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Paul smirked to himself as he kept his eyes glued on the shapely form sitting to his right and just a row ahead of him. It was the new chick, the redhead named Amy he was so focused on. He didn't bother taking notes, even though the American History class was indeed in progress.
"Mr. Levesque!"
"Huh?" He looked up, all traces of his smile vanished as he eyed Professor Mark Calloway. He hadn't been following a word the man had said up until he'd called his name.
"I asked a question," Calloway stated, clearly not amused. "The Civil War - it took place when?"
Paul glanced around, his eyes shifting down to the notebook he had open on his desk. He had no notes on today's lesson, and his textbook was still closed in spite of the fact that he knew the professor had asked the students to turn to a certain page. What page that was, he had no clue. Quickly, he opened the book and began to rifle through its many pages.
"Err..."
"'Err' is not the answer," Calloway said sternly, and several students began to laugh.
Paul looked up, annoyed. He didn't like being laughed at one bit, nor did he relish being made fun of by Mark Calloway.
He was fuming as another student, who he knew went by the name Jay, answered the question instead. And he responded correctly, at that.
Paul noticed immediately how Amy Dumas looked at the skinny blond guy and smiled, getting a grin in return as well. His right hand clenched into a fist. And then, as he looked back at Calloway in the front of the room, that fist tightened even more. He envisioned getting the man alone somewhere and beating him senseless. Of course, the professor was a huge man himself, nearly seven feet tall and at least three-hundred pounds... But Levesque knew the damage a tire iron or sledgehammer could inflict. He grinned to himself. Calloway would be no match for him.
The remainder of the class time seemed to drag on and on. The burly football player couldn't wait for it to end so he could get the hell out of there. He was rather looking forward to practice later, and seeing Shane. He managed to hold back a snicker as he thought about their little bet, and that the other young man had no chance in hell of winning.
Professor Calloway was still droning on about the Civil War. It was enough to make Paul not only yawn but want to lay his head on the desk and fall asleep. How anyone managed to stay awake in the man's class was a mystery to him.
With a clean page open in the notebook in front of him, he began to jot down some words. If Calloway happened to glance his way, he would probably think he was now taking notes. However, that couldn't be farther from reality, as he was writing a note.
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Amy was startled at the feel of someone's finger suddenly poking her. She had been engrossed in the lesson going on but looked over her shoulder at the student sitting directly behind her. The young man had a neatly folded piece of paper in hand and gave it to her. Luckily, Professor Calloway didn't notice the exchange.
As discreetly as she could manage, she unfolded the note and read it.
Dear Amy,
American history sure is a bore, isn't it? I can't wait to get out of here. Why don't we meet up after class? I'll treat you to lunch. I'd really like to get to know you better.
- Paul
The redhead stared blankly at the note, re-reading it. She wasn't all that surprised it was from him. At the same time, she wasn't exactly thrilled that he 'wanted to get to know her better.' But she supposed she could have lunch with him, although she thought it wasn't a good idea to let him treat her when she wasn't interested in anything more than friendship.
Calloway's back just so happened to be turned at that very moment, as he was writing on the blackboard. Amy turned toward her left, glancing over her shoulder at Paul Levesque. She smiled and gave a thumbs up.
Levesque grinned with confidence at the gesture. This bet was *so* his for the winning.