Visions of my cocky, arrogant as hell neighbor swarmed my brain, but I had no time to think about it since I had to get my professor coffee. He’d assigned me the task that morning via email, and though I hadn’t worked with him before, only my second semester as a teaching assistant, I had a feeling I was in for the workload of my life. His syllabus was jam-packed, and though I was one of three TAs for his film class, it was a sizable class. Almost one hundred. Combined with how many students I had in my individual recitation class, I’d be grading a lot of course work. That would be in addition to anything Professor Douglas wanted his TAs to do—coffee runs included. His other TAs, Davey and Griffin, sent me their orders too on our group email since today’s coffee run was my day, so I juggled about three coffees outside of my own. I peeled into campus about fifteen minutes prior to the start of Professor Douglas’ class, and groaning, I got the coffees, my bag, and purse before closing my SUV with my hip.
Shuffling onto campus, I balanced the drink orders and my stuff, trying not to slip and slide on the salted paths. I wore a skirt today with my UGG boots, my red hair pinned up, and a nice sweater on under my wool coat, and I wasn’t trying to flash anyone on the slippery walks.
Woodcreek University itself was a moderately sized campus, and it was my first year here as a graduate student. I’d done undergrad on the coast, which was pretty much a party school, and about twice the size. I’d blended in there and hadn’t really enjoyed the whole getting lost amongst the numbers thing, hence my choice to go to the Midwestern Ivy League today. The school also happened to be closer to my mom, which wasn’t a bad thing. I’d decided to be around for her more considering my parents’ divorce, and she’d been overjoyed when I decided to come home.
I slid into Gretchen Hall with the coffees, cursing under my breath that the halls were quieter than they should be. I knew I was running late, but still had a couple minutes considering what my car’s dash said. Even still, I was a teaching assistant and was supposed to be early to class, not on time like the students.
I forced the door open with my hip, the auditorium wide and filled with students. They were all talking amongst themselves, and since there were so many, no one noticed when I came in.
At least no one that mattered.
Professor Douglas was off to the side of the podium with the other TAs. I’d met Davey and Griffin for coffee over holiday break. We thought it best we meet each other before term started, the pair friendly enough but the typical uppity film students if I’d ever seen them. Most would go on to teach like myself, film always a huge thing in my life. I had busy parents, and I loved wrapping myself up in a good comedy or romance. It was just my thing, always had been, so when I’d decided to go to school to become a professor, the first thing I’d decided to do was head for the film track. Again, it was just my thing.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, despite the room being full of chatty undergrads. I handed Griffin his coffee, black, and Davey her iced mocha latte. I found this choice odd considering how cold it was outside, but hey, to each their own. Quickly, I handed Professor Douglas his espresso, and though he’d taken it, he frowned at me.
“I don’t have to tell you you’re late,” he said, clearly going over things with the others. Hands in his pockets, he towered over them while they held stacks of syllabi. A buzz in his pocket, and he pulled out his cell phone, scratching his neck with a finger as he read the front. “In any case, I just missed an important phone call. I’m going to go take it quickly, and while I’m gone, I need you three to hand out the syllabi. Let the students know I’ll return shortly.”
He was away with a huff after that, so very dramatic like film and movie buffs could be. I dealt with a lot of them in undergrad, my same major then.
Davey and Griffin both handed me some of their stack once I discarded my coat and personal items, and after Davey let the class know we were coming around, I informed them Professor Douglas would be back in a few moments. I didn’t use the mic though it was set up, and considering how all the students dove into the syllabus the moment they were handed it, I figured they all knew what was up. I was fairly good at projecting, and I took the back of the class while Davey stayed up front and Griffin took one of the sides. We figured we’d meet up in the middle eventually.
Right away, the class silenced, serious since this was college and an Ivy League at that. Woodcreek University was one of the best in the state and people got their money’s worth for that tuition. Myself and the other TAs didn’t have to do much in regards to keeping people silent. The students got right into reading over everything, but some whispering in the back where I was did get my attention. Everyone else was focused in on their task, but I was paying attention to very soft but clear moans coming from the back of the room. There was a girl up there with bright pink hair, a guy basically on top of her, and she had a hand basically between his legs. She rubbed on his junk, the girl doing the moaning as he kissed on her neck. I couldn’t see the guy much since he had his face buried in her neck, and everyone else around either seemed to just be trying to ignore them or didn’t care.
Enraged, I stalked the last several feet up the steps to the, err, um, couple, and tapping my foot, I crossed my arms. “Excuse me?”
“You’re excused.” The guy hadn’t missed a beat as he folded long fingers around the girl’s neck, and it’d been the ring to give me pause, that chrome ring with some type of animal forged into the metal.
It’d been that same ring to touch my flesh, burn across my cheek and body as he kissed me just last night. He’d made me submit to him just like this girl, and upon clearing my throat loudly, the blond asshole with a smart mouth and the body of a Grecian god finally peeled away from his latest conquest to look up at me.
He looked like he’d basically just got done fucking, his tight, baby tee disheveled and revealing a sliver of his golden abs. This girl had gotten her work in all right, his spools of honey blond locks all over the place and making an entirely too good-looking guy look even more good-looking. The worst part was he knew it, lounging his big body back in his stadium seat to see what all the hubbub was about. The moment he saw me, those golden eyebrows twitched up, and the second that arrogant smile of his returned, I knew he definitely remembered me. His grin angled right. “You’re… erm, um, Billie, right?”
He pointed a finger and everything, a real Einstein here, as he managed to recall my name through the fog of weed and sex I was sure he’d partaken in after I left. I had to say I was impressed, but at the present way too pissed off to give him props. He took me in from my boots to my short skirt, wearing black tights this time since it was cold. I wore a sweater set today, trying to be professional on my first day, but the way he looked at me, one would have thought I’d all out dressed for the club.
Appraising my entire body, he lounged back even deeper in his chair and stamped out those big legs like he actually was about to get a show, and I couldn’t believe this asshole.
“Right,” I cut, my tone more than gritted. Again, everyone around was paying attention to their own little piece of the classroom, and if someone did look, they made sure to cut right back to their syllabus in front of them. I mean, that was good, I guessed, but kind of weird. I shrugged. “And you and your, um, friend…”