A Quiet House and a Noisy Class

When I wake up on Thursday morning, my first thought is about how my family is holding up after last night. I jump out of bed and head out into the hallway to see if I can learn anything. Unfortunately, I quickly realize that I'm the only one in the house right now. It's not too surprising that Mom and Michelle already left for work, but that fact the Julia isn't here is concerning. It's very rare that the two of us don't eat breakfast together. She's probably still not feeling great about what happened yesterday and decided to head to campus early this morning. While I'm not happy about that, it may be for the best. Hopefully her classes will distract her and make her feel a bit better.

With no one in the house, there's not really a reason for me to stay here. With that in mind, I head back to my room and get ready for the day. I grab a quick bite to eat and leave for the bus stop. While riding the bus, I take a moment to remind myself of my agenda today. I believe Tuesdays and Thursdays are math and literature. Not the most exciting subjects, but I can at least take solace in the fact that neither are taught by Dr. Powell. Oh. Right. I have to go in early tomorrow to meet with the dean. I still have no idea how I'm going to get out of that jam.

Another unfortunate realization hits me when I get off the bus today: no Violet. Her first class starts 30 minutes before mine today, so she can't meet me here. And since we don't have any classes together today, my only opportunity to hang out with her is at lunch. Well, there's nothing I can do about that fact, so I head to math on my own. Since I left early, I actually get there a decent bit before class starts. When I arrive, I find that the door is already unlocked and open. It honestly doesn't surprise me that my professor is already here, given who it is, but this is the first time I've gotten to class earlier enough to see just how punctual she is. I pop my head in to make sure, and sure enough, I find her sitting at her desk snacking on a muffin with a cup of coffee in her off hand.

Louisa Collins has a lot of traits one would expect from an Algebra professor. She's organized, always early, and, if I'm being honest, pretty boring. I don't know if I've ever found anything she's ever said, concerning math or otherwise, interesting. I'm also pretty sure that I've never seen her interact with anyone outside of class, but it's also not like she seems shy or anything, so I'm not sure what's up with that. I really wish I had more to say about her personality, but I really feel like I'm at a loss. I mean... I guess she's pretty good at her job. She certainly knows more about math than me, not that that's much of an accomplishment.

Despite all that, what Professor Collins lacks in personality, she more than makes up for in how hot she is. Half the reason why I never fall asleep in her class is because I don't want to lose a moment of staring at her. Her facial expressions just ooze sexuality in a way that I'm not sure if she's really aware of. She's also got a pretty nice rack on her, but if there's one thing that Professor Collins is known for it's her absolutely insane ass. I swear, I've never seen such a juicy ass on a woman of her size and frame, which is saying something since she's not even that small or thin. Anytime she writes something on the board, it can't stop jiggling the entire time. Show me someone who doesn't stare at her butt while she's facing away from the class, and I'll show you the biggest liar on the planet. What I wouldn't give to be able to give that thing just one nice slap...

After that brief fantasy, I walk into the class and take my seat, making an effort to hide the slight erection I have at just the thought of that ass. As I sit down, Professor Collins seems a tiny bit surprised, though not enough to stop her from taking another bite of her breakfast.

"Matt? I didn't expect to see you here this early. Is something special going on today?"

"No, not really. I didn't have anything else to do, so I figured I could just get to class early."

Not having anything to do is a situation I assume Professor Collins finds herself in quite a lot. Anyway, my answer seems like enough for her, as she shrugs and takes a sip of her coffee before going back to her business. The next few minutes go by in dead silence, with the only noise coming from my teacher's chewing or the occasional typing she does on her computer. That is until I hear the sound of someone approaching the classroom.

Suddenly, a figure skips into the room with a level of energy no one should ever have this early in the morning. I take a deep breath and pray to someone, anyone, to help me get through this next interaction. I look over at Professor Collins to see her doing the exact same thing. At least I'm not alone for this. Here it comes...

"Hi, Professor Collins! How are you? *gasp* Matt?! You're here early today? Oh, that's fun! That will give us a chance to chat for a little bit! I feel like we know so little about each other! How are you doing? I'm doing pretty fantastic since..." I can already feel a headache coming on as the avalanche of dialogue begins. And then keeps going. On and on...

The bundle of energy that just walked into the classroom is Daisy. You know those people that you can't stand being around because they're just too friendly? That's Daisy. Calling her a social butterfly would be the understatement of the century. It would be more accurate to call her a social eagle or a social dragon or some other kind of large, social winged animal (I'm not great with analogies, sue me). It's hard to hate Daisy since she means so well, but man, I really cannot handle her for large periods of time. Thank goodness I only see her in class. I don't know if I could ever get her to stop talking otherwise.

At the very least, Daisy is easy on the eyes, since she's definitely not easy on the ears. I like her blonde hair quite a bit and she has a cute smile, a fact that works out especially well since she smiles basically all the time. She also has a pretty nice ass. Granted, it's nowhere near the mind-shattering size and shape of Professor Collins' ass, but it's pretty big, especially given how petite she is otherwise.

"...at least I think it's interesting. What do you think, Matt?" I'm suddenly snapped back to reality as Daisy stops talking. Did she just ask me what I think? I don't even know what she's talking about.

I glance at Professor Collins, hoping for any amount of help, but she just gives me another pathetic shrug. Clearly, she wasn't paying any more attention than I was.

"Yeah, you're right, Daisy. That is interesting," I throw out in response, hoping it's enough to satisfy her.

"Exactly! That's what I thought! So then, I went out, and you'll never guess what I did. Go on, guess! Okay, I'll tell you! I went out and..." And just like that, she's back at it. I should probably pay attention just in case she asks me a more involved question, but I can't bring myself to do it.

Hold on a second. What am I doing? Why am I putting up with this? I have a magic remote with the sole function of changing people. If Daisy annoys me so much, I could just turn her into something else. The thought does make me feel a slight knot in my stomach. As annoying as Daisy is, can I really do that? I mean, she really is a nice person at the end of the day. I know I'm not the only one who is overwhelmed by her, but I don't know if that's a valid enough excuse, especially after the nonexistent reason I had for using the remote on Katia yesterday. Fine, I'll just listen to her talk until class starts. It can't be that long. I check the clock and find that class starts in... 10 MINUTES!!!

Daisy has barely been in here for 30 seconds and I already have a headache. I can't last 10 more minutes. I've never been in a conversation with her for that long. We don't even really know each other. She's just talking to me now since I'm the only other student here and she feels like we need to get to know each other better. Well, screw that! I take out the remote and lock-on to Daisy without anymore hesitation. Professor Collins is doing her best to not pay attention to us or else risk being roped into the conversation, and Daisy is too absorbed in her own little world talking to see me pull the remote out directly in front of her. It won't be long before more students start coming in, so without wasting another second, I hit the red button.

As the roulette spins, I can only hope that whatever new identity Daisy gets, it helps tone down her personality a bit. Or at least take it in a more tolerable direction. Or at the absolute minimum makes the nightmare I'm in right now end. With those wishes, I stare at the remote's screen as the roulette begins to slow down, revealing the final result.