I waited for all my classmates to leave the History class before approaching Prof. Samuel's table.

Professor Samuel still had his glasses on and was filling out a small form. When he finished, he handed it to me and took off his glasses. (Wow, Prof. Padalecki looks so hot, seriously!)

I glanced at the paper.

Detention Form.

"The room number and time are written there. Don't be late, or you'll get another violation," he said, looking up at me.

I just nodded, feeling a bit out of sorts. My clean record at this university is about to be tainted.

I glanced at Prof. Samuel. It seemed like he was reluctant to give me this. (Oh my, if I know, he's starting to fall for me! Haha!)

"I hate to do this, but I have to. I've let your lateness slide multiple times in my class. I understand you have your reasons, but I have to follow the university's protocol," he explained.

I just nodded along, looking down at the floor near his table.

"Orion," he called out to me. I looked at him, pouting like a sulking child.

My eyes widened even more, and I frowned. Suddenly, Prof. Samuel burst into laughter. I looked at him and saw that his face is turning red. Oh, goodness. He's so handsome. His smile is just perfect!

I couldn't help but smile back.

"That's okay, Miss Blanchard. Just do your best not to commit the same mistake again," he advised, returning to his formal demeanor.

I nodded. "Yes, Sir." I smiled a little.

"You may go," he motioned towards the door.

"Bye, Sir," I said as I walked out of 407A.

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I walked slowly towards my next class, HOPE. I don't even feel like going. Just the act of walking feels heavy now. And then I have PE? Of all days, today's class isn't a discussion; it's all physical activities. Oh, well. Let's just go to Gym A.

I headed straight for the lockers when I arrived at Gym A. I absentmindedly changed into my PE uniform. Some of my kind classmates in PE greeted me (they're early not because they're excited to study, but probably just to catch a glimpse of our handsome hunky professor, Sir Ross Ackles), but I didn't pay much attention to them. I just smiled.

I left the locker room before them. They're still busy primping (for Sir Ackles). I walked straight to a bench.

"And what're ya thinkin' of?" I heard his very strong and delightful voice. I looked up into his wide, beautiful emerald eyes. Who else but our handsome HOPE professor, Sir Ross Ackles.

I just shook my head but smiled a little. Of course, who wouldn't smile at such a handsome face, right?

"I'm sure that's not me. 'Cause if that were me, you'd be smiling," he smirked. He's a bit of a flirt with the girls. I chuckled a bit. He's a bit cheeky but kind. He's one of my most beloved and kind professors.

"So, what's up? Aren't you gonna tell me what makes that little face of yours crumple?" he sat beside me on the bench.

I pulled out the form given by Sir Padalecki and handed it to Sir Ackles.

"Ohh... Detention," he said softly, showing sympathy.

"Lemme guess. Late again to Sammy's class?" yeah, he calls Sir Samuel "Sammy." They're best friends, after all.

I nodded.

My very kind professor burst into laughter.

Well, his sympathy didn't last long.

I frowned even more.

"Hey, sweetie! Don't give me that face... I'm just trying to cheer ya up," he said gently, rubbing my shoulder.

"It's not helping," I exhaled. "Gosh, Sir. This is the first time I've gotten this in my entire time at this school..." there, I feel like crying now. Darn it, Oreo! You're so emotional!

I was surprised when Sir Ackles suddenly hugged me and pulled me closer. "Aww, c'mon! Don't be sad! Worried about your record? That's just a piece of paper!" he chuckled. (Sexy! Hey Oreo, stop flirting!) "When I was in high school and college, my record was full of red remarks!" he laughed loudly. Geez, Sir, he's so proud of all those violations he had back then.

"Wow, Sir. You're really proud," I sarcastically said but teasingly.

"Of course! I used to be known as 'Ross-badass-Ackles'!" he said his title with so much feeling.

I can't help but laugh at him.

To make the long story of his 'glorious days' short, records don't matter much when you're on the busy streets of building your career.

"So, cheer up! That's just an hour of boring sitting and writing bullsh*ts, and then it's done!" he smiled. He held my chin and brought me closer to him. "C'mon, Sweetie! Show me a smile,"

I smiled. A genuine smile.

"That's it. Now, I have to go back to being professional," he stood up from the bench and tapped my shoulder. "You follow soon. Our class is about to start," he turned his back to leave, "but before that," he spun on his heel and looked back at me... and blew a flying kiss with a wink.

Oh, my heart, it skipped a beat! Haha, that man is so shameless. He's so good at making me blush!

I laughed. "You're such a flirt, Sir! Nuff of this! Your fangirls will get jealous!"

He laughed and left.

I just smiled as he left. Our conversation helped lighten my mood. Gosh, he really feels like an older brother to me. I don't know, but I have a crush on Sir Ackles (because he's really handsome. And sexy!). And sometimes, I get the butterflies, but our closeness is different. I also feel comfortable around him. Would you believe that I'm the only student he treats like this? Oh, well. He flirts with others, but not as much. Maybe he knows I'm different. Like, I won't fall for any of his flirty acts. Maybe he also senses that I see him more as an older brother (most of the time. Sometimes, though, he's really...)

But still, I have detention.

Oh, well. Whatever.

I quickly changed right after our class with Sir Ackles. It's surprising how it's like my energy bar got refilled, but I was totally drained from all the activities earlier.

Since there were so many people around Sir Ackles, I didn't approach him again. But before I left Gym A, he winked at me and smiled. Oha? Oha? Go ahead and be jealous, please.

I pulled out the form from my pocket. I'm only reading it now.

Detention Form -

Inclined to: Mary Orion Blanchard

Date: 22 AUG

Violation: Tardiness/Late

Subject: World History

Professor: Samuel Padalecki

The student who committed the stated violation must attend detention on -22 AUG- at exactly -4:00 PM-, -RM 423B CEd- to undergo disciplinary measures.

Oh my gosh. For real. Detention is really happening. Ugh, so annoying. The feeling that you're about to go home, and then bam, detention. The worst! I know it's going to be 3 hours too. So much fun. :<

The whole day passed, and I was still feeling down. I barely talked to anyone today. Even my friends, I didn't really interact with them. There's only a few of them I'd actually call real friends. Anyway. I tried focusing on the past lessons.

It's already 2:45 PM. I need to head to my next class, English Literacy, at room 212A in the College of Education.

I entered right away. I was probably early because no one was there yet. I just bowed my head and sat at the desk. I figured I might as well rest my brain for a bit. I was so stressed out because of my detention.

Mmm... I must've dozed off. Wait, what time is it...? Why does it still feel like no one's here...?

"Rise and shine, Love."

I quickly straightened up. It was Professor Crowley Sheppard, my prof for EL! He was sitting at his desk, but I was seated at the front.

"S-Sorry, Sir..." I wiped my cheek. I was a bit sweaty. This is so embarrassing.

He smiled at me. "It's okay, dear." He's really handsome for a guy in his mid-30s. His eyes are a mix of corn and emerald in color, his skin's pinkish on the cheeks, and his smile is chef's kiss. SPNU is full of such attractive professors.

I noticed no one else was there when I looked around the room.

"I cancelled today's class, dear. Since we finished some lessons ahead of schedule, I thought I should give you guys a break." He said with his oh-so-sexy British accent. I nodded.

"You were sleeping like a princess, so I didn't bother waking you up. Plus, you looked a little upset or stressed when I saw you earlier. You didn't even notice the announcement I wrote on the board," he chuckled lightly. That's when I noticed what was written on the board.

-No sessions today, ELWIX7 class.

~Mr. Sheppard.

Oh great. I didn't even notice. Such an airhead, Oreo. Totally zoned out. Ugh. I'm so embarrassed in front of Sir Crowley.

"I'm really sorry, Sir. And thank you for letting me sleep here," I said, feeling embarrassed but offering an awkward smile.

"It's fine, princess. I don't have any sessions left today, and it's too early to go home. So I decided to spend my free time just watching over you, Sleeping Beauty." He winked again. Seriously, all the good-looking professors here at SPNU have this weird talent for making you swoon.

"Thank you, Sir." I smiled. I looked at my wristwatch. Oh no, it's 3:38 PM already! My detention is at 4:00 PM!

I grabbed my stuff and stood up. "Sir, I have to go. Thank you so much for letting me stay here and for looking after me. I really have to go. Bye, Mr. Sheppard!"

"No problem, sweetheart. See you next session." His calm, natural voice followed me as I waved and rushed out of his classroom.

Thank goodness there was no class in EL. At least I got some rest. Mr. Sheppard is really kind. Also, thank goodness there was no class. If there was, my brain would've probably melted from all the reading.

So, here I am. I hurried to room 423B in the CEd building. It's in the other building, on the fourth floor! Given how short I am, I really had to rush to make it on time. I could've taken the elevator, but since it's rush hour, the elevator line was probably packed.

-RM 423B-

There was a paper posted on the door. It said in marker, "Detention 4:00 PM-6:00 PM."

I knocked a few times, then turned the knob. I peeked inside the ajar door. I saw a professor I'd never seen before, even though I've been here at SPNU for a while. I know almost all the professors here, but this one is new to me.

He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, black slacks, and black leather shoes. He was sitting at his desk, looking at something in his hands.

"Come in," he spoke without looking at me. His voice was manly, but sweet. It actually sounded like a romantic poet.

I stepped inside and pushed the door shut. I turned to look around the room. There were about four other students here, probably also serving detention. Thank goodness I wasn't alone.

"You must be," he read the paper in his hand, seemingly searching for my name, "Mary Orion Blanchard?" He asked, half-certain, waiting for me to confirm.

I nodded, nervous. It's my first time in detention.

He nodded too. He looked away from me and returned to the papers on his desk. "Take the seat in front," he motioned to the closest chair in front of his desk. I quickly obeyed.

I sat there, staring down. It was so quiet. The only sounds were a few shuffling noises and the pop of chewing gum. I couldn't take it anymore, so I looked around the room. I glanced at the other students.

One guy looked like a frat bro. Leather jacket, spiked hair, henna tattoos all over his arms, piercings, and that scowl on his face. Definitely not someone I'd ever date.

There was a girl too. She had that too much makeup look, a mini skirt, a body-hugging blouse, a curled ponytail, chewing gum, and acting flirty, playing with her hair and looking around. She was probably trying to impress the prof.

Then there were two others who looked like high school students. They were in uniform, both with messed-up hair and bruises, and one even had blood on his uniform. They probably fought.

We were scattered all around the large room. Of the five of us, I'm pretty sure I have the most minor violation. I also look like the most "decent" one here.

I turned my gaze back to the front, only to realize the professor was staring at me.

And that's when I noticed...

Nicely combed almond hair, pinkish white skin, a pointed nose, light-colored medium-length eyebrows, soft and full lips pressed together, and the most striking thing-his wide, ocean-blue eyes.

Oh my god, why is he so handsome?

Other professors at SPNU are attractive too, but this one... Wow. He could play an angel in a TV series. His eyes are so blue! His lips look soft but pink, and they're just... so kissable...

Wait, how have I never noticed this ridiculously handsome professor??

"Miss Blanchard,"

"Oh my god!"

I heard some of the other students laugh softly.

I swear, my face is turning bright red. It's so embarrassing! I was so stunned by his looks that I didn't even notice he was calling me! ><

I lowered my head, but I sneaked a quick glance at him. He was trying to suppress his laughter.

Of all days, detention and now I'm embarrassed too! Seriously, Oreo? You really have the worst luck today! Grrr.

I quickly lowered my head again. Please, ground, swallow me whole!!!

"Okay," he sighed. I heard his chair move, and I looked up just casually. He was now standing in front, grabbed a whiteboard marker, and started writing on the board.

He wrote his name: 'Professor Misha Novak.'

Misha? That sounds like a girl's name.

He turned back to us. "You're here because you violated the university rules, correct?" he asked again. His voice sounded so smooth, but he was so serious. Too serious.

"Yes, Sir." we all answered softly.

"Most of you aren't new to this, right?" he asked as he walked towards the side of the platform facing me.

Only they answered. Me? I'm a newbie here. I'm actually a good student.

He suddenly looked at me. "Except for you." Oh great, now I'm really panicking.

I just stared at him. I tried to remain calm so he wouldn't see how nervous I was. I really don't want to look dumb again.

"You were late three times. So, you need to attend three more detentions after this," he explained. Wait, what??

"Three more?? But... Why?" I frowned. Seriously, why not just one?

"Disciplinary measures." His answer was brief as he returned to his desk.

Ugh, seriously. This detention thing is such a hassle, and now there are more to come.

"First, reflect on your mistakes. Think about the wrong you've done and write it down on a piece of paper."

I heard the others grumbling. I didn't like it either, but what can I do? I don't want to add to my violation.

I finished my reflection pretty quickly. I submitted it right away. After that, Sir Misha made us do all sorts of activities related to recognizing mistakes. Seriously, if he wasn't so good-looking, I would've slapped him already! The question was basically just spinning in circles!

But honestly, I'm kind of enjoying this. It's not that stressful. It actually feels pretty relaxing to just write down my thoughts about all of this. And I'm happy being quiet for once. I'm always so loud, so at least now, I just need my brain and hands to do the work.

Some of the others are still writing the last activity. The one about feelings on going to detention.

Oh, my gosh! Sir's reading my work!!! 😳 ><

Ugh, this is literally the worst thing ever! Having my work read in front of me. It's so embarrassing! What if I made a mistake? I don't want to see their reactions while they're reading.

I want to snatch my paper back! But I'm too embarrassed. Ugh, whatever. He's already reading it, no point in acting up now. Tss.

I just put my hand under my chin, leaning on my elbow on the desk, and stared at him. Sir looked so serious. His head was tilted a little, and he was leaning toward my direction while reading. He had a slight frown. His blue eyes looked cute while he was reading. Moving from left to right.

His shoulders are so broad. His body's built so well, too. His legs are long, but when he was standing earlier, I swear he was shorter than Sir Ross and Sir Samuel. Maybe he's around Sir Crowley's height.

For some weird reason... I'm so giddy over him. Just by looking at him, I feel things.

Here we go again, Oreo. You're totally crushing on him. How amazing am I? I can leave my brain behind, but my flirtatiousness? Nope. Hahaha!

I just laugh and shake my head at my own thoughts.

Ugh, Sir Misha is so handsome. I think I have a crush on him now. Hehehehehe~

"Miss Blanchard..." He suddenly called me in that sexy voice.

"Sir...?" I tried to sound cute, of course.

"What's on your mind?" he said, his voice low and sexy. He walked closer and knelt in front of my desk. "...Is it me?" He smiled all seductive-like.

Oh my God, how did he---

"It's obvious, Orion. I can see it in your eyes..." He reached out and cupped my cheek.

"S-Sir... T-There's someone else---"

"There's nobody here. Just us together." He smiled at me.

Oh.My.Golly.

He leaned in closer. Oh my, is he gonna kiss me??

Is this gonna be my first kiss??

But... we just met! Sir, you're moving way too fast!

"Orion..."

"Yes, Sir?" I responded, playing it cute.

"Orion?"

"Hm?" I gave him my best cute smile.

"Ahem... Miss Blanchard?"

What??

"Oh, no... WAIT! HUH?"

He pressed his lips together, obviously holding back a laugh.

OH MY GOD!!!

I was just imagining things.

Then, I realized he was standing in front of me, calling me. I was so lost in my daydreams earlier!

I was smiling like a total idiot while he called me, completely spaced out. And now he's laughing at me!

HE'S LAUGHING AT ME!!!

He turned around, but I could still hear his soft chuckles.

Ughhhhh!!! I'm so embarrassed, Oreo. I may be morena, but I feel like Snow White's bitten apple wouldn't even look at me right now.

Seriously, how many more embarrassing moments are left today?? AND WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE IN FRONT OF SIR MISHA?? Huhu.

Oh no, he's still laughing huhu 😭

LORD, IS BEING LATE NOW A MORTAL SIN THAT YOU'RE PUNISHING ME FOR LIKE THIS??

At least he stopped laughing. He turned back to me, his face red. You could totally tell he'd just been laughing. SERIOUSLY, SIR? WHY NOT JUST LAUGH IN MY FACE? Ugh, so annoying!

"Okay, Miss Blanchard. You just need to sign here," he went back to his desk. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. I immediately walked up to him without looking at him. So embarrassed.

He pointed at my name on the paper. I quickly signed it. I couldn't deal with the embarrassment anymore, ugh!

When I looked up, I met his blue eyes.

I couldn't help but stare. Seriously, why is he so dashing? His eyes are like the ocean!

I'm way too close to him.

I want to move away, but I can't. I'm totally captivated by those blue eyes.

"Miss Blanchard, don't stare at me like that." He suddenly said. But I couldn't figure out the expression in his eyes. There was something different in his voice that I couldn't understand.

Wait, what am I doing? He said don't stare! I think I'm scaring him. Ugh, I'm so embarrassed! I looked away quickly. "Sorry, S-Sir..." I muttered, feeling embarrassed.

He let out a sigh, like he'd been holding his breath. Then he looked away. "It's okay."

So... now what? A.W.K.W.A.R.D.

He cleared his throat. "Your next schedule is tomorrow. Same time, same room." He said formally, not looking at me. His expression was totally blank again, unlike before when we were staring at each other.

I just nodded. I grabbed the form from the desk, my copy proving I attended detention.

It wasn't until just now that I noticed there was no one else here. I was so deep in my daydream earlier that I didn't even realize the other four students had already left.

"Miss Blanchard, you may go." He gave me a small smile. I just nodded again and bowed a little. I didn't dare look at him in the eyes again, don't want to repeat the embarrassing moment. After bowing, I walked out.

I walked out in a total daze. Can someone explain what just happened? I seriously have no idea. And I can't even explain what I was feeling. What is wrong with me? Why was he like that? It's so frustrating. I can't stop thinking about his eyes. And I want to figure him out more because he's so hard to understand. He's like a challenge.

Ugh! My thoughts are all over the place. My embarrassment earlier, how handsome Sir Misha is, those blue eyes, my imaginary almost first kiss, UGH, EVERYTHING!

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket. My best friend Kevin Chau had messaged me.

-Kevs

Hey Oreo? Where are you? I looked for you earlier in 212A, but you weren't there.

I quickly replied.

[Just outside. I'm on the grounds. Where are you?]

-Kevs

Stay there, I'll come get you.

Yesss! Kevin's the best. This is why I love him. I really need someone to talk to right now.

[Thanks Kevs. I'll stay here.]

I sat down on a bench under a tree.