steps.
His green eyes combed his unfamiliar surroundings with a confident ease. Every young girl in the classroom moved bags, books, and anything else that may have been blocking the seats next to them, freeing up space for him as he moved down the steps.
Lila watched in irritated awe. The Almeida boys and their immediate effect on anything with a vagina never ceased to amaze her.
Chase paid no mind to the girls clamoring to make room for him, and his face swam with relief as he locked eyes with a student Lila knew as Ronnie. Chase took the empty seat next to Ronnie, and the two friends quietly acknowledged each other. The sure smile on Chase’s face wavered when he caught eyes with a blonde girl whose name Lila had yet to learn. Chase gave the blonde a cool wave, and she brushed him off like a bug, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a disgusted scoff before zeroing in a little too strongly on Lila.
Lila watched the exchange, pulled back to attention by the blonde girl’s unwavering gaze.
She cleared her throat. “I don’t tolerate late arrivals, Mr. Almeida.”
Chase’s eyes flew to hers, and his eyebrows rose. An amused smile threatened his lips.
Lila dared him to laugh. She would make him pay if he did.
He didn’t. “I apologize Professor. It’s been a year, and I still get lost in this place.”
“No excuses.”
His eyebrows rose, again.
“If it happens again, you’re not welcome in my classroom. Is that understood?”
The smile was back. “Wow, yeah.” Chase had the good sense to feign fear. “Understood Professor.”
Lila cut her eyes. “Thank you,” she said, letting her gaze linger just a bit longer before going back to her lecture.
--
“Do you mind telling me what the hell you think you’re doing here?”
Chase pretended to think on that question as he leaned one hip on Lila’s desk, letting his long leg swing back and forth. The class had long emptied out, leaving the two of them alone. Chase stayed behind to inquire about the death glare Lila had been shooting his way for the majority of her lecture that morning.
He held his arms out. “I’m just a poor young man trying to make it out alive at Harvard, but I’m not sure that justifies the tone you’re taking with me.”
“Poor young man? Coming from a guy with a multi-million dollar inheritance waiting for him upon graduation?”
“Alright, retract those claws. Maybe poor man wasn’t the best choice of words.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea that you be in my class.”
“I completely agree…” He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it, reading aloud, “…Professor Charles White, is it?” He turned the registration slip towards her, allowing her to read the words.
Lila groaned, snatching the slip. “Professor White was supposed to be teaching this course. He dropped out last minute. Looks like they haven’t gotten around to updating the system yet.”
“I have to say, I’m a little disappointed. I heard White gives easy A’s.”
“You’re not the only one. I can tell most of the students in this class were thinking the exact same thing.” Lila grumbled. “You know, I thought students at Harvard wanted to learn. I thought they wanted to be challenged.”
Chase weighed her words. “You thought wrong. Yeah. That’s definitely incorrect.”
Lila curled her lip.
“All due respect, Lila, I would never choose you as a professor. You might be number one on the Crimson Cuties, but you’re dead last on Rate My Professor. You’re too mean.”
“I’m mean?”
“Maybe not Lila the person, but Lila, the professor? Mean as shit. Tough as nails.”
Lila’s heart swelled. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Not sure I meant it as a compliment.”
“Taking it as one…” she sing-sanged.
“Fine,” he laughed. “So I guess we’re stuck with each other.”
Lila promptly stopped
His green eyes combed his unfamiliar surroundings with a confident ease. Every young girl in the classroom moved bags, books, and anything else that may have been blocking the seats next to them, freeing up space for him as he moved down the steps.
Lila watched in irritated awe. The Almeida boys and their immediate effect on anything with a vagina never ceased to amaze her.
Chase paid no mind to the girls clamoring to make room for him, and his face swam with relief as he locked eyes with a student Lila knew as Ronnie. Chase took the empty seat next to Ronnie, and the two friends quietly acknowledged each other. The sure smile on Chase’s face wavered when he caught eyes with a blonde girl whose name Lila had yet to learn. Chase gave the blonde a cool wave, and she brushed him off like a bug, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a disgusted scoff before zeroing in a little too strongly on Lila.
Lila watched the exchange, pulled back to attention by the blonde girl’s unwavering gaze.
She cleared her throat. “I don’t tolerate late arrivals, Mr. Almeida.”
Chase’s eyes flew to hers, and his eyebrows rose. An amused smile threatened his lips.
Lila dared him to laugh. She would make him pay if he did.
He didn’t. “I apologize Professor. It’s been a year, and I still get lost in this place.”
“No excuses.”
His eyebrows rose, again.
“If it happens again, you’re not welcome in my classroom. Is that understood?”
The smile was back. “Wow, yeah.” Chase had the good sense to feign fear. “Understood Professor.”
Lila cut her eyes. “Thank you,” she said, letting her gaze linger just a bit longer before going back to her lecture.
--
“Do you mind telling me what the hell you think you’re doing here?”
Chase pretended to think on that question as he leaned one hip on Lila’s desk, letting his long leg swing back and forth. The class had long emptied out, leaving the two of them alone. Chase stayed behind to inquire about the death glare Lila had been shooting his way for the majority of her lecture that morning.
He held his arms out. “I’m just a poor young man trying to make it out alive at Harvard, but I’m not sure that justifies the tone you’re taking with me.”
“Poor young man? Coming from a guy with a multi-million dollar inheritance waiting for him upon graduation?”
“Alright, retract those claws. Maybe poor man wasn’t the best choice of words.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea that you be in my class.”
“I completely agree…” He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it, reading aloud, “…Professor Charles White, is it?” He turned the registration slip towards her, allowing her to read the words.
Lila groaned, snatching the slip. “Professor White was supposed to be teaching this course. He dropped out last minute. Looks like they haven’t gotten around to updating the system yet.”
“I have to say, I’m a little disappointed. I heard White gives easy A’s.”
“You’re not the only one. I can tell most of the students in this class were thinking the exact same thing.” Lila grumbled. “You know, I thought students at Harvard wanted to learn. I thought they wanted to be challenged.”
Chase weighed her words. “You thought wrong. Yeah. That’s definitely incorrect.”
Lila curled her lip.
“All due respect, Lila, I would never choose you as a professor. You might be number one on the Crimson Cuties, but you’re dead last on Rate My Professor. You’re too mean.”
“I’m mean?”
“Maybe not Lila the person, but Lila, the professor? Mean as shit. Tough as nails.”
Lila’s heart swelled. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Not sure I meant it as a compliment.”
“Taking it as one…” she sing-sanged.
“Fine,” he laughed. “So I guess we’re stuck with each other.”
Lila promptly stopped
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