It was the beginning of the spring semester. I was a sophomore in college and slowly started to get used to college life.

After returning from my hometown my mother had cried again like the first time she dropped me off in freshman year. I decided to go out with my friend Maddie to get drinks and we returned from the bar. Maddie drank a lot as usual and was hooking up with a stranger in our bathroom after sneaking him into the girls dorm and I was left to hide in our closet.

"You have to go now", I heard Maddie moan while I carefully took my time scrolling through twitter.

"Oh come on Mary-

"My name is Maddie," she says, cutting him off.

My hand flew to my mouth holding in my laugh.

"Just calm down...Maddie", he says his hands stroking her waist, forcefully pushing her on the bed.

"Get off me", she groans.

He has her hands held firmly above her head eagerly kissing her neck and tugging on her skin.

"Get off her", I say, standing outside of the closet after hearing Maddie's repetitive protests that were ignored.

"Woah chill", he says, getting up from her and swinging his shirt over his shoulder.

"Go on mother fucker", beckoning to the door with my eyes wide and crazed.

"I'm going", he says, backing up to the door and scurrying out.

"Thanks" , Maddie says, pushing her hair back and resting her face on her palm with exhaustion.

"No more boys in the dorm Mads...I'm not kidding". I say sitting on my bed opposite to hers.

"I know, I know, I wasn't feeling it anyways". She says taking of her heels. I take of my bra switching of the lights and turning on the night lamp.

"Ready for tomorrow ". I yelp grinning at her.

"Oh god no". She says throwing herself on her bed and covering herself with her duvet.

"I heard the new creative writing professor is hot", she said to me.

I turn to her confused.

"Wait what?!...don't tell me they replaced Mrs Bingham". Maddie nods taking out her retainer.

"Noooo", I wailed. I loved her, she was so funny".

" I know right, I heard she transferred". Maddie said putting her hair up in a distorted mess I assumed was a bun.

"I don't wanna be that person but all my male professors are a pain in the ass". I say switching off my phone

"That's what I said. Here's the thing though, the only male teachers that are assholes teach science and history".

"Wait that's true. You can't be an asshole and major in English..right?

"Exactly", Maddie proclaims.

"Good night", I say stretching to switch of my lamp.

"Night babe".

***

It was the next day and I got up early to have a head start. First day back from winter break and I didn't quite know how to feel about it. I walked to the bathroom with my towel wrapped around me after running a hot bath. It didn't take long before Maddie woke up and rushed me out of the shower. I layered my clothing as it was still a bit cold. Throwing on my trainers I kissed Maddie a goodbye on the cheek as we always did and set out.

The first thing I did was drive to the coffee shop and sit down for a hot tea. I wasn't really a coffee person because I genuinely didn't understand the publicity behind drinking it, the tastes made me gag no matter how much I wanted to love it.

Heading to my morning classes which was English literature. It was still 7:15 and the class started at 7:45 so I had some time to catch my breath and go through my schedule. First was creative writing, language and linguistics, English literature and then psychology. I sipped my tea wincing at the hot liquid against my tongue, the calmness of the morning left my eyes heavy. Fluttering open to stay awake I finally gave into the nap.

Halted awake by my awareness of the time I checked my phone that said 7:42. Jumping out of the car I swung my bag over my shoulder. Scurrying to the building to find my class. Spotting the class number, I pushed open the heavy door to be greeted with a crowd of students who were taking up seats. I quickly spotted a seat 5 rows down the class. Scooting into the seats I reach and empty seat and slid into it. Carefully examining the crowd of students which only some I could remember.

Our professor walks into the class, he had golden brownish blonde hair and stood to about 6 foot 3. Looking up at the class it hit me at how attractive he was. He wore a blue button doe dress shirt that showed his toned arms tucking them into black pants, and his thickly rimmed black glasses.

"Oh he's hot", I hear from the crowd of students leaving the class laughing and him grinning.

"Hey guys, Im your new Creative writing professor, my name is Tom Hiddleston, just call me Mr Tom ", he said his voice laced with a subtle accent.

"As you know your last professor transferred, so Im now your new professor, just a little about me Im from London, hence the accent. And I moved here 5 years ago". Tom went on about where he was from and I couldn't help but check him out. Fuck, he was hot.

And I could honestly, get used to it.