THAT1AMETHYST
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Hello Professor (Closed for silvertongue217)
My mother called it a fresh start. I just scoffed at that, college was just going to make it worse. It would be even easier to get a hold of drugs, to sleep with who ever I wanted, without her breathing down my neck. Despite my mother labeling it as a "learning experience", I knew it was just her way of finally separating herself from my downhill slide. I didn't care, I liked this life. I liked who I was, Eva Behrens. I was of average height, although I'd always felt short with all of the giants at my old high school. My hair was a natural bright red, something my mother said matched my personality. I had just enough weight on my bones to be considered curvy, which the men scrambled for. I was used to using this to my advantage, but I was aware new territory meant I might not be surrounded by the unattractive people I was used to.
One walk around campus proved this suspicion, much to my disappointment. Some of these girls were gorgeous. None had red hair like mine, though. I walked into the first lecture hall of the day to find it already packed with students. I slid in next to a harmless looking boy and used my feminine wiles to get a pencil out of him. A few minutes after class was supposed to start, the professor walked in. He was tall and thin but he carried himself like an athlete. Hell, maybe he was. His hair was beginning to gray and he had a respectable amount of aftershave on his thin face. He was fairly good looking for someone probably in their late 40s. After setting a folder on his desk, the professor looked up and scanned the crowd of students. My heart quickened when his gaze landed on me.
My mother called it a fresh start. I just scoffed at that, college was just going to make it worse. It would be even easier to get a hold of drugs, to sleep with who ever I wanted, without her breathing down my neck. Despite my mother labeling it as a "learning experience", I knew it was just her way of finally separating herself from my downhill slide. I didn't care, I liked this life. I liked who I was, Eva Behrens. I was of average height, although I'd always felt short with all of the giants at my old high school. My hair was a natural bright red, something my mother said matched my personality. I had just enough weight on my bones to be considered curvy, which the men scrambled for. I was used to using this to my advantage, but I was aware new territory meant I might not be surrounded by the unattractive people I was used to.
One walk around campus proved this suspicion, much to my disappointment. Some of these girls were gorgeous. None had red hair like mine, though. I walked into the first lecture hall of the day to find it already packed with students. I slid in next to a harmless looking boy and used my feminine wiles to get a pencil out of him. A few minutes after class was supposed to start, the professor walked in. He was tall and thin but he carried himself like an athlete. Hell, maybe he was. His hair was beginning to gray and he had a respectable amount of aftershave on his thin face. He was fairly good looking for someone probably in their late 40s. After setting a folder on his desk, the professor looked up and scanned the crowd of students. My heart quickened when his gaze landed on me.
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