Looks like I haven’t missed much.
After she’s given us a minute she asks if anyone knows the answer. A few people raise their hands, most of them don’t. Of course I’m one of them who doesn’t and am trying to avoid being called on, but of course professor O’Gwen has it out for me and decides to make me her next victim.
“Ms. Brown, how lovely of you to join us again. That’s twice this month! Can you tell us the answer to this equation?” She asks.
I decide to have some fun with her.
“Oh it’s my pleasure to be in your class, for the second time this month professor. But unfortunately I don’t know the answer, maybe if you taught a little slower, me and the rest of the students who didn’t raise their hand might understand,” I tell her.
She looks pissed. Good, she should be after trying to embarrass me.
“Very well,” then she turns around facing the board and attempts to explain the solution. Still, no one understands, just as I suspected. She’s not the best teacher even though I haven’t been here long.
We’re midway through the lesson when the door to the lecture hall opens and I think I’m about to have a heart attack.
Tall.
Devastatingly handsome.
Blue eyes.
It’s him.
Aspen.
“Hi excuse me, miss I’m looking f…” He gets cut off. That voice. I missed that voice.
“Excuse you, yes, no one is allowed in my class room unless you are signed up which you sir are not,” Professor O’Gwen states.
What is he doing here? How did he get here? How did he even know I was here, in this exact classroom?
Lana.
That’s the only explanation.
“Right, I’m looking for Genevieve Brown,” he says, looking in the audience until his eyes meet mine. Once they do, they’re locked in.
God I missed those eyes, I missed everything about him.
I don’t break eye contact with him, but I’m guessing the professor just rolled her eyes because she already felt like I made her class all about me, but now she’s probably certain of it.
“And who is asking for her?” Professor O’Gwen asks.
“Her boyfriend,” Aspen says in front of everyone. “That is, if she will take me back,” He adds. The whole class erupts into oohs it sounds like I got called into the principal’s office.
The whole time he doesn’t look at anyone else, but me. He is speaking directly to me.
“Now this is not appropriate…” Now it’s Professor O’Gwen’s turn to get cut off.
“Genevieve please, I’m sorry, I screwed up. Please give me another chance. A chance to explain, a chance to love you, forever,” he says.
Then he pulls out a crinkled slip of paper from his jeans, unfolds it and begins to read it in front of the entire class.
“Where art thou my Genevieve?
She has left me with no air to breathe,
I need her back so I can sleep,
