Ancient Professor (Gabe)

[Eve Stone]

Class had just gotten out more than a few minutes ago, but there she was still in the large lecture hall. Why? The professor was a secret agent from hell. Not really but that's what she felt like at that point in time. Arms crossed she stood there glaring at the man as he degraded her and insulted her intelligence. She'd challenged his opinion openly in class that day not at all agreeing with him on his study of dragonic culture. The man was an idiot trying to tell her of all people what dragons did and did not do. She might not know everything little thing about her people but she as heck knew more than this book worm did.

Eve wondered if the man even knew he was speaking with a dragon. Did the teachers get a list of what kinds of students were going to be in their classes so they'd know what to expect? Or did they just wing it? Maybe he just didn't know who she was, and she knew he hadn't bothered to check the roster seeing as he'd messed up her name six times already. It wasn't even like she had a hard name! Eve Stone of all things had to be one of the easiest names out there.

Finally the man told her that he was the one with the doctorate here not her, and if she decided in the future to belittle him in front of the class to think otherwise. Oh, if she had a chance she'd belittle him down to an ant. She was so going to have her father call his a** and give him a piece of his dragonic mind. The man grabbed his things and stormed off leaving her there seething in an empty classroom. Lucky for her it had been the last scheduled class in that room for the day.

"I have half the mind to rip this cursed place apart." Growling she slammed her textbook onto her desk having tried to argue using the book as a reference. Supposedly the man was more knowledgeable than even textbooks. The textbook was "printed incorrectly and horribly out of date" according to her walking corpse of a teacher. Man looked like a freaking mummy trying to pass as a living being. The problem with slamming a thick, hard backed, college textbook on a rather flimsy half desk chair thing with inhuman strength was one was going to bend. Or in the case of the desk break off of the metal piece holding it to the chair.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Eve threw her arms into the air turning away from the broken desk letting loose a stream of curse words. This day could not get any worse.

[Gabriel Rhys]

Ethics. Ethics was a terrible class. The wolf slumped in his chair. Didn’t he already have ethics. He knew right and wrong. He had his own morals and they had served him well thus far. So why did his advisor make him take this class. Well for one Gabriel was a lycan. They were by nature aggressive. Gabe was good at controlling himself. This class however to combining general ethics and ethics that applied more to special people, with special talents. Sitting there listening was really getting old. Gabe loved to learn. He had fascinated by it. But that was when he was locked away. He couldn’t go outside, so studying was a way for him to distract the beast inside him and function.

The professor just continued talking. The lycan continued to phase out the words. His mind was somewhere else. Far away from the constrictive walls of the auditorium. He was looking forward for it to get over. He tuned back in just as the professor was giving the week assignment. A paper on the given rights of a person like them and their own moral code. Gabe inwardly cringed. More work. He stood up and adjusted his plain blue t-shirt and fixed the cuff of his jeans. He sighed slinging his leather messenger bag over his shoulder and headed out of the classroom.

He was hungry. The soft grumbling of his stomach was a reminder that he needed to feed himself. Turning the opposite way of the other classmates, he took at turn past another classroom, hearing a yell and a crash. Worry set in and he sniffed the air visibly. Charcoal and something different filled his nose. He peered in the room and saw the desk in pieces and a young woman fuming. The smell was coming from her. She looked pissed. He stepped into the room. The anger seemed to radiate off her. He didn’t need to hear the cursing for him to see something had made this woman mad. “Hey”, he called out to her. “You ok?”

[Eve Stone]

It was just power for the course for how this week was going that the one class she'd been most worried about had a jerk for a teacher. Not only that but he was obviously an idiot, a prejudice idiot at that. Standing there staring at the broken desk she flinched at the sound of someone else's voice in the empty room. Someone had witnessed her rant or at least the end bit of it. That was just perfect. Eve brought up both hands to run through her short spiky hair while she turn slowly on her heel to face the source of the voice.

"Hey, yeah I'm good. Just need anger management." She waved at the desk sighing as she dropped her arms to her sides hooking her thumbs into her front pockets. What she probably should have told him was that she'd dropped her book and the desk had just fallen apart on her. But the desk was pretty much demolished so that little lie was kind of pointless to even address. Sighing again she gave him half of a woeful smile her toe nudging a piece of the desk. Eve was not a socialite and the fact that she'd just been caught in the act made her insides twist painfully.

Deciding it was best to not look at those dreamy eyes Eve bent to pick up the pieces of her horrible day; and the desk of course. At times like these she was glad that she carried super glue with her just for these kind of situations. Her anger lead to a lot of broken things, and if she could just super glue something together and run she didn't feel so bad. But she was pretty sure the metal piece she'd snapped off from the chair was not going to be put back on with super glue. "Pieces of crap. Who would make a desk this fragile? I mean all I did was slam a book on it!"

Eve picked up said book giving it her best evil glare before shoving it into her book bag. Really hoping dreamy eyes had left she glanced toward the door. If he was gone she was so going to bolt, and if he was still there she'd have to come up with a plan B. Maybe leave her ID number on the desk and a little note? Or maybe she'd just leave anyway it wasn't like the guy knew her name and could report her. Groaning she knew she'd have to do the responsible thing and report it. "Stupid conscience."