SELENE
The alarm yanked me out of my sweet sleep. A new semester in my penultimate year, great. Another round of dragging myself to class. It was 7 a.m., and my first lecture started at 9 a.m. Trust me, I'd still end up being at least five minutes late.
"Turn off the damn alarm if you're not getting up," my roommate Diana grumbled.
Our dorm, a two-man room, was surprisingly spacious. I was paired with the craziest roommate this year, and by that I mean the complete opposite of me. Diana, the calm and collected angel, was stuck with me, the unapologetic menace. She was sweet, thoughtful, and quiet. I was… none of those things. Why be simple in a complex world? Be complex, be evil, be demanding.
I turned off the alarm and sat up sluggishly, my singlet strap slipping off my shoulder, exposing the curve of my soft breasts. I sighed, pulled it back up, and stared at nothing for a few minutes, debating whether I should just go back to bed.
I liked how spacious the room was, with my roommate's bed on one end and mine on the other. The bathroom was just to the left when you walked in. No kitchen, of course, just the huge cafeteria and supermarket downstairs. The dorm hall was three stories high, and I was stuck on the first floor, Room 107.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally shuffled to the bathroom, my pajama pants dragging behind me. I stopped to stare at myself in the small mirror just above the sink—messy brown hair, slight drool on my face, and sleep marks. Yet, none of that dulled my beauty. I was very pretty, and I knew it. Everyone said so, whether through compliments or the way they stared when I walked by. Too bad God didn't bless me with the brains for science. Yeah, I wasn't doing too well in my studies, and I needed help… but let's not talk about that.
I grabbed my toothbrush, squeezed some toothpaste onto it, and brushed my teeth. Then, I stepped into the warm shower, letting the water wash away the last traces of sleep. My shower would've lasted an hour if not for stupid morning classes. That's why I hate Mondays and Tuesdays with this new timetable. New semester, new courses, new schedule, new lecturers, new friends and maybe, just maybe, a new boyfriend. I once dated a total trash in my first year and ended things before they even really began.
I picked out my usual kind of outfit, a short black dress and an army green jean jacket and went in front of the large mirror to dress. The dress was strappy, V-neck style that revealed just a hint of cleavage. I had a size 34 chest, a slim waist, and a nice butt, all hidden under the short black dress, though it was obvious enough. The gown hugged my figure from chest to waist before flaring out slightly below.
I threw on my army green jacket, a short jean one. I ran a brush through my hair, dabbed on minimal makeup and grabbed my bag. I'd just turned 21 last month, on December 12th, and I felt more like an adult than ever. Uni days were meant for fun, and this new year, I was all in. I wasn't a freshman or a sophomore anymore.
"Bye, Danny!" I said, closing the door gently.
"Bye, Selene," Diana mumbled, still half-asleep.
Selene Blackwood. That was my name. My mom always said I was named after a great witch who helped the little town of Lakewood City 2,000 years ago. In my book, there's no such thing as a good witch. A witch is always the villain, and that's exactly the villain I aspire to be. But, we're only in the 21st century, so there's only so much wickedness I can get away with that's actually fun.
"8:06?" I screamed, realizing the time as I hurried to class. The hall was just a 10-minute walk from my hall. By the time I got there, the lecturer was already inside.
I froze.
Standing at the front of the room was a hot, drop-dead gorgeous young man. His dark hair neatly combed, a sharp jawline, and features that screamed handsome in every way. His white shirt was crisply pressed and tucked neatly into his black pants, all of it looking effortlessly sharp. His piercing hazel eyes locked onto mine as he turned to face me, the latecomer, with the morning sunlight casting a golden glow around him. I was momentarily stunned by the sight, my shock clear on my face, which made my friend Lily who sat at the front giggle at my reaction.
I snapped out of my daze, bowed my head slightly, and hurried to the back of the room to avoid drawing attention, as the class was unusually quiet. The seats were arranged in ascending rows, like steps, for an unobstructed view of the professor and the board.
"I'm Dr. Lucian Drax, and I'll be teaching you Chemical Kinetics," he started, his voice deep and smooth, carrying a composed aura that made every word feel important.
The class erupted in excitement. Girls swooned. Some even clapped.
Of course, they did. He was giving off every vibe a man should.
"Let's go over some rules for my class," he said, his voice steady and authoritative.
"No questions during the lecture," he continued. "It can deviate our focus. Write your questions down, and after the lesson, there will be enough time for you to ask."
I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as he spoke. His presence was magnetic, his demeanor, confidence, strength. He radiated masculinity, and damn, did I want him?
"Rule two," he said, snapping me from my thoughts. "No late coming. Everyone should be seated before I get here."
His gaze flicked briefly in my direction, and my heart skipped a beat. His look was fleeting, but it made me feel exposed somehow, before he quickly turned away.
"Rule three," he continued, his tone firm. "No side conversations, murmurs, or noise during class. And rule four…" He paused, picking up the marker. "I'm big on assignments. Be prepared to work hard because the only way to master Chemical Kinetics is by doing the work."
He was about to turn and write on the board when my hand shot up.
His sharp gaze landed on me. "Yes?"
The class turned to look.
"If we don't understand, can we schedule private lessons" I asked, tilting my head innocently.