The first year of college, first semester, first week and first day of class is not ment to be easy. But it definitely sucks when the first class of the day, at 8:30 am, thankfully, is with a hot professor. You'd usually expect English professors to be old men or even german, who just so happens to hate their life and throw crap at students and make their college life hell. What you'd never expect is for them to be a master's student giving class and taking classes. It really doesn't sound fair. A 24 year-old giving intermediate english class to a bunch of 17 and 18 year-olds? No man, that's an unfair game. Worse of all is Covid going on and masks in place. You imagine someones face and smile and sometimes what you imagine can't possibly compare to what it really looks like.
Its hard to believe, but it gets worse, he has an incredible sense of humor and the cutest laugh EVER. Maybe he's on the skinny and short side. But his personality definitely makes up for it.
And Hannah Montalvo has no idea how she's going to survive 50 minutes of constant tachycardia in that hot classroom.
It's a crush, a quick one that should die soon. Hannah thought quickly as she regreted sitting at the front. Still, she could escape the classroom faster than at the back. Her heart was beating quickly and sweat poured down her temples. He was currently presenting himself; Allen Castilla. Didn't help when Allen is Celtic for handsome. Oh his vein-y arms. A nurse would go crazy. Allen, being the funny guy he is, suggests they should call him professor, even if hes only 6 years our senior, just so we'd get used to it and not accidentally call our other professors, teachers; least we offend their massive ego. Yeah, like its not kinky to call your 24 year-old professor, "sir". It should be a crime to be so charismatic and charming without trying, of course Hannah's heart is already stolen, so anything the professor does would cause her heart to somehow beat harder and raise her levels of anxiety.
A few jokes later and he's forcing us to introduce ourselves, name, year, and our mayor; then they answer a question after saying any random number. Some questions where stupid, like: "If you could only eat one food, what would it be?" Obviously most people said pizza. Then there was: "Favorite song." Again, most people couldn't and simply said their favorite band. Then "What country would you like to visit?" You could guess the rest of the questions and answers. Hannah embarrassingly said she'd like to visit England. Tis was a lie, but she was playing it safe.
Then the juicy part came and the students got to ask the professor some questions. Some normal questions came like favorite shows and video games. But Hannah decided to ask something she'd regret yet not regret later.
"What is your favorite band?" Hannah asked with a shy smile behind her face mask.
Allen turned to her and smiled, pointing yet not as he thought about it. "I mean my girlfriend listens to Twenty One Pilots so I listen to it too." He answers and Hannah's heart falters. His girlfriend, she thinks. She didn't ask if he had a partner. She asked his music tastes! Not his girlfriends! Too bad they share tastes, why must he make it clear he was taken. Hannah didn't care, but now that she knew she was inexplicably pissed off yet still suffering from a crush-near-me attack.
As class neared its end. Hannah couldn't wait to leave the damn classroom to see if she'd ever calm down. She didn't make friends today. But, it was the first day of class afterall, everyone was shy. And Hannah was determined to not be the first to talk, she would patiently wait for anyone to get close and want to be her friend. She'd be content with just one single friend for the rest of her stay at college.
Hopefully they won't replace her too soon...