Mr. Adler doesn’t seem amused, but his annoyance seems to be directed at Julez, if the way he glares after him is anything to go by. His gaze snaps back to mine for a moment before he quickly turns away and begins class.
It doesn’t take long with his back to me for me to get a grip, especially because everyone seems hyper-focused on him.
I mean, I get that he’s good-looking, but damn, this seems excessive.
Pulling out my textbook, laptop, and notebook, I jot down just about everything he says.
Note-taking is what I’m good at; it’s how I remember, study, and learn.
“Your syllabus is available in your week one folder for this class.”
Crap.
I picked up the computer, grabbed the textbooks, and even grabbed my way too short uniform, but nobody thought to mention that the school has a special online system for classes.
“Go over it.” I look back up to find Mr. Adler looking around the room with a serious expression. “I cannot stress this enough. These classes are not meant to be a cakewalk. They are meant to prepare you and give you a jump start. They are hard on purpose.”
“Shit, I wonder if I can make him hard on purpose.” One of the girls next to me whispers to the girl on her other side, and they both snicker.
It was a bad joke, made even worse by the fact that there’s no way he didn’t hear her.
He ignores her, though, instead turning back to the board to break down his grading scale and the bulk of what this class will cover.
History is literally my worst subject, and of course it’s with Professor Sexy.
This time, I’m paying more attention and swear I see the edge of a tattoo poking out beneath his collar.
As if the student body needed another reason to fall all over him…
Class is over before I know it, and I realize with a start that I zoned out.
I’ve never done that in class before.
“Nice of you to rejoin us.” My head snaps up so fast I hear my neck crack as Mr. Adler heads toward me while the rest of the class files out, some faster than others as they watch him like hawks.
“Sorry, I… um.” I literally have no excuse.
“Thankfully for you, the first day is mostly schematics,” he says as he continues to advance toward me, and all I can do is sit at the desk like a deer in headlights.
“You looked confused when I mentioned the folders earlier. Did you need help with anything?”
His question catches me off guard: while I wouldn’t say confused, I was annoyed, and I never would have expected him to notice. He has at least forty other students in this hall.
He cocks a brow, and I realize he’s waiting on my response.
“Oh, yeah. Yes. Nobody told me about a website,” I stammer out and have to resist the urge to smack my head off the desk.
What is wrong with me?
My last class of the day has both Titus and Julez in it, and of course, Julez insists we sit together. Titus sits on his other side, looking like someone kicked his dog, but honestly, I think that might just be his face.
At least when I’m around, it is.
Class goes quickly, and just like with the other two, it’s a lot of what to expect over the next few months.
It shouldn’t be much, but given that I’m a year behind, I don’t plan to slack off.
“Where are you off to?” Julez asks once class ends, and I pack up and head out of the room.
