Fingers twitching against her sides as the halls filled with students, Kyla took a deep beath. When the door open and students pulled in, her brows furrowed in distaste as several different smells filled the air. Perfumes worn by the girls, cologne and the natural musk-smell that clung to the males. Shaking her head, she moves to stand against her desk, arms crossing over her chest. 

"Welcome to your first class. You'll address me as Professor Estonia, any nickname or use of my first name will result in extra homework. Now since it's the first day, why don't we scan through the packets my aid helped me staple before you arrived, shall we?" Her tone was soft but firm, her blue-green eyes scanning the students before falling to rest on the packet at her side.flipping it open to the first page, she his a smirk as the resonating sound of papers turning filled the air. 

Hopefully this class will be easier then her other ones. 

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He was late. 

That thought alone propelled him to move faster down the sidewalk. Jack cursed his luck as the school came into view, glancing down at his watch, he snarled softky at the numbers. He'd woken up to the sound of his alarm blaring and neighbor slamming on his front door. Gritting his teeth and slamming into the front doors, he made his way towards the first class of the year, hopefully teacher wouldn't notice him. 

Today wasn't his day. The moment the door opened and he stepped inside, he felt eyes on him. GLancing up, he paused when a pair of green-blue eyes met his own hazel ones. 

"Your name?" Were the words that startled him into blinking. The woman seemed relaxed, her back against the desk and left hand on her hip, he knew that she was anything but relaxed. He swallowed and ducked his head, a few chuckles reaching his ear, his nose twitching at the smell of coffee. 

"Jackson Golden, Professor." Were the words that escaped his lips. A soft hum had his head jerking up, the woman had relaxed and a smile was on his painted lips. 

"Good response Mr. Golden. I'll let it past this once, if your tardy again, you will face the consequences. Are we clear?" Her tone hadn't changed, the firm undertone had Jack nodding his head almost vigorously in agreement. The smile had him relaxing and turning to head to his seat, his own lips twitching into a smile when he spots Tim. 

He accepts the coffee with a nod, setting his vag down before sitting. He peeks at the packet Tim has open, silently turning his own to the correct page. He glances up when their professor begins to speak once more, his sleepiness mysteriously absent as he takes in her words. Something about this person has his attention, a nervous energy running thorough his body, a subtle need to obey. He doesn't question it but makes a mental note to ask Tim who this person is, as well as go for a run after his shifts. [@Love Dove]