Four

I'm directly piercing my right ear with a pearl while watching my reflection cautiously. I already have everything ready for today.
Julie cholerically groans from her adequate bed and forces her pillow on top of her head after her alarm sounds.
I frown at her. "Don't you have class today? It's Wednesday, you know?" I inform while folding my arms like a middle-aged mother lecturing her daughter. I then mumble, "Be glad you have off days rather than a daily schedule."
Last night, she didn't return until around 2 AM. What the hell was she doing up that late?
She groans again.
I relax into my right leg and sigh. "It's the second day, Julie." My eyes roll before I quickly add, "And where were you last night? You got here late." I run my fingers through my hair while staring back at my reflection.
She sits up, her hair like a rat's nest and her skin ghostly. She faintly stares blankly into space and responds quietly, "I was out. . .with friends." Her eyes close while she sits in place, absorbing as much lethargy as she can in a couple of seconds.
My jaw drops apprehensively. "Friends?" I smile. "Oooo, what friends?" I rest my hand on my hip while waiting for her response.
I'm sure she was out with more than just friends. Granted, she might of found a few girlfriends to linger around with, but I'm sure she had a few other buddies with her. "Buddies."
I smirk at her.
"It's not what you're thinking." She utters through a yawn. She blinks slowly and claims, "We're just friends."
I sure haven't heard that before. My friend, Stacey, back in my hometown, had said the same thing with a guy she hung out with during sophmore year. They have been dating ever since.
"Say what you want, girl." I chuckle while glancing back at the mirror. I fix my white tank top by tucking it more into my high-waisted, denim skirt. "Who is he anyway? A senior?" I wink at her.
She slides her feet over to the side of her bed, her heels reaching the ground now. "No. He's a sophomore." She rubs her eyes with her fists. "Although, he almost looks twenty-four."
I lean my hip up against the dresser so that I'm facing her. "Cute?" I quiz.
She smiles while nodding her head. "Definitely."
"My advice," I begin while pushing myself away from the dresser. "go for it." I fetch my bag and swing it onto my shoulder. Suddenly, I spot my shoe lace laying on the ground, untied.
"Really?" She rises. "You think I have a chance?" Her hand scratches her head.
I kneel down to tie the free lace on my brown combat boot. "It's not about chances, Julie." The laces wrap into bunny ears. "It's about just going for it." My fingers pull my white socks up tighter until it's two inches above my boots. I glance up, "We're in college. Let's just live a little." I jiggle my shoulders at her in an impudent gesture.
She nods her head slowly, processing my words into consideration. "Yeah. You're right."
After rising to my stance, I smirk and egotistically reply, "Of course I am."
The clock now reads 6:51 AM. I should be heading to art now. "Well, have fun in English." I announce before leaving the room.
As I walk towards class, I begin to think about my animate advice. I am equitable in this scenario. After all, this is college. People are just careless and young and happy. College is not only suppose to be stressful, but it also should be exhilarating. Some of the best stories are made here. It's time I start contemplating less and just start doing more.
I like the sound of that.
In high school, I was so attentive with every little thing I did. I never deliberated on risking any chances for anything or even bending the rules a little. Times change, however. I will have fun all four years here. It will be my best.
Just go for it.
Go for what, though? What chances are even available for me to obtain?
What about Blake?
He seems like someone who apprehends convivial. Maybe I'll discuss with him about it. He might just have what I am looking for.
After I arrive in class, I spot Alex and decide to sit next to her. She grins at me when I sit down.
"I'm so ready to start working on stuff in here. Man, when are we going to just get to it?" I complain and shake my head while staring at the front of the room.
"Oh, I know what you're saying." She agrees. "I just want to start painting already or something." She folds her arms and exhales.
"Is that your go to?" I lean back in my chair. "Painting?" My head tilts with interest. I wait for her response.
I enjoy small talk.
She nods. "It's pretty much what I do for art. That's why im majoring in Visual Arts."
"Ah," I nod my head. "what do you typically like to paint? Flowers or whatever?" I rest my chin onto the back of my hands on the table.
I begin to think of what my go to is for drawing. Hmm, mermaids? Fantasy? Women?
"It's going to sound strange, but I enjoy painting bodies. Especially men. I really like to capture the true beauty of the male body structure." Her smile falls before adding, "I would really love to paint Professor Collins' body though." Her tone becomes lower with a slight growl. "He is so hot."
I freeze at the sound of his name. "Oh, you, uh, you have him too for math?" I scratch the back of my head anxiously.
"Yes." She smiles at me. "He is so damn sexy, right?" She flashes her white teeth at me.
"Oh, well, I guess." I chuckle breathlessly, hoping for a subject change soon.
'Don't bite your lip like that around me.'
His words come back to me. I'm not sure why he ordered me that, but it definitely was hot. I catch myself biting my lip again and immediatly stop.
She huffs. "You cannot deny how hot he is!" She defensively holds a finger up, objecting me like I've told a lie in court.
"Are you guys talking about professor Collins?" A blonde girl leans foward between us from behind.
Let's just have the entire class to join in.
I'd rather not discuss my sexual attration towards him with people. What if I say something about what he commanded me last night? Or what if they somehow find out? Has he told them the same thing? I'm almost tempted to ask.
I sound so ridiculous right now.
I know that I shouldn't make a big deal about it, but this should be kept a secret. I'm not sure what these girls would think of the situation. They would probably think I'm foolish and over thinking it. What if they mentioned it to him? What would he think of me? Pathetic?
But I'm so confused by all of this. Why did he say that?
Maybe I'm in denial of a certain situation that I don't really want to believe. Maybe I'm putting too much thought into this. Maybe I'm just fucking crazy.
"He is sexy!" The girl snaps with a smile.
I suck my lips in and glance away.
"Do you really think he's not that hot?" Alex asks while tilting her head, her eyes watching me peculiarly.
"Well," I chuckle. "I mean, he is attractive. He's just kinda. . .intimidating. Right?" I expect them to agree.
Both the girls stare at me with puzzled expressions.
"What?" Alex twists her face. "How is he intimidating?"
"You know," I begin, searching the room. "with his eyes and his demands and everything." I shrug.
"Girl," She laughs. "what are you talking about? What demands?"
I pause, thinking of how to explain exactly what I mean without bringing up the lip-biting demand. How do I explain to her that he is super intimidating? Maybe it's just me.
"I think you're just making excuses now. You know he's hot, you just don't want to admit it." She shrugs and adds, "Nothing wrong with that."
Perhaps, Professor Collins is only intimidating towards me. Maybe he has it out for me. At this point, I have no idea.
* * *
I'm one of the few to make it early to class. I definitely didn't want to be late again.
Blake sits next to me after he arrives.
"Are you fun?" I ask after a moment.
He glances at me and raises an eye brow. "What?"
"Don't look at me like I'm dumb. I asked if you were fun." I snap.
"Um, I'm not sure how to respond to this." He scratches the back of his head.
"I mean, do you do fun things? Do people consider you to be a fun person?" I swing my legs back and forth, my toes barely skidding the carpet.
"I guess so." He shrugs.
"Well, then," I fold my arms. "perhaps you can show me. . .how to have. . .fun." I suggest with difficulty. I hope this doesn't sound too awkward.
He chuckles with a shrug. "I can be a good teacher."
Professor Collins strides in. He walks to his desk and sits down. His eyes spot me.
Should I ask him about yesterday? No, I can't. It would sound so pathetic.
"Actually, Friday night will be your first lesson." Blake adds with a smirk.
I glance back at him. "Alright. I'm in." I challenge.
He grins.
"Today, I will discuss what to expect in here." Professor Collins announces at the front of the room.
"Gotta love syllabus week." Blake mumbles.
I glance at him and ask softly, "Would you rather do math instead?"
"Actually, yes." He replies quietly. "I love math."
"You're joking." I remark flatly.
"Nope." He shakes his head proudly.
I huff. "I thought you said you were fun?" I smile.
He chuckles. "I am fun. I can be a nerd too."
"It doesn't work like that." I lean back into my chair.
"It doesn't?" His expression amused.
"No. You can't be a fun nerd. You have to pick one." I fold my arms and smile.
"Am I interrupting you two?" Professor Collins asks from the front. He folds his arms across his chest and glares at me.
I feel my face turn red. "Uh, no. Please continue." My fingers scatter through my hair.
He stares at me for a moment before continuing.
I exhale. How embaressing.
"Already a rebel, I see." Blake whispers next to me.
"Ssh." I glare at him.
He chuckles softly while shaking his head.
* * *
When class is over, I am very tempted to ask Professor Collins about yesterday. I have been debating this all day.
Somehow, I find myself standing in front of his desk. Is it too late to turn back?
His eyes draw up to mine. "Yes, Miss White?"
I lace my fingers together in front of me, my heart racing quickly. My face begins to heat up now and I wonder how I will even manage to speak.
I stare into his dark eyes. They're so beautiful. So dreamy. I imagine running my fingers through his hair as I straddle his lap. He makes me feel like I want to be so bad. I've never felt that way ever before.
"Um," I say softly.
This is a lot harder than I thought.
"Yesterday," I begin slowly. "you. . .uh, you said-" I am cut off.
"Rosie." A male voice calls my name from the door.
I glance over to lay eyes on Blake.
"I have to show you something." He grins while leaning up against the door frame.
"Uh, yes, one second." I call back, holding up a finger. "Just meet me down the hall."
He nods and leaves my sight.
I glance back to see Professor Collins glaring at me. "Making friends already?"
"Yes. More like acquaintance, but yes." I smile weakly.
Why does he care?
"You were saying?" He raises an eye brow.
"Oh, yes!" I shake my head.
This is it. Just ask him why he told you to not bite your lip.
"Yesterday, you told me. . ." I watch his intimidating expression wait for me to finish. My eyes move away from his. "You told me that we were going to do sessions after class. I was wondering when."
I can't do it. It feels so awkward. What if I heard him wrong? It would be so embaressing.
"Yes." He rises from his chair. "We will probably start them Monday. That's when my lessons will begin." He leans his hand on the edge of his desk.
"Oh, awesome." I force a smile with thumbs up. "Okay then," I say, feeling awkward and embaressed already. "I'll see you later, Professor Collins." I turn away and head for the exit.
"Miss White," He calls from behind me, stopping me in front of the door.
I turn to face him. "Yes?"
"Call me Dean." He folds his arms.
My heart races. "Yes, Sir."