Anna might be (elatedorgassy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-09-29 14:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anna of arendelle, ezra fitz |
Who: Anna of Arendelle and Ezra Fitz
When: Sept 29
Where: UCI
What: Creative Writing Class, Professor Fitz is a jerk and Anna doesn’t know why
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Anna wasn’t sure why her Creative Writing teacher had been such a… well, a grump? Lately. There had been so many assignments over the first week of class, she was swimming in homework. Not just in this class, but in others as well. It’d kept her busy, kept her mind off the crush she’d been developing on her teacher. Which was good. And his attitude in class was… well, she knew this couldn’t possibly be him. There must have been something else going on. But it wasn’t her place to ask.
She shifted her weight in her desk, waiting for the class to officially start. She’d been late once before, and that was a huge mistake. Professor Fitz called her out on it, and she was embarrassed in front of the whole class. She didn’t want a repeat of that conversation.
Ezra wasn’t handling what had happened with Anna in the most mature way. He was piling a lot of work on his students, but it kept him distracted, not just from the Anna situation but from the fact that he still wasn’t writing. However having Anna in one of his classes was frustrating. It wasn’t the most mature thing, but he didn’t want to have to see or deal with her. If she wanted to pretend like nothing that happened that was fine, she should have dropped his class too, then.
He was in the middle of telling the class about haikus, which was leading to their next assignment, when Anna started fiddling in her seat and caught his attention. “Ms. Arendelle,” he called on her without her raising her hand. “How many syllables are in a haiku?”
Anna jumped a little when he said her name. It was like poisoned honey coming from his lips. Huh. Poisoned honey. She should put that in a poem. Maybe it’d win some points? She thought things were going well between them--they’d had a nice time at the poetry reading, she thought, though she ended up pretty tipsy, and now she was embarrassed that her professor had to give her a ride home. Maybe he was angry about that still?
“I’m sorry, what was the question?” She asked, now going a little pink at the fact that everyone in the classroom was looking straight at her.
Again, why was she in this class? She clearly wasn’t paying attention if she couldn’t answer a simple question. And why did she have to look so adorable when she blushed like that? No. Focus on the class. “Maybe you should try paying attention,” he snapped calling her out on inability to answer.
Another student raised their hand and Ezra called on them instead. “Good job, Ms. Jones,” he replied when he answered the question correctly. “At least some of you pay attention to me,” he said it light heartedly as if he was cracking a joke, and some of the class even laughed, but it was an obvious dig at Anna.
“I was just--” Anna mumbled, but Professor Fitz turned to another student in the class for the answer. Oh. So, that was the question. She really hadn’t… she’d been staring off into space, thinking about the poetry reading, the weird text messages… trying to put the pieces together about the Professor she was insane about.
Anna smiled a small, awkward, sheepish smile, but the red blush on her cheeks was all the evidence anyone needed. She was embarrassed. Her gaze dropped to the desk in front of her.
Of course Ezra noticed the way her blush deepened and that she couldn't seem to look at him. He didn't understand her. At all. She had wanted to keep the student teacher relationship. That was precisely what he was doing. The least she could do was pay attention.
He decided to call on her again. "And what is the most common theme in haikus? Ms. Arendelle?"
“Um… nature?” Anna asked, lifting her head once more to look up and over at him. She could feel her cheeks burning, and she was really glad that Caroline wasn’t here. She wouldn’t hear the end of it if she was.
“Correct,” he replied his voice stern, clearly not pleased that she had got the answer correct. He moved on to another student ignoring Anna completely. He didn’t even bother to look her direction anymore. It was just going to anger him.
Anna shrank down in her chair, trying to pretend like she wasn’t there. She kept her eyes on the desk, listening to the rest of class, then frowned and turned her gaze back up to the white board in the front of the classroom when Professor Fitz assigned the homework.
“That’s it. I’ll see you all Thursday. Don’t forget to bring your haikus,” he had assigned three of them for each student to write. It was better than his ten thousand word story for the first week, at least. With that he walked out of the room not giving Anna the students a chance to come up to him.