She wore long black dress pants that surprisingly looked great on her ass. Usually, when girls wore stuff like that, it hideverything, but with the size of her hips and ass, there was nothing she could hide. She wore a soft pink blouse, complementing her glasses and cream-colored heels. Make no mistake. She looked damn good, professional, and yet sexy all the same. But this was college. It wasn't necessary to dress so professionally when most people were walking around with sweats oreven their pajamas. Or maybe she was some fashion major, and that's why she was dressed that way. But then again, Noah had dated a few girls with that major, and usually, their clothes were all fashion statements, which meant everything they wore was over the top.
She could be a freshman. They usually wore their best clothes until they realized no one cared what they wore. But from the vibe she gave off, she wasn't that either. She walked and carried herself with a confidence that freshmen usually didn't have.
When she reached the door to the third floor, she finally looked at him, an exasperated expression on her face. "I didn't ask for your help, by the way."
Noah realized that with this girl shock would be a constant feeling in her presence. He chuckled as he followed her through the double doors of the third floor where his class would be. If anyone else told him that, he would have been annoyed at their lack of gratefulness, but right now, he didn't mind the slight attitude she gave him. It was cute and made him want to get to know her more.
“If I didn’t help you, you would still be stuck down there picking up trampled, ripped paper. Wouldn’t you say I did you a favor?”
“And I already thanked you for your kindness, but since I did not ask for your help, I owe you nothing.”
“Not even a number?”
It was the right thing to ask because it finally got him her attention as she really looked at him this time, not in a manner of exasperation or as if she were speaking to an annoying fly she wanted to swat, but really looked at him as if it were her first time seeing him.
“A number?” she repeated.
Her eyebrows rose to the tip of her hairline as she faltered in her steps, multitasking between looking at him with disbelief and frowning, so much so, that she nearly bumped into someone else walking past them. Noah grabbed her arm, pulling her forward to him so she wouldn't hit the guy behind her. Like a snake, she recoiled instantly, removing her arm from his hold. Her mouth opened, and Noah prepared himself for the venom she would spit at him until she noticed the guy she nearly bumped. Her anger died just as quick as it was lit.
"Thank you," she said meekly, with a hint of reluctance as if it were killing her, and Noah bit down his laugh, having a feeling she wouldn't appreciate it. She gave him a curt nod before she continued down the hall again.
The sound of her heels against the marble floor beneath them created a melody, and Noah followed her symphony, hooked on every note. His eyes roved over her body, appreciating her shape with a desire to curl himself behind her. But something told him that unlike the other girls he hooked up with before, it wouldn't be easy to get in bed with her. Hell, it was barely easy to talk to her when it was clear that she had her guard up, ready to lash out at any second.
Noah couldn't tell if she was one of those girls who liked to play hard to get, or if she simply wasn't interested. Noah wouldn't consider himself arrogant, though some of his teammates would disagree. He could admit that his ego was bigger compared to most, but then again, when you were born with good looks and athleticism, it was hard not to be, especially when most of the girls on campus wanted a piece of you.
He was used to girls throwing themselves at him and had been since he was a young boy in elementary school with a desk full of loves notes asking him if he wanted to be someone's boyfriend. It was the perks he had for being over six-feet tall with an athletic, muscular build that even Dwayne Johnson would be proud of.
But either she wasn't taking the bait easily, or she just simply didn't want him. Noah wanted to find the answer because if it was the former, he would continue to pursue, but if it was the latter, he would respect her wishes. Harassing girls had never been his thing and never would be.
"Yes, a number," Noah said. "Maybe even a name would be nice."
She tossed him an unimpressed look.
“Hey Walker, you’re taking us to the finals this year, right?” A guy walking past him asked.
"Yeah, you know it," Noah said, bumping the guy's fist in passing as he continued to watch the girl in front of him who had captured his interest. When she stopped in front of Room 316, the same room his class would be taking place in, Noah grinned. That was good. She didn't like him now, but if they spent time together, he could get her to like him. Though he was used to girls throwing themselves at him, he didn't mind the chase at all. This would be fun.
The girl grabbed the door handle, ready to step inside before she paused and looked back at him curiously, leaving Noah left to wonder what he had done to capture her interest. Whatever it was, he was glad it happened. Maybe she was surprised that they were both taking the same course too.
“I’ve never seen you in this class before,” she said.
“Yeah, you probably haven’t since this is my first time coming.”
“First time,” she said, her cute nose wrinkling with confusion. “Did you suddenly pick up this course?”
“Nah, I’ve been enrolled in this class since the beginning,” he said, and further explained himself when he realized she wanted an explanation. “You know how this class was originally supposed to be taught by Dobbleman, right?”
She nodded.
“Well, everyone told me this course would be easy, and that I wouldn’t have to attend to pass it. The guy didn’t even take attendance. He was just passing out As for free. But since I didn’t come that first week, I didn’t know he had passed and that someone else took over the course. Some professor name Ryan—”
“Bryant,” the girl corrected, and Noah nodded, suddenly remembering the name he saw on his schedule.
“Yeah, that’s the name. My friend Dale told me about how hard she is, and that she definitely wasn’t Dobbleman, and that if I didn’t come, I would fail. It sucks too because I picked this class because I thought it was going to be easy and take some of the pressure off on my course load, but now we’re being saddled with some hard-ass who is probably making this class more harder than it has to be. I hate those types of professors.”
“A hard-ass, huh?” she repeated with a smile. He guessed this professor had already been rubbing people the wrong way if she agreed with him. It made sense. From the way Dale had spoken about her, she sounded like a nightmare, and with the drop period over, he wouldn't be able to drop the course like he wanted to.
“Yeah, you know, like one of those professors who take their job too seriously.” Noah sighed, just thinking about how annoying this course was going to be from what Dale had told him. "I thought I lucked out, and I was going to have an easy course to pass without me even being here. But, some things just don't work out. When I see Professor Bryant, I'm just going to have to lay on the charm, so she can give me a pass on the weeks I missed."
