Daniella Teaches: Nicholas Speechless

With every last ounce of patience, Nicholas bit his tongue.  He thought about leaving class but he knew he had to stay.  I can't believe this professor, if that is what you want to call her, embarrassed the crap out of me. I need to make her pay somehow, he thought.  I will just have to get to know her better, he smirked. 

 

Daniella began to teach the class.  A class full of thirty college students.  While Daniella wasn't organized, she was extremely knowledgeable and talented.  She was also an amazing teacher.  She broke any material into understandable masterpieces.  Brilliance a colleague once told her.  In college, she was often called upon in class to help other students. 

 

Daniella asked, "Sir, would you please pass out the syllabus, since you seem to be daydreaming?"

 

Nicholas again in a daze thinking of revenge, unaware the professor was speaking to him. 

 

"Hello?", Daniella further questioned, as she lightly nudged his shoulder.

 

"What?", Nicholas jumped.  Who does this b.... think she is? "Oh, I mean I am sorry", Nicholas stood up as he brushed off his shoulder.  "Yes, ma'am, I apologize", Nicholas replied.

 

Daniella now sheepishly smiling responded, "Thank you, sir". 

 

As Nicholas walked around the classroom handing out the syllabus, his friend Eduardo whispered, "She digs you."  Nicholas rolled his eyes and responded, "Hardly".  Then it dawned on him, could she possibly like me? Or, me her.  Eduardo made a good point, all chicks are attracted to me.  Either that or I need sleep.  Nicholas quickly shafted romance out of his head.  It was hard for him to forget about women, romance, and sex. 

 

There was no doubt he was handsome.  Nicholas never had a problem getting a date or laid for that matter.  He was stunning.  Dark thick hair never out of place, perfectly cut and styled, even when he was tired. 

Hell, he never slept last night.  He ran home and jumped into the shower to wash away the stench of whiskey, vodka, and beer...before heading to class. 

Not being able to get the professor off of his mind again, he began staring at her.  Hmmm he thought to himself.  She isn't half bad.  But, she probably is not worth the chase, she looks as if she only believes in extraordinary love...something that doesn't exist. 

Nicholas Stutters

Daniella just made it in time to the classroom.  In fact, as soon as she placed her hand on the cold door knob, Nicholas was counting...5,4,3,2...

Daniella accidentally swung the classroom door open.  The students were all over the room laughing and joking.  Seeing the disarray, Daniella boldly questioned, "Did I interrupt something?"

Nicholas replied, "My sleep."

Daniella felt the blood rush throughout her body. Breathe her mind told her.  Trying her best not to become annoyed, Daniella said, "Oh, you could go back home and receive a zero for no participation .

Nicholas smiled and winked at Daniella.

Disgusted at his disrespect and forwardness, Daniella stated, "Excuse me? Would you like to lead the class?"

Nicholas answered, "Who me?"

Daniella replied, "Yes, you; It seemed you were leading when I walked in as no one was seated and you were about to dismiss everyone."

Nicholas was beginning to feel overwhelmed.  The last time a dumb broad embarrassed him was in High School.  He could not disrespect this woman, he could not afford to fail the class.

Nicholas stuttered, "Um, um no Ms.".  Daniella cut him off.  For the first time in years, Nicholas could not even finish his sentence.

Daniella sternly said, "I didn't think so, as it looked like a circus to me when I walked in."

Way to go, Daniella thought.  I put him in his place.  I do not need to deal with immature men.  I need to focus on enriching students.   Although, he was quite a lovely distraction.

Late to Class

Nicholas could barely keep his eyes open.  The repeated vibration of his phone kept him awake.

"Where is the damn bitch?", Nicholas thought, while he stared at his watch.

Daniella slammed the car door shut, nearly missing her finger.  As attractive as she was, Daniella was never meant for grace.  Marjorie was the graceful one.  Daniella liked to look professional at work and sexy at leisure in a great pair of ripped jeans.  To most men, Daniella could never hide her attractiveness.  It was in her blood.  She drew them in.  She was fully equipped with wit, beauty, and intelligence.

"What time is it?", Susan questioned.

"Almost time to go to sleep, the professor has about three minutes left, to get her ass to class", Nicholas said wryly.   

"Sweet.", Susan replied.

Daniella glanced at the clock in the lobby. Knowing there was a couple of minutes, maybe seconds, left for her to get to class.  What a horrible first impression it would be if she missed class.  She began to run down the hall in fear she was not going to make it.

"Let's begin the count down!", exclaimed Nicholas.

Daniella felt like a fool running down the hall like a bat out of hell. Not paying any attention to her surroundings she nearly ran into her boss, Mr. Howard.

"Oh my, Mr. Howard, I am so so sorry", Daniella sighed.

Before he could even get a word out of his mouth, she was off.