~Out on my own again~ {Open}

[BIANCA A. CROWLEY]

Bianca looked around, a frown on her face. Where the hell was her office? Not that she'd admit it, but the Creative Writing Professor had a terrible sense of direction. Typically, she would be thinking of her family, or her job, or the sexy student she'd deflowered recently, but in this particular moment, the only thought running through Bianca's head was "where the hell is my classroom?"

"Excuse me--" Bianca sighed as people walked past her. If there was one thing she could say for Vegas, it was busy, which wouldn't be a problem for her... As soon as she figured out where everything was.

Bianca was slightly annoyed at herself. When she was getting ready in the morning before she left, it hadn't occurred to her to check where her classroom actually was. She was going to be late for her first class. Most certainly not a good look.

"What the hell am I going to do?" the blonde Creative Writing Professor thought to herself. She was supposed to be a Professor. A title that came with assumptions. Such as a certain degree of professionalism (like being on time) and actually being able to find the class.

Bianca shook her head and looked around for someone who looked like they knew the place, and wasn't so busy that they'd completely ignore her. She just wanted the day to be over, so she could head off to the club and maybe pick up a sexy college student to help her with relieving the stress that was starting to build up within her.

tagged: Open
words: 263
notes: Bianca's here!
music: Drops of Jupiter - Train
credit: CLAIRE7@CAUTION TWO POINT OH!

[ETHAN CAMPBELL]

Ethan was already running late. Sneaking into the hospital late at night had put his sleeping pattern way out of whack and being a professor wasn't much help at all. Every night since Braxton had been born, he'd go to work, grade papers, go take a shower at home, go to the hospital and stay there with Olivia and the baby for a few hours until sun rose. Go home, get a couple hours of sleep then start all over again. It was a bit crazy, but having a baby with your student was like asking for the most difficult shit in life.

Running his hands over his face, he tried to motivate himself in his car. It won't be to much longer and you won't be having to do this, Ethan...it'll get easier. Really he just needed someone else to give him the pep talk, someone to ease his nerves, maybe another friend besides Blaine Carter. Pulling himself together, he grabbed his coffee and climbed out of the car heading through the quad. His eyes wasn't ready for this kind of light so he squinted. It'd make more sense if he was hungover.

From afar he could see the tiny blonde standing confused in the middle of his path. She looked around and tried to find some kind of words that would catch someone's attention. Usually, he'd pick up a student like this. Oh who was he kidding? He wasn't in the game anymore. He had a child now. Wait, the blonde looked a little older to be a student. This had to be Naomi number two.

"You look a little lost!" He said with a friendly smile upon his face as he approached her from the distance between them. Stopping he looked over her shoulder at the paper in her hands and chuckled lightly. "I knew you weren't a student. As young as you look, you're not young enough to be one of these.." Ethan said oddly pointing at random students. "I know where you're meant to be..follow me."

Notes: There you go Rikki c: hope you like

[BIANCA A. CROWLEY]

“Well hello, tall dark and handsome” Bianca thought as she turned around and assessed the man who was helping her. He obviously wasn’t a student, which was her usual ‘type’, but Bianca felt that it was perfectly fine to branch out every now and then, especially if your branching out was as gorgeous as the teacher who stood before her.

She laughed at his comment about her being young, but not a student. “Yeah, not for a few years, now.” Bianca sighed with relief when he offered to show her where she was. Well, not so much offered has ordered her to follow him. “Oh, my knight in shining armor.” She cooed. “I swear, I had no idea what I was going to do.”

“With pleasure” Bianca thought. The teacher looked about her age, and while she preferred younger men (or women, for that matter), Bianca had been known to get her kicks where she could find them. “I’m Bianca, by the way.” She said, introducing herself. “I teach creative writing.” Bianca looked down at her paper, and frowned. How the other teacher had managed to glean the information she needed from it, Bianca would never know.

Bianca did as told and fell into step beside him. She had considered walking behind him as he has suggested – surely enough, the view would be good – but had decided that she wanted to add conversation into the mix.

tagged: Ethan
words: 236
notes: Thank yooou~~ It is bootiful
music: Only Hope - Secondhand Serenade
credit: CLAIRE7@CAUTION TWO POINT OH!