Yeah yeah it's been very long but I really was busy fighting the aliens and protecting our earth so forgive me. I don't even know if anyone's still reading this or not but anyway..

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Her POV

Day 1

I halted my scribbling and glanced up at the board where the professor droned on about yet another word problem. Nodding in understanding, I mentally checked my work against his solutions, silently patting myself on the back for mastering Mathematics. A grade in Mathematics - checked. With a self-satisfied smile, I glanced at the fellow student who had the audacity to snooze on the first bench. "How can people not revel in Mathematics?" I mused silently, before deciding to ignore his slumber. Instead, I turned to assist my friend, who wore a perpetually confused expression. "Okay, she definitely doesn't enjoy maths," I thought with a smile as I helped her grasp the formulas. However, an unsettling feeling crept over me as I sensed someone's eyes boring into me. I glanced around, but the professor was engrossed in explaining the problem to the rest of the class. Shaking my head to dispel the distraction, I refocused on my next problem, but the sensation of being watched lingered.

Day 2

Leaning back in my chair, I watched with mild amusement as the same individual who had dozed off yesterday now faced the wrath of the professor. He wasn't just lazy; he was also fashionably late, arriving a good half-hour past the bell. It was only the second day of college, and he was already courting trouble. I couldn't fathom how he could smile in the face of potential judgment from the entire class. Why was he looking at me? And why did I suddenly feel a surge of heat rising to my cheeks? Desperately trying to avert my gaze, I buried myself in my book, hoping to quell the unsettling sensation that he was driving me mad.

Day 3

My eyes widened as I surveyed the scene: a throng of students, voices raised in commotion. Frowning, I strained to peer over the crowd, attempting to discern the cause of the disturbance. "Dammit, why am I so short?" I muttered under my breath, hopping to catch a glimpse. As someone announced the professor's arrival, the crowd dispersed, voices hushing to a murmur. However, my mind was in turmoil. I narrowed my eyes as I spotted him, engaged in a heated confrontation with another classmate, both breathing heavily, fists clenched. Were they fighting? Before I could dwell further, my gaze locked onto him. Why couldn't I tear my eyes away from his disheveled appearance? Perhaps it was his tousled hair, or maybe the blood trickling from his lip. But what struck me most was the unexpected softness in his gaze when our eyes met. Frowning at his unkempt state, I noted the blood with relief, grateful that he seemed unharmed. Not that I cared, of course.

Day 4

I hurried to class, jogging to make up for lost time. Curse that guy; why couldn't he stay out of my thoughts? Why did he infiltrate every corner of my mind? Pushing open the door, I heaved a sigh of relief at the professor's absence. Thank the heavens. Dropping my bag, I slumped into my seat, resting my head on the desk in a bid to gather my scattered thoughts. "Okay, no more distractions. Focus on your notes, and forget about him," I chided myself silently. Yet, despite my resolve, my gaze involuntarily darted to his empty seat. Was he not coming today? Had he been injured in yesterday's fight?

His POV

Day 1

Mathematics was dull, a tedious exercise in futility. Who in their right mind found integration remotely interesting? Certainly not me. As the professor droned on, I couldn't stave off the overwhelming urge to succumb to sleep. Glancing up, I confirmed the professor's preoccupation with explaining formulas, prompting me to roll my eyes and settle into a more comfortable position. Then, I saw her. Was she in my class too? She was cute. Unable to tear my gaze away, I found myself captivated by her every move. And so, the lecture passed, with her diligently engrossed in her work, and me, equally absorbed in her.

Day 2

A smirk played on my lips as I sauntered to the front of the class, leaning casually against the wall. Her eyes met mine, amidst the sea of gazes directed my way. She stood out, her confusion evident, yet endearing. I grinned at her, relishing the brief exchange, even as she shook her head and averted her gaze. I focused on her and the professor, lest she think me a creep. It was a small price to pay for her attention, I thought, knowing that enduring punishment was worth the chance to connect with her.

Day 3

The metallic tang of blood filled my senses as it pooled in my mouth. Spitting it out, I glared at the boy before me, his nose now bloodied and broken. No one had the right to dishonour her name. When I overheard him spreading gossip about her, insinuating unsavory deeds for good grades, I saw red. He wouldn't leave unscathed. As my rage subsided, I noticed her frightened gaze, her eyes flitting over me before settling on my face. The horror reflected in her eyes cut me deep, leaving me to rue my actions. Now she probably thought I was nothing more than a brute. Yet, her gaze lingered, and for a fleeting moment, I dared to hope.

Day 4

I chose the last bench, seeking solace in its obscurity, away from her frightened gaze. She must surely fear me after yesterday's altercation. I winced, a smile tugging at my lips as I watched her hurried entrance, her punctuality a testament to her dedication. My smile faltered as I recalled the punch that had cut my lip, a bitter reminder of my folly. Yet, when I saw her glance around the classroom and then turn back, our eyes locking, I couldn't suppress the warmth that flooded through me. I smiled at her and she smiled back.