To Class

Iris looked at the time, it was almost time for her favorite class, English. She got dressed quickly, and packed her bag before running out the door and getting in her car. She drove fast, at the exact maximum the speed limit allowed, and took her usual spot in the front row, twenty minutes early. Iris always tried to be early to class, since it gave her time to help out her favorite professor a bit before the room filled up.

Professor Stafford smiled at her, his green eyes shining behind his thick glasses. His eyes were so bright, people could see them from across the room. His hair was a mess, but it always was, the professor had more important things to do in the morning than brush his hair. Iris was his favorite student, she always paid attention in class and was incredibly helpful towards anyone who needed it.

"Early, as usual, eh, Iris? No matter, I enjoy having company whilst getting things organized. You can either study up on Chapter Eight, which we will be starting today, or if you like, you can help me get my notes together."

Iris stood up, she had read over Chapter Eight the previous night, and walked over to help her professor. He could not walk without the assistance of the cane he constantly had with him, and had told the class it was because he was hit by a bus when he was twenty. Standing close to him, Iris realized that even though he was a bit frail, he was rather attractive. She tried to hide her blushing, and helped him with his tasks.

When everything was situated, Stafford put his hand on her shoulder and thanked her. "I don't understand how you do it, but you're better at organizing than I am. You've got a gift, Iris, and I'm not sure what I'll do without you once the semester is over." he said, and Iris wasn't quite sure if he was joking or not. Still, she chuckled and walked back to her seat.

"You did just fine before I was here, and I know you'll still be okay." She joked back.

"Yes, but now I'm so used to the way you organize my notes, that when I do it, they look out of order. Maybe I should request you as a teaching assistant after the semester." Before he could say anything else, other students started to file into the classroom, talking to each other loudly. It was time for class to begin.