Junior found himself in a hospital bed with a pounding headache and a stiff neck. He had been in an accident 4 hours before and was just coming to. All he could think about was those eyes and his desperation to see them again. Those eyes were all he could think about. He was released from the hospital shortly after and took another cab to his dorm. This ride was much less eventful than his first in Seattle. He had a couple of days before classes started and needed to pick up his school books and figure out where all his classes were. All he could think about were those eyes. So of course he in the two days he had before classes started he did neither of those two things. Instead he sat around on his guitar all day and thought about those eyes and how depressed he was that he would never see them again. As he walked unprepared even to his first class he was starting to stop thinking about those eyes. he opened the large wooden door leading to his first class and then he saw them. Those eyes! Surely he was dreaming?! He thought that was the only possibility, for if this was real then those eyes he fell in love with belonged to his first teacher. The 3 seconds after he opened the door, but  before he clumsily fell into seat felt like an eternity. He quickly realized this was no dream when he nailed his funny bone on the side of his desk. These beautiful eyes introduced themselves to the class, but Junior could not hear anything over the beat of his heart. The next thing he knew he was being handed a quiz on the first book the class was supposed to read for the semester, Mumbo Jumbo. UH-OH


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