Spencer Hastings makes shockingly bad choices. (ctrl_a) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-09-30 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ezra fitz, spencer hastings |
Who: Ezra Fitz and Spencer Hastings
When: September 30
Where: Professor Fitz’s Office at UCI
What: Meeting with teacher
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete when posted
Spencer was settling in to her Internship at Stark Industries, but getting back into the swing of College Life was a bit more difficult. She had a lot of teachers to meet, a lot of homework to catch up on. The full load was heavy, even without having missed the first couple days of class.
So she was going to meet her new English Teacher. She stopped in front of the office door for Professor Ezra Fitz, and knocked. It was three, quick, loud taps on the wooden door. He was sure to hear, if he was in--which he should be. This was during his posted office hours, anyway.
Ezra was in his office grading papers. He had a lot of them these days. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was assigning his students quite the full load of work, but he needed something to keep his mind off the fact that he couldn’t write his novel. And the whole Anna situation but he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about that or her at all.
He had just finished going through essays for one of his English classes and was about to move on to the short stories for his Creative Writing class when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” he called looking up from the stack of papers and then he froze.
Holy shit.
Was that Spencer Hastings? First Hanna, now Spencer? What was with everyone from his dreams showing up? Was Aria going to be next? His face paled at the thought.
“What can I do for you?” he asked clearing his throat in an attempt to regain his composure.
So, the English teacher looked pale and nervous at the sight of her. Spencer stepped into the office a little cautiously, but she was Spencer Hastings. She could handle this. It was just an introduction, a brief apology, and asking if there was anything she needed to do to catch up in class.
“Hi, I’m Spencer Hastings,” the brunette said as she stepped forward and offered a hand. “I’m signed up for your English class, and I’m afraid I missed the first couple classes. It was unavoidable, but I want to assure you it will not happen again.”
Ezra knew who she was before she even said her name. She was all over his dreams. Not quite as much as Aria, but his dreams pretty much revolved around all of them. He had no doubt that she wouldn’t be missing any more classes. At least not if she was anything like the Spencer from his dreams.
“And, uh, do you want to tell me why you missed the first few classes?” he wasn’t quite as stern with her as he had been with other students lately. Whether she knew it or not, he felt a sort of comradery with her.
She definitely didn't know anything about a comradery between them, but Spencer thought the teacher was intriguing. Young and handsome, with an interesting look. Why was he so pale and nervous? If he was a green teacher, maybe that explained it.
"I was supposed to go to Stanford, but there was a clerical error and my admission was revoked. So I've spent the last couple weeks moving to and from Palo Alto." She explained. She wasn't going to give him any more information than that. Sorry. She was a liar, after all. "What sorts of assignments will I need to do to make up for missing classes?"
She certainly seemed a lot like the Spencer he knew from his dreams. It was a lot to take in. Who else from those dreams existed? As long as Aria didn’t show up he supposed he could handle anything. Or A. He wouldn’t be a fan of A showing up either.
“Most of my classes have papers due tomorrow,” he informed her though he supposed he should have figured out exactly which class Spencer was in but his brain wasn’t functioning properly at the moment. “I trust you can do the reading and get the paper turned in by your first class? Everything is on the online syllabus. Or do you need a week extension?”
Spencer pulled out her phone to look up the syllabus. Her fingers flew like lightning against the smooth glass surface as she considered his question. She had a couple of other assignments, but all of her other teachers assumed that she needed the extension, and gave it to her before asking. She thought the challenge of doing the reading, research, and writing a paper in one night might be a nice change. She did have his class the next day.
“Oh, you’re reading Bad Seed? Sure, I can get something written for my first class. How long is the paper due?” That part wasn’t on the syllabus.
She certainly didn’t waste any time. Another thing he already knew about her from the dreams. It was starting to freak him out a bit. “Five pages,” he replied choosing to just focus on her questions. “I look forward to reading it Ms. Hastings.”
“Thank you, Professor Fitz. I will see you in class.” She gave him a warm smile, then turned to head out of his office. She had a lot of reading to do.