A Gift from Evan

Check it out, I can chuck peanuts in the air and catch 'em in my mouth...

You don't care? You just want me to tell you what happened the next day after me and B kissed? Well that night when I went home, I couldn't stop thinking about her. It was like she was all that was, y'know? Like the world was just Buffy and everyone else in it, was just... not Buffy. I dunno, I had it bad because I just kept replaying that kiss in my head all night.
Anyway, the next day, I went to her room super early so I could spend some time with her before class. But... She wasn't ready when I got there. Still in her jammies and freshly woken... Yet, still fucking hot! I know what you're thinking, but I am *so* not in love with her. So, we got talking for a bit and I found out loads about her that I didn’t know before. Like, did you know B used to ice skate professionally when she was a kid? She entered competitions and stuff … and even won some!

Well, I didn’t.

We talked for ages, right up until we had to go to class. I wanted to ditch again 'til I figured out how I was gonna weasel my way in, but she held my hand and dragged me in. What was I supposed to do? She was touching me... I couldn't think straight...

~ Eight days earlier ~

"Abrams, Adams, Adamson, Alverez, Banks..." Walsh is going through the list of people registered in Psych 105. Shit, what's going to happen when she doesn't call my name and asks what I'm doing here? What do I say? I crashed your lesson to impress one of the girls in your class? "Rosenberg, Ruderson, Sanders, Sanchez, Somaz, Stevens, Summers, Thomas... Thomas."

Wait. No-one said anything.

"Edward Thomas," Walsh repeats. She shakes her head and continues. "Vargas, Vetter and Williamson."

Phew. She didn't notice I didn't call out. It's all good. I'm in the clear. I got away with it. Mental happy dance with me now!

"Professor Walsh," Someone calls. Wait, was that Red? "You didn't call out Evan's name."

DAUGHTER OF A BITCH!!!

Walsh looks to me. "Is your name on this list?" she asks me. The whole class turns and stares. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

"It should be," I offer. B's sat next to me looking at me through the corner of her eye, trying not to make direct eye contact.

Then it hits me! Like a flash of lighting, I get an idea!
"Oh!" I say, slapping my forehead. "My middle name is Eddie. That should have said, Evan Edward Thomas. You must have a fuc- screwed up register."

She seems to buy that and scribbles something down. Then she goes to pick up one of her books and turns to write on the board.

“Today class, I am going to introduce to you the ID.”

Phew, crisis averted! B gives me a quick smile. I smile back. She turns and looks back at the board. Ah, hell no. She's not going to get me revving and just leave me out to dry.

I grab some paper from the guy on the other side of me and scribble down a message. I pass it over to her. B waits for Walsh to turn her back to us and opens it.

She blushes and then giggles a little then she grabs her pen and writes something down. I take it and have a read.

'Wow, you have a filthy mind. Do you kiss your mother with those thoughts.'

Haha, no. But I screw you in them. I jot down some of those thoughts and include pictures. Though I think I'll save the nastier ones for later. Anyway, I'm in the middle of one featuring lots and lots of chocolate sauce, when the room goes silent. I look up and Walsh is staring right at me.

"Is there something you and Ms. Summers would like to share with the class, Mr. Thomas?"

B blushes about nine shades and I shake my head with a, "Nah."

"So then, what is that in your hand?"

"This?" I ask, then outta no-where this hand reaches out in front of me and snatches the paper. "Fuck!" I scream and everyone gasps as the guy takes it down to her. Hey, it's that dude I saved from a near concussion yesterday.
"I saved you, man!" I shout at him.

He looks at me as if to agree, but he still gives the note to Walsh. She reads it and her eyes near pop out of her head.

"Summers and Thomas see me after class," she yells.

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Everybody files out of Psych ‘til it’s just me, Buffy, Walsh and the stupid blonde guy left.

"So,” Walsh starts. “Would you like to tell me why you two are exchanging vile notes during my class?"

"I'm sorry," B says.

"No," I cut in. "Walsh... Professor... Sir-Ma'am. It was my fault."

"Oh I don't doubt that," she says. "But I would have hoped Miss Summers would have had better sense."

"What?" She was in on it too.

"Oh I know all about your type," she continues. "You think the world revolves around you and that you can do anything you want just because you're parents are paying for everything."

Now I'm getting pissed off. "Again, what? You don't even know me."

"Like I said, I know your type. Thomas wing or not, you're still just like everybody else here and will be treated as such. I want you to write a thousand word essay on the psychology of the idiotic behaviour that ensues when a man is in pursuit of a woman. You have a week after which you shall read it out in front of the class."

"Aw, man! For passing a note?"

"Would you rather I suspend you?" she asks me.

"Uh, yes," I tell her.

"Good, because I'm not going to and you now have five days."

"What?"

"Now two."

I go to speak again and B nudges me. I keep it zipped and just snarl at her.

"As for you Miss Summers," she says to Buffy. "My T.A. Riley over there has a very large pile of marking that he has to do today, which you are going to assist him with."

B nods, I seethe and Walsh tells us to get out. Buffy and I walk from the psych room.

"I'm real sorry," I tell her. "That was all my fault."

"Yes and I had plans for tonight," she snaps.

Oh, yeah. It's Tuesday, B usually patrols with Giles tonight.

"I'm sorry," I reply. "I-"

"Hi," the tall blonde guy interrupts. "I'm Riley. I'm sorry you had to be dragged into all of this-"

"Let's just go and get this over with," B says, walking away.

The dude follows her.

"I'll call you!" I shout after her. But she doesn't say anything. She just keeps walking away.

TBC...