2- Revised

My thoughts were still on Hayden as I made my way into my history class. There were only a few seats left as I arrived and for a minute I questioned whether I was late or not?

Checking my watch, I saw I still had about ten minutes left, so the question was... Why was everyone here early? 'Perhaps all of the history Professors were hot?'

I grabbed a desk that was in the very front and began writing down what was on the board.

"Good morning everyone," a familiar voice sounded by the door.

All the girls sighed as I looked up and gasped. No fucking way... that was my teacher! Hayden Blaze was my teacher!

I bent down and acted like I was grabbing something from my bag as he walked by. I didn't want him or anyone to see the blush that was forming on my face. I could just die right now... why did I think he was a jock? Jesus...

In my head I was wishing for the ground to swallow me up. I tore my gaze back towards him and saw he was already looking my way. His expression was mirroring mine, complete and utter shock.

"Okay, let me make sure everyone is here," he stammered and began calling the names off the list. It seemed as if he was hoping my name wouldn't appear on there... And I was kinda hoping the same.

"Dasha Watkins," he spoke gently and looked at me with an expression I had a hard time reading.

"Yep," I replied softly and realized this must be the teacher everyone was head over heels in love with! I mean who could blame them... but still this didn't help my predicament.

Then another thought struck me, he obviously had thought I was cute or else he wouldn't have talked to me at the vending machine... right? He had probably thought I was a teacher. Which explained the formalities...

Glancing up at him again, I noticed he was debating on whether it would be wise to start class or just still be in shock. I cheered silently in my head, seeing that a freshman had some kind of hold on this Godly man. Godly didn't even express how... sexy this guy was. It's like he was the sexiest being that ever walked the earth! No exaggeration.

"So here's the syllabus," he spoke and started passing out a stack of papers to each row.

When he reached mine, I grabbed the packets without looking at him and began passing them back towards the people behind me. I ended up passing back the one that was mine and realized we were one short, just my freaking luck.

"Um, Mr. Blaze?" I called as he was making his way back to his desk.

"Yes Dasha?"

I shivered inside at the way he said my name before remembering why I had called him "We're one packet short, Sir."

"Oh, sorry about that," he held out a packet as I stood up to grab it.

His hand briefly brushed mine and wouldn't you know like every other cliche moment in a book I felt like my hand was on fire after his touch. Obviously it was me just overreacting to this whole thing and being intimidated by this man... but again who could blame me?

So like in my other class we just touched over some brief things from the syllabus as I tried to keep my eyes on the paper and my mind from wandering. I wasn't very successful with either might I add. Glancing around, I noticed all the girls also had their eyes trained to the teacher. We were never going to get anything accomplished in this class if this continued.

"Also, there is my email in the corner if you ever have a question about the homework or tutoring times." He rubbed his hands together and glanced at the clock, "I guess I'll let you guys go, I don't have anything else to mention really. Have a good rest of your first day!"

I took my time getting up and figured I might need to apologize to him... for what I really wasn't sure, it's not like I had flirted with him or anything at the vending machine. It had simply been a brief interaction but clearly, or at least in my mind there had been some sort of interest on both parts.

After a few minutes the rest of the class filtered out and Mr. Blaze looked up towards me, "how can I help you Miss Watkins?"

I wanted to ask him to not call me that, but it was probably a formality issue. "I just wanted to... apologize for earlier."

He quirked his eyebrows, "I must say myself I was not expecting you to be a student. I just thought you were a teacher grabbing something from the machine."

"Unfortunately I'm not," I faked a smile and slung my bag over my shoulder. "Well it was nice to see you again Professor Blaze."

He didn't correct me as I made my way out and felt his eyes on my back. The thought should have made me shiver but I just brushed it off and decided I wouldn't mention anything to Rosemary. It was bad enough that she was going to be all over him, I didn't need her making a bigger deal out of this than I already was internally.

'The way you're talking about him makes it look like y'all are dating,' my mind chastised me. Which most definitely wasn't the case.

'Besides,' I started to tell myself, 'there's plenty of eligible bachelors here on campus. You just have to look for them.'

"So," Rose asked me as I took a seat next to her in math. Fortunately the last class for the day.

"So?"

"Don't you think he's dreamy?" She batted her eyelashes.

"What makes you think I had his class?" I teased.

"The look on your face says it all," she winked as I felt myself flush. Shit.

"I don't think there's very many women who resist his charm," Rose continued as I tried to think of a way to get her off this topic.

"Probably," I mused and thought about his eyes...

The slamming of a textbook brought all of us back to reality as we saw a petite and intimidating woman standing at the front. She began barking out orders of her expectations for this year and blah blah blah. It was a little difficult to drown her out though because of her higher pitched voice.

'Last class today, you got this,' I told myself repeatedly.

When we got back to our dorm room, I decided to check my email and make sure I hadn't missed anything from my Professors. Some of them had said they would email us an attachment regarding an assignment or whatever.

My inbox showed three emails as I logged on. One was from Coach about their fall sale that was starting soon and another one was from my grandparents who didn't like to text because it was too "complicated." Giggling I made a mental note to reply to that later and saw an email from my business teacher about the assignment.

While I downloaded the pdf, I imagined how many women were emailing Hayden just to "ensure" the email worked.

'And I just called him Hayden! Get it together' I told myself and opened up a browser to see what ethnicity's had bright green eyes with dark features. There couldn't be that many... Or maybe looking up his last name would help me... Blaze was obviously not common, but didn't scream any particular origin either. The man was ultimately a total mystery.

"Whatcha doing?" Rose called, looking up from her textbook.

"Checking my email," I lied though it was partially true and closed out of the Google browser. I would have to do my private research on my own time so no one got the wrong impression.