23 CHAPTER 22

So here I am, seated in the front row of my psych class, tapping my leg aimlessly against my desk. This is what I get for coming to class 20minutes early. The class is completely empty.

I pull out my iPod and plug in my headphones and drown in my Bebe Rexha playlist. I begin singing, banging my pencil on my book along to the beats. This is until someone rudely yanks my pencil and unplugs my headphones.

"Who the-" my words are caught at my throat as I stare at the person in front of me,,,, scratch stare, glare. He, on the other hand, just stands there, looking more dashing than the last time I saw him. A smirk spreads across his lips, and I raise my perfectly etched brow at him.

"Well,well,well,if it isn't crocs-girl,I'm surprised to see you wearing actual shoes,they aren't quite what a normal girl would wear,but they are shoes non the less." He looks at me as if waiting for a response, but I stare blankly. "You can't speak? cool,I prefer you quiet cause you can't sing either," he said with a toothy grin.

"Get out of my face Stone, I didn't wake up this early to deal with salty irrits." With this, I put my headphones back on, and he stood there for a couple more minutes before sitting right next to me.

In about ten more minutes, the class was full, and the lecturer came in quite cheery. " Hello class, my name is professor Martin Clark. I will be lecturing you throughout your semester.

I might be jolly but I take grades pretty seriously. " he looked through his desk. "So I have my own formula, so those of you who aren't freshmen will have to adjust to my ways" with this, he sat on his seat and looked to us " I would like us to get to business, let's discuss the psychological disorders and how to handle people with them,in groups of two I'd like to assign you different disorders and I will expect a brief explanation of your finding by Friday.