A/N: This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it’s too long for that. There’s too much story to tell and it’s far too important to me for it to told in anything less than three parts. I’m not sure how it’s going to be recieved and so I’m not certain if I’ll be uploading this onto Ao3 or FFN just yet. Maybe when it’s all done.
This first part is gifted to @itssoweirdyoureher on her birthday. Happy birthday, Rachel.
I’m so incredibility lucky to call you my friend and honorary co-parent to our castle kids.
The first time she spots him is actually because he spots her first.
It’s a Tuesday afternoon and she’s sitting in the back of a nearly empty classroom, chewing nervously on the end of her pen, when her nerves over public speaking are interrupted by a stupidly fit bloke coming to a full halt in the doorway.
And, really, the whole thing is terribly odd. but what she finds the most difficult to believe is that the boy has stopped apparently at the sight of her.
Which is difficult to understand. Unless of course she’s burst through her pen and managed to get ink all over her face which, honestly, would be just her dumb luck.
But he’s not looking at her as though she’s got ink dribbling from her mouth.
Instead he’s looking at her as though she’s the top of a Ferris wheel. As though she’s the brightest thing in the room.
And she feels it then, there in the moment her emerald eyes lock with his hazel in question. The jolt of electricity that shoots through her body. As though she’s been held underwater for so long and brought up for air. As though her heart is about to burst out of her chest. As though something within the universe has shifted. Clicked. Formed together.
And it takes the clearing of her professor’s throat, the unashamed smirk of the boy in the doorway flashing in her direction, and the trickling of time for her to realize what it could possibly mean.
Love, she thinks. Fucking hell. I’m in love.