just the little jokester I saw glimpses of this morning. Not going to lie, I’m eager to find out.
I always like to sit back and observe the students as they make their way into class on the first day. I find it gives me a better sense of who’s who, provides me with good insight for the semester; it gives an outlook as to what type of class I might have on my hands. Is there a good balance of serious and non-serious students? Are they a loud crew? Is the room full of students that think this will be a bird credit? And so on. This morning, however, I noted none of that. Sitting behind Ellie and Courtney only proved to distract me from my ritual viewing as my eyes and ears didn’t make it past them. I was instead too caught up in them—in her .
As soon as I heard her honeyed voice make its way to my chair, my ears weren’t the only things that perked up to pay attention. As I sat back, I saw that Ellie’s smile was just as infectious as her laugh, and my senses zeroed in on her—and only her—during the time I was meant to be observing everyone coming in the lecture hall. Unfortunately, I honestly couldn’t tell you shit about the rest of the students, only her.
If she’s as smart as she is attractive, then she’ll definitely be somebody’s jackpot. From experience, though, it’s never the way. It’s rare that a person is ever actually blessed with the trifecta of wit, intelligence and beauty that Ellie’s “Mr. Vernon” reply indicated. I just might like holding her for detention. Either way, I’ll gladly accept the lovely view for the semester. I, myself, prefer brains with a more understated beauty. Not that it would matter if I were attracted to her anyway, teacher/student relations are a no-go.
However, listening to the two young women was quite entertaining. Entertaining to the point where I was almost late starting the class. Ms. Hughes seems to have a rebel streak, that whole “A for Asshole” joke piqued my curiosity. I’m very interested to see what type of student Ms. Hughes will be. Truth be told, I’d like to hear her thoughts about me more than I’d care to admit. Did she find me intimidating? Good looking? Does she think I’ll be some stuck up film guy, or did she like what she saw?
I have a pretty good idea where Ellie’s friend was going before I choose that as my point of entry into the conversation. Luckily, I managed to start class on time, while gaining two new model students, I presume. The look on both women’s faces was priceless, once I’d introduced myself after I stood up from the seat behind them, shocking the hell out of them. The blush over Ellie’s face was even more compelling. Now, if only I could stop trying to imagine what the rest of her would look like flushed under my perusal.
Ellie Raine Hughes could be big trouble if I’m not careful.
Chapter 7
Ellie
W alking into our apartment, I slam the door a little harder than I’d meant to.
After two weeks of looking for a part-time job that pays enough, the rejection and lack of openings for a person with my current restrictions of school, an injury, and needing time for physio, is slowly taking its toll on not only my bank account but also on my confidence. You’d think in a university city, a job would be easy enough to find. Or maybe it would be if I didn’t have so many constraints. No way can I stand for hours behind a counter serving coffee; my knee would most likely give out after the first hour and be swollen to the point of pain. Finding a desk job or a simple telemarketing job where I could sit is proving to be a hell of a lot harder than I ever expected. The one telemarketing job that I was offered turned out to be a bust, once I factored in the travelling time and cost. The pay was too low to be worth the long bus trip to Newmarket. And If I’m going to try to get back my spot on the team like I’m determined to, regardless what the doctors said, I need to be a bit picky about the job I take.
I always like to sit back and observe the students as they make their way into class on the first day. I find it gives me a better sense of who’s who, provides me with good insight for the semester; it gives an outlook as to what type of class I might have on my hands. Is there a good balance of serious and non-serious students? Are they a loud crew? Is the room full of students that think this will be a bird credit? And so on. This morning, however, I noted none of that. Sitting behind Ellie and Courtney only proved to distract me from my ritual viewing as my eyes and ears didn’t make it past them. I was instead too caught up in them—in her .
As soon as I heard her honeyed voice make its way to my chair, my ears weren’t the only things that perked up to pay attention. As I sat back, I saw that Ellie’s smile was just as infectious as her laugh, and my senses zeroed in on her—and only her—during the time I was meant to be observing everyone coming in the lecture hall. Unfortunately, I honestly couldn’t tell you shit about the rest of the students, only her.
If she’s as smart as she is attractive, then she’ll definitely be somebody’s jackpot. From experience, though, it’s never the way. It’s rare that a person is ever actually blessed with the trifecta of wit, intelligence and beauty that Ellie’s “Mr. Vernon” reply indicated. I just might like holding her for detention. Either way, I’ll gladly accept the lovely view for the semester. I, myself, prefer brains with a more understated beauty. Not that it would matter if I were attracted to her anyway, teacher/student relations are a no-go.
However, listening to the two young women was quite entertaining. Entertaining to the point where I was almost late starting the class. Ms. Hughes seems to have a rebel streak, that whole “A for Asshole” joke piqued my curiosity. I’m very interested to see what type of student Ms. Hughes will be. Truth be told, I’d like to hear her thoughts about me more than I’d care to admit. Did she find me intimidating? Good looking? Does she think I’ll be some stuck up film guy, or did she like what she saw?
I have a pretty good idea where Ellie’s friend was going before I choose that as my point of entry into the conversation. Luckily, I managed to start class on time, while gaining two new model students, I presume. The look on both women’s faces was priceless, once I’d introduced myself after I stood up from the seat behind them, shocking the hell out of them. The blush over Ellie’s face was even more compelling. Now, if only I could stop trying to imagine what the rest of her would look like flushed under my perusal.
Ellie Raine Hughes could be big trouble if I’m not careful.
Chapter 7
Ellie
W alking into our apartment, I slam the door a little harder than I’d meant to.
After two weeks of looking for a part-time job that pays enough, the rejection and lack of openings for a person with my current restrictions of school, an injury, and needing time for physio, is slowly taking its toll on not only my bank account but also on my confidence. You’d think in a university city, a job would be easy enough to find. Or maybe it would be if I didn’t have so many constraints. No way can I stand for hours behind a counter serving coffee; my knee would most likely give out after the first hour and be swollen to the point of pain. Finding a desk job or a simple telemarketing job where I could sit is proving to be a hell of a lot harder than I ever expected. The one telemarketing job that I was offered turned out to be a bust, once I factored in the travelling time and cost. The pay was too low to be worth the long bus trip to Newmarket. And If I’m going to try to get back my spot on the team like I’m determined to, regardless what the doctors said, I need to be a bit picky about the job I take.