Class was almost a fog and when Professor Swafford asked the only question she didn't know, it was the same guy, the one with the compassionate eyes, ...ho answered. Like the rest of the class, she looked back at him, and something deep inside told her that he was different. "God, I hope he's not gay," she thought. She turned her attention, what she could of it, back to the Professor.When class was over, she decided to find out whether her encounter with him had been a fluke or if he was the real. "Just because I say it often doesn't mean it is any less true," I insisted, smiling, "So there!"It was obvious that Sarah was not just 'passing through' on her way out to play, so I set aside the book I was reading, and got up, walked across the room to the television and turned it off. I hadn't really been watching; it was just President Kennedy giving a speech at some university or another. The television was nothing more than noise in the background to me when I was deeply engrossed in a. She was wearing heels and jeans; old, beat up, threadbare jeans. They fit her well, but they were sort of loosely hanging on her. You know how a slim girl's jeans will gap over her stomach and around her hips? As she moves from side to side, you just want to slide your hands inside those gaps? She had that. In her heels she was tall, about 5'10". Her top had a large rectangle cutaway over her chest and shoulders. It was basically just a no-big-deal, long-sleeved gray shirt which exposed her. I nodded, though it was a lie. I hated lying to my friends, but I didn't want them to know I was sick. "Maybe you should go lay down in the infirmary," Jeremie suggested, brushing my hair out of my face. "You feel really warm, you might have caught something."I shook my head. "Just a little tired is all. Have you seen Ulrich?"Jeremie's face dropped at the mention of the brunette's name. "I think he went to the gym to practice some Pencak Silat before class." I think I'll go pay him a visit."I.