since that fatal day three years ago. Don't get your hopes up. You'll just get shot down the way you were then, a niggling voice in his head said. Most of you, being in your first year of University, with very few exceptions it would seem, and here Brandon thought that Professor Thurston briefly turned his eyes to him, may be surprised that we will not be checking attendance for the class. I think you will find that this is practice is actually rather common in most of the classes you will be in, but do be careful as there are some other professors out there who do care about attendance. Anyway, for our class you can come and go as you please, whenever it suits you. I don't care if you are late, and here it seems his eyes lingered on Elizabeth for a moment, or even if you never show up except for the exams. The sole determinant for your grades in this course will be your performance in the exams, of which we will have two, the midterms sometime in late October, and the finals in late December, just before Christmas I should think. Do be warned though, that in my years of teaching this course I notice that exam performance is strongly correlated with attendance. Are there any questions? Brandon supposed that this class would be dismissed early after all the administrivia had been covered, just as nearly all classes were on the first day of classes. After the predictable questions were asked and answered, Professor Thurston dismissed the class, and left the room. The hell with this, he thought to himself. I'll go for it! Uh, hello... Brandon said, turning to Elizabeth. My name's Brandon. He was shaking as he extended his hand for her to shake. Y-you seem new here... I-I could show you around if you like. His face felt like it was burning up.