3- Revised

The second day I was attempting to not put in as much effort into my outfit but failed. I pulled on some skinny jeans and a gold flowy shirt that hung off my shoulders. It was cute and my hair was French braided, courtesy of my roommate. Let's be honest, not many people want to worry about getting ready and looking presentable in the mornings! But when your first class on Tuesday is at ten... you can't really fake being "not awake" enough like the early morning classes. I had yet another business course today and also a sociology one later on. It would be a short day thank God!

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a bunch of whom I assumed to be "frat guys" running with a football on the grass. Some of them were good looking I admit, but they all screamed lust on their faces. Rolling my eyes, I continued walking into the building, this is why I dated older guys.

A thought occurred to me, how old was Mr. Blaze?

'Really Dash, you're starting this again?' My mind chastised me as I sat down and began to prepare for my class. Yes I was because he was freaking hot! Obviously I wasn't the only one thinking this with how all the females were looking at him in class. I readjusted the sandals that I had worn yesterday and crossed my legs. Hopefully this class was easy.

The professor talked briefly about his life and the same mantra really that my other business professor had said. Maybe they all create the same speech ahead of time in a meeting. The thought of older professors sitting around a table and figuring out how to keep our attention made me giggle.

Professor Schiller shot me a look before continuing on his rant about respect and whatnot. I didn't think I had been disrespectful, my mind was just wandering...

Everyone stood up and packed their things as I sighed with relief and made my way over to the sociology building. A shiver ran through me as I passed by the hallway that the history classes were down. I really shouldn't be thinking like this! Rubbing my temple, I walked into my next class and stopped when Mr. Blaze was standing at the teacher's desk.

What the hell? Was I in the wrong class? Surely I hadn't coincidentally made my way over to his classroom...

Sensing someone had entered, Mr. Blaze looked up and smiled brightly. "Hello Dasha."

"Professor Blaze," I acknowledged. 'He called me Dasha!'

"Don't worry, you're in the right class, I'm just filling in for your professor while she runs copies for her next class. Just so no one thinks there isn't going to be class if she wasn't present."

"Ah," I replied and made my way over to the second row of seats. It seemed weird that we were the only two in the room but then again, not many freshman arrived early.

"How did your first day go yesterday?" He asked breaking the silence.

"Good," I looked at him and felt a blush creep onto my face before looking back down. "How was yours?"

"It was... pleasant. My dog was happy to see me come home," he chuckled to himself.

"You seem pretty young to be a professor," I blurted out and was about to apologize as some students started to file in.

Mr. Blaze gave me a reassuring smile as a woman who looked to be my professor arrived and thanked Mr. Blaze.

"Welcome class! My name is Professor T, trust me, you don't want to have to learn how to pronounce my last name. Can barely stand it myself," she smiled and started passing out papers to the rows. I knew immediately I was going to like her, she was giving me Trewlaney vibes from Harry Potter with how her hair was arranged and the wide brimmed glasses she had on.

I watched him slide out as the class filled up and my thoughts had to be interrupted. I know it was usual for me to daydream about a guy I think is attractive and all, but this whole finding a Professor attractive wasn't helping me.

"So you want to go to a party tonight?" Rose asked me as I walked in.

"Sure, where at?"

"One of the fraternities is throwing it. I guess to help encourage guys to join them later on," she shrugged. "Plus some of the sororities were going to be there too, recruitment stuff is next week I believe."

Sounded like a good idea, I just hoped nothing too serious would happen. You never knew what would go down at a frat party... especially with all of the clubs.

The music was blaring excessively as we made our way over to the house. We had both changed into high-waisted crocheted shorts. I had on a long sleeve navy high-low top while Rose was wearing another crop top of hers, minus any band logos this time.

"Want something to drink?" She shouted over the music.

"Sprite!" I called back as she made her way through the grinding bodies that were on the floor and towards the cooler.

I leaned back against a wall that was partially shielding some of the volume so it wasn't as loud. Just trying to take everything in was almost overwhelming. There were couples making out, or grinding or... you can fill in the blanks. Guys were throwing a football around outside and some girls were having what looked like a limbo contest in the living room. And they told me this was just in the movies...

"Here you go," Rose handed me a can as she sipped on a coke zero.

"Thanks," I said and figured she hadn't heard me.

Don't get me wrong the party seemed great and all, but I didn't know that many people and it just wasn't my type of crowd. I lost sight of Rose at some point and just settled for leaning against the counter and occasionally bobbing my head to the beat. She had gone to the very back where the sororities were actually discussing things about their clubs and handing out free items. Figuring I wasn't going to be able to hear a word of what they said, I would check out their booths in the coming week.

"Hey," a guy came up to me as I tried to hold my breath. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.

"Hi," I murmured and started to turn.

"Hey," he grabbed my arm this time as I turned and glared back.

"Hey yourself, let go," I pulled my arm from his loose grip as he just gaped. His dropped jaw seemed to be questioning why I didn't want to have sex.

It was time for me to find Rose and leave I decided as I made my way around the bottom floor and saw she wasn't there. That wasn't good... I knew for a fact that none of the clubs were on the second floor.

Walking up some of the steps, I kicked away some coke and beer bottles as I heard someone throwing up in the bathroom.

Please don't let that be her, I prayed as I knocked on the door.

"Yes?" I heard Rose's voice from the door.

"Rose, I think we need to go," I tried the door and saw it was unlocked.

She wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet before standing up and frowning, "why do you look normal?"

"Because I didn't try to get wasted with something a guy would hand me," I sighed and ignored her huff as I helped her down the stairs.

"It wasn't a guy, it was from one of the clubs. Plus, I didn't think it was going to be that strong."

"You're such a lightweight," I teased and made sure not to bump her shoulder. There was no need to make her fall onto the ground, especially while we were trying to navigate out of the house.

We got outside slowly and began walking towards our dorm. I noticed there weren't as many people out this late at night and worried that we had lost track of time. You hear about all those horror stories and I knew I wasn't in any situation to save myself and my drunken roommate. The frat houses weren't off campus, but they were on the "outskirts" so it was quite a bit of a walk back to the dorms.

"Dasha?" I heard someone say.

'You've got to be joking... is he stalking me? Does he do this to all of his other female students as well?'

Turning around I saw Mr. Blaze getting out from his car and coming towards us, "is she okay?"

"Yeah, just a frat party..." I murmured, almost too embarrassed to admit it myself. "Late night at the office?"

"I see, do you need help?" he looked at Rose who was leaning more heavily on my shoulder, ignoring my comment about staying here late.

"Maybe," I admitted as he helped me shuffle Rose towards our dorm. Thank God she was out of it enough to not say anything embarrassing for both of our sakes. I didn't need another encounter with my history Professor.

"I'll be right back," I pulled the covers over her as she rubbed her eyes wearily and frowned.

"You're going back outside?"

"Just for a moment," I promised her.

"Tell me the details then," she smirked and I rolled my eyes. So she was aware.

"Shut up, I'm just telling him thank you. But also thank you for playing dumb and not blabbing."

"Yeah, yeah," she waved me out the door and tuned her light off while I took the three flights of stairs back down in what seemed like thirty seconds.

I noticed he was smoking a cigarette a few feet away from the premise and walked over to stand a few feet away from the plume of smoke.

"Habit?" I asked him as he threw it down and stubbed it with his shoe.

"Yeah, you pick up a lot of bad habits here and there," he seemed to regard me for a moment, "are you hungry or anything?"

"Uh... not really. I'm fine if you're concerned that I'll end up like her. Thank you by the way. You didn't have to stop to help."

He smirked, "I'm not worried about that Miss Watkins, you seem pretty responsible."

"Why the formalities all of a sudden?" I blurted out again and wanted to kick myself. If I was drunk this would have been a million times worse, but even sober I clearly had no filter when it came to him.

He frowned slightly, "I don't know. Just seems impolite for me to call women by their first name after just meeting them."

"By women you mean your students," I said as it came out as a sigh.

"Yes," he stuffed his hands in his leather jacket pockets and regarded me again with that look. "Well I'll work on calling you Dasha instead if that's something you prefer your teachers calling you. Just promise me one thing."

"Any... what would you like me to promise you?" I tried to cover up how eager I had been. This was by far the longest conversation we had had outside of class since yesterday.

"Stay out of trouble, and by trouble I mean the frat boys. You're too good for them. Goodnight Dasha." With that he turned away and headed back towards his car without another word.

I remained against the wall, mulling over his words, if he thought I was too good for college boys. Then who was I good for? In my head I already knew the answer but there was no way in hell I was admitting that to myself. We were two days into college and I had the attention of my Professor, I was sure of it.

**Thoughts?**