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"Miss Hollis?"
Laura blinked a couple of times and focused her eyes to the front of the class, where her lecturer was staring right at her. Startled, Laura bolted up right and cleared her throat.
"Professor?" She straighten her blank notebook and put pen to paper as if she had been writing this whole time.
"I asked you, what was Auden trying to achieve with this imagery?" Her professor stood, hand on hip, impatiently waiting for a response.
Laura's eyes flicked to the projector screen behind her professor and clocked what part of the poem they had stopped on.
"There no sound on earth he'd rather hear than his lovers voice. So now he can't hear that, no other sound will suffice?" She spat out, no confidence in her answer.
"Well, yes. It could be interpreted that way. Make sure you're paying attention Miss Hollis, hmm?" Professor Maxx turned back to the presentation. Laura sighed with relief. Her sigh was a little too strong, as she blew, her pen fell off of the desk.
Went she bent down to pick it back up, something caught her eye. There was a piece of paper folded up, tucked into where the wood part of the desk met the metal frame. Laura, as slyly as possible, removed the paper and concealed it in her lap. She glanced around the class, uncertain if someone had left it for her. She slowly unfolded the mystery note, her eyes trained on her professor. When professor Maxx turned to face the screen, Laura glanced down at the note.
Dear who ever it concerns,
Economics sucks.
Sincerely, a bored student.
Laura smiled slightly. She wondered if she should write back. Who knows how long this note has actually been sat there for. Laura glanced at the clock, 10 minutes left. This class was already a lost cause, she might as well have some innocent fun. She lifted her pen to her chin, tapping the end of her pen full of thought for her witty retort.
Dear bored student,
You know what they say, only boring people get bored.
Sincerely, you should get a hobby?
Pleased with her attempt, she looked around again before folding the note neatly and tucking it underneath the table. A grin was plastered on her face as she faintly heard her professor claim it was the end of class. She packed up her things and headed to her next class.
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The next week Laura had never felt so eager to get into a classroom. She waited outside the room, only fidgeting slightly as her classmates held low conversations around her. As soon as the last person filed out of the room from the previous class, Laura swiftly made her way to the seat she had procured last week. Her speed gained some questioning looks, but Laura didn't even notice. She had one thing on her mind: the mystery note. Would it still be there? Or even more exciting, will there be a response in its place?
Laura made an attempt to look studious, opening her text book and notepad. As soon as that was out the way, she reached under her desk, her hands searching in the same position under the desk. Then she felt a piece of paper and plucked it out of its hiding spot. Quickly and carefully, she unfolded the note and tried to regain some sort of composure. After all, this might be the same not she penned not seven days ago.
Dear helpful suggestions,
Oh cupcake, I'm anything but boring.
Sincerely, you don't know the half of it.
Laura smirked, her mysterious note leaver was sassy. Laura liked it, it was something to distract her from this hellish class. She busied herself for the rest of the class thinking of an equally witty response, whilst occasionally pretending she was paying attention to the lesson.
Dear anything but boring,
Oh really?
Sincerely, enlighten me then.
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For the next few weeks Laura would come into class, fend off potential desk stealers and reach for the note she knew would be there, time after time.
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So what's wrong with economics?
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Everything.
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So why do you take the class?
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It is a requirement, has it not been forced upon you yet?
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Fortunately no, maybe I'll have the pleasure second semester?
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No doubt. Wait so what class are you in?
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Oh, um classic literature. Also a requirement. Also not fun. I'm Laura by the way.
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Carmilla. Charmed.
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Charmed indeed.
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They kept exchanging notes, so much so that it became a highlight of Laura's week. Every week she tried to make sure she was on time, as to not lose her desk.
The very last week of semester Laura managed to make it to class early. 10 minutes to be precise. Curious, she peered in the window of the door to see who sat at her desk in this class before hers. Laura hadn't actually been thinking about finding out who had been sending her the notes until now.
The girl she saw sitting at the desk Laura was usually positioned in, was pale, with dark hair. Her features were exquisite and her outfit choice was pretty hot. A corset and some leather pants. Laura would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to her.
It was then that Laura saw it. The attractive girl, finished writing whatever it was and slowly folded the piece of paper and placed it underneath was the desk.
"Holy shit." Laura uttered under her breath. She couldn't believe that's who she had been leaving notes for all semester. She stepped away from the door and sized up her options. As she did so, her fellow classmates started arriving.
Still slightly taken aback as her desk friend's identity has now been revealed, Laura didn't even notice the people leaving the classroom. Her attention refocused just as her note leaver was exiting the room. Laura froze, staring at the other girl.
"Can I help you cupcake?"