Met His Match ✓

Chapter 2 - Catch my eye

Lily POV:

I ran like hell down the deserted hallway, swearing all the way. Glancing at my watch, I saw that I was ten minutes late to my first lecture. Just great! My first bloody day and I'm probably going to get an earful from some pompous know-it-all professor. As I charged down the hall, I started breathing heavily. I do sports, but running with close to ten text books in my bag was giving me a serious cramp. As I rounded the corner I almost cried in relief as I saw the room I was looking for. Stopping outside to wipe the sweat off my forehead, I opened the door and walked inside.

When I entered the room, about one hundred faces all turned in my direction. Oh jeez! Turning to look at the professor, I saw it was an old man who looked about ninety. And he did not look impressed. "What time do you call this?" He barked, eyeing me over the rims of his glasses.

 Whilst I got my breathing under control, I looked at his tweed suit and his bushy white beard. He did have a slight resemblance to Santa Claus if you just squinted a little. Once my breath had come back I smiled sheepishly. "Uh, sorry! I'm new here and I kinda got lost. This place is frickin' huge."

 I frowned when I heard laughter erupt from the seats opposite. Why the hell are they laughing? Shrugging I turned back to the professor to find him glaring at me, looking like he was sucking on a lemon, his face all scrunched up. "There is no swearing in my class young lady. Take a seat in the front row please so I can keep an eye on you," the man said, gesturing forward with his hand.

 "But I uh - I didn't swear," I argued, frowning at him.

 "Don't back-chat me. Just take your bag and sit in the front," he snapped, "You've wasted enough time already."

Huffing out an annoyed breath, I turned and stomped over to the first row of seats. I tried to ignore the snickers and whispers that were going on behind me. Grinding my teeth, I unzipped my bag and got out my workbook. But no matter what the professor nattered on about, I could not for the life of me pay any attention to him. I mean, I was majorly pissed. It's my first day and the pompous know-it all can't even give me a break. Sheesh! As I got my frustration under control I felt a light tapping on my shoulder.

 "Fancy meeting you here..." a low voice whispered, sounding very amused.

 Turning around I sighed when I saw the guy from before. Noah, I think? Staring at him, I noticed that he was smiling at me, showing off his pearly whites. No doubt he was a hit with the ladies. Quickly glancing at him, I saw how his messy black hair fell over his forehead. His blue eyes sparkled and I tried not to stare at them too much. When I heard him clear his throat, I cringed.

 "Like what you see..." he whispered, arching a brow at me.

 "Huh?" I asked, trying to act nonchalant. "Uh, no! I was wondering how someone can use such cheesy lines and get away with it. I mean seriously...."

And with that I turned back around, leaving him with a look of annoyance plastered all over his face. As I tried to focus on what the old dude was saying up front, I felt someone poke my shoulder from behind again. Jeez! Turning back around, I gasped when I saw Noah's face not an inch from mine, leaning over his desk. My eyes drifted down his lips, and it made me unconsciously nibble on my bottom lip. I heard him laugh softly so I managed to pry my eyes away and look up at him.

 "What now?" I muttered.

 "Can I borrow a pen, Lily?" he asked, drawing out my name.

 "Fine. One sec," I replied, turning back around in my seat.

 As I retrieved my pencil case from my rucksack, I unzipped it and smiled at what I saw. I looked at the pen Jennifer had given to me for my last birthday. It was just a joke present, a glittery pink pen with a huge pink feather, kind of like a quill. She knows how I hate all things pink and glittery so of course she had given me the most girlish pen she could find. This would do nicely! Keeping my face completely deadpan, I turned back around and held out the pen to him, trying my absolute hardest not to smile when I saw him make a 'what the hell?' face at me.