Just A Kiss Goodnight

(Picture of Mollie on the side....Alexadra Daddario)

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Mollie

I was rushing across the quad, praying that I would make it to my last class of the day. I lost track of time while studying in the library, that when I looked at my watch, I realized that I had only five minutes to run across campus just to make it to class on time. It was one of those times where I wished I had a scooter or one of those Segway things because my hard sprint sure wasn't getting me there fast enough. I barely glanced at the students that were in the courtyard, only focusing on getting to the door to the building where my class was held. I was nearly there, there was only the open courtyard separating me and the door to the hall where my class was held.

All of a sudden, I felt something hard crash into me and I started to catapult towards the hard ground below. Closing my eyes, I braced myself for the hard landing and was surprised when I felt myself jerk to a stop. Looking down, I noticed two arms holding my waist and I tried to ignore the tingling sensation their grasp was sending through my body. Instead, I focused on my anger of being ran into.

"Hey," I shouted, looking angrily into the bluest eyes I had ever seen and seethed, "watch where you're going!"

A smirk appeared on the face that was mere inches from mine and the guy holding me said, "Wow, how about 'you're welcome, Callen, for saving me from eating dirt.' That would be so much better than yelling at me. You're the one who wasn't looking where they were going. I was just merely teaching you a lesson."

"You ran into me on purpose?" I asked, glaring at him as I bent down to pick up the contents of my bag that had spilled on the ground.

"Something like that," he smirked as he squat down and handed me my notebook that landed at his feet. Gee, now he's a gentleman, I thought as I shot him another glare. He blinked back with an amused expression as he nodded to something behind me as he said, "Plus I saved you from tripping over that bench right there."

I followed his nod and saw the bench that would have gotten in my way. I was still mad, but I didn't want to seem rude, so I muttered, "Gee thanks."

He shrugged cockily, like it was no big deal. I narrowed my eyes at him for a moment, trying to figure out where I had seen him before. He raised an eyebrow, shooting me a questioning look before I shook my head. If I hurried to my class, I would be able to sneak in the back door without being noticed. The test hadn't started yet since class would have just started. I gave him one last dagger look as I dusted myself off and headed in the direction of my class.

Opening the door, I saw that my professor's back was turned and knew that this was my opportunity. I quickly dashed in, almost making it to the nearest chair when the door slammed shut behind me, stopping me in my tracks. Turning, I see him saunter in, his blue eyes honed in on me and he was wearing a huge smirk as he passed me, taking the chair that I was rushing to get to. Ugh, you have got to be kidding me! Could this get any worse?

"Miss Black, so nice of you to join us." Professor Elliott's voice boomed in the small auditorium. I thought that too soon, I thought, as my cheeks went pink with embarrassment as everyone's head turned in my direction. My new enemy was still smirking at me and I resisted the urge to slap it off his face. Somehow I thought that he would enjoy that a little too much. Wait, how is this guy in my class? I've never seen him before. Not that I would have really noticed because I usually sat in the front.

"I'm sorry, professor, I was in the library getting ready for our test today." I said with a sheepish smile. I heard the guy cough, "Kiss Ass" and a few girls near him let out sickening sweet giggles as if it was the funniest thing they ever heard. I shot him a fuming look, which he returned with another smirk and added a wink. I rolled my eyes at him in response. He was such an ass.

Professor Elliott just waved his hand for me to take my seat. I found one in the middle of the row in front of me and cringed because it meant that I had to crawl over people to get to it. I mumbled apologies as I made my way to the chair and sat down. My professor started passing out the tests to each row and I tried to squelch the anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had studied and studied for this test and knew that I would get a good grade, but I still was anxious hoping that the information that I just soaked in at the library would stay fresh in my mind. I knew that my professor loved to put a twist to his test and the information that you spent all your time studying would be omitted, so I always made sure that I was doubly prepared.