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"So you're saying what? You want to drop the class because you think you're going to jump your teacher?" Hannah raised an eyebrow at me from across the table. Currently we were seated in the school cafeteria while I told her about the situation I was in.

I rolled my eyes, "That's not the only reason, Hannah. I suck at drawing anyway. What do you think I'm going to be able to accomplish with a man that looks like that in the room?" I traced my finger over the lid on my drink, trying to avoid eye contact with my friend. I knew she was giving me one of those 'Are You Kidding Me' looks that she's oh-so-famous for.

"Blair, you need this class for your degree. Without it, you're going to be stuck in the band pit during all the football games. Do you really want to spend your senior year of college like that?" She had a point, but I knew this was something I had to do.

I shifted around in my chair, pulling my bangs out of my face, "I can handle that...I think. It would just be a few months. Plus I might even enjoy it. It's not like I'm dating anyone, so what would I be missing out on exactly? Friday nights sitting in my room playing scrabble while listening to Angela talk to her boyfriend on the phone all night long? I can do without that, thank you."

She sighed over dramatically, "Whatever. Just maybe try and go talk to him before you do it? Maybe you'll find out he's married or gay. If he is you can stop drooling over him and keep the class."

"Yeah, like that would make him any less hot. I guess I could try talking to him though. I wouldn't know what to say exactly, but I could attempt," I said, chewing on my bottom lip.

Hannah nodded her head, "At least try it. If you end up jumping him you could end up not having to work and still getting an A," she giggled at her own joke, "Or at least not having to 'work' in the sense of drawing."

I glared at her but couldn't help but laugh under my breath, "You're a crude, crude woman." I snorted at her words before standing up, "I guess I need to go do this now. If I don't I'll end up chickening out. Wish me luck." I picked up my purse waiting on Hannah to follow along. "You're coming with me, right?"

She shook her head, "No, I'm not done eating. Actually the reason I'm not going is you need to do this on your own, plus I've got class in fifteen minutes and I don't want to get held up watching you make out with your teacher."

"I'm not going to make out with him. Even if I wanted to he's probably got a class right now," I said, turning to talk off, "See you later, bitch." Hannah flipped me off playfully before turning her attention back to her food.

I walked out of the cafeteria into the warm afternoon air headed for the art building. My stomach was twisting in circles as I drew nearer. I knew this wasn't the best idea. What good could come of this, really? I just hoped I didn't end up saying something completely stupid, or stand there unable to speak. This was not a good idea. Despite the voice in my head begging me to turn around, I kept moving, feeling as if I were being pulled forward.

I stood in front of this classroom door breathing heavily as I tried to figure out what I was going to say to him. Would he be mad that I was interrupting his class? Would he think I was weird for not waiting until next session to talk to him? Would he tell me to leave and that we could discuss this later?

I knocked on the door without thinking. Once I realized what I had done, I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. I opened the door slowly, quietly, as to avoid as many odd looks as humanly possible. I was shocked to see the classroom was empty; Even Gerard was no where to be seen. I noticed the supply room door was open, "Professor...Gerard?" I called out, still feeling odd about calling one of my professors by their first name. When I was met with silence I took one step forward, thinking maybe he hadn't heard me.

My curiosity got the best of me and I soon found myself standing in the supply room, letting my eyes scan all the random objects that filled the area. I jumped when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, breaking me out of the trance I was in. I turned around and blushed when I found myself face-to-face with Gerard, a smirk plastered on his handsome face, "Can I help you?" He asked, his hand still on my shoulder.

I could feel his breath on my neck, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. I blinked as I stared at him, "I...um, wanted to talk to you about something," I said. I backed up and his hand fell from my shoulder to his side.

"What about?" He took a step closer when he noticed my reaction.

I backed into the wall, my eyes growing wider as he continued to advance on me. "I don't know if I should stay in this class," I told him, "I just...don't think I would do too well."

His face fell, but he stayed where he was at, "I think you will do just fine." He let his eyes fall to my lips, "I'm a good judge of character. I can look at someone and tell if they're...good." He smirked as the last word fell off his tongue. "Of course there's always room for improvement and I would be glad to help you out anyway I can." I couldn't believe he was coming on so strong. Not that it bothered me. I just wasn't expecting it in the least.

We both looked up shocked when we heard the door slam, "Oh shit. I didn't realize what time it is." I sighed, half in relief and half in irritation when I realized he had another class.
"I guess I should be going then," I smiled sweetly at him and turned to leave.

He grabbed my wrist and held me in place, "You're not going to drop my class are you? I could always arrange for some extra credit if you need it."

A warmth spread out all over my body at his voice, "I'll think about it."