Fair warning, this will be a very slow story with many parts. There is no sex and barely anything sexy in part one, because I enjoy a little build up.
If you are interested in seeing where this goes, well, so am I.
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Ed Singer sat in the back of the lecture hall, his ear buds carefully hidden behind messy auburn hair. Even with the added noise of his music, he was barely keeping himself awake.
Eight thirty. It was eight thirty in the morning, and he had a splitting headache.
The professor was droning on about math or something, her hands gesturing wildly as she clicked through a presentation. Was this his math class? Glancing at the slides proved no help, as he winced at the bright white background, but upon reflection he was sure it was a Wednesday. This might as well have been a class on quantum mechanics, for as much as he was able to pay attention.