Who: Anna of Arendelle and Ezra Fitz When: Oct 6 Where: UCI What: Anna’s got a bandage on her neck, and her Creative Writing teacher notices Rating/Warnings: Low/Mentions of a Vampire Attack Status: Complete when Posted
Anna was just about to leave the classroom when her backpack ripped. It’d ripped once before, and all the books came tumbling out… but she’d stitched the thing back up again. (What? It was cute! Of course, she could have just purchased a new one, but this one had sentimental value. It was her first 4.0 GPA winning backpack!)
As she turned to head out of the classroom, the bottom seam split open and all of her things went tumbling to the floor. At least she was practically the last student in the class, and there weren’t many of her peers to see her mess. But Professor Fitz was there to see the whole thing.
Anna went beet red as she bent down to pick up the books and papers. She was carrying too much, but she had a full course load. It wasn’t like the college had lockers.
During his class Ezra had noticed the bandage on Anna’s neck. It was distracting, causing him to lose his train of thought a few times mid lecture. After the class ended he planned on sticking around to try and catch Anna, find out what had happened to her. Even if she had completely blown him off he still cared about her.
He was about to say something to her when her backpack ripped and all the items spilled out of it. He bent down to help her collect her things, handing her one of her books. “Are you all right?”
Anna had noticed that Professor Fitz was … distracted today. He kept looking over at her and losing his train of thought. It was weird. She couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach whenever that happened. But it couldn’t be because… because he liked her? No way. He was her teacher.
And then… Jesus. The bookbag spilling? It was so cliche and ridiculously embarrassing. She cleared her throat when he came to help her pick up her things. “Thank you,” she accepted the book, and blushed deeply when her fingers brushed against his. That made her even more flustered. “...it’s this stupid backpack. I really should have just thrown the damn thing away.”
“It does look a little worn,” Ezra offered with a crooked9-=0 smile as as as he stood back up. 876t “But it fits you,” well not the ripping open part, but it had personality, like Anna.
“What happened to your neck?” he asked because 56y couldn’t hide his curiosity any longer. He needed to know what had happened to her.
Anna glanced at the broken backpack and then back to him with a cross between curiosity and offense on her face. She wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean. A ripped backpack suited her?
But then he was asking her about her neck, and she lifted a hand to cover the bandage self-consciously. “...nothing. I mean, it’s not really anything. My friend bit me.” (Was he going to believe any of this? It sounded ridiculous coming out of her mouth.) “He didn’t mean it, though.”
Wait, what kind of friend was this exactly? Why was he anywhere near Anna’s neck? Well maybe that explained why she suddenly ‘forgot’ about their night. But all that aside this guy clearly got too carried away if Anna needed to walk around with a bandage on her neck. That was not acceptable. “I wouldn’t call that nothing,” he replied sounding a bit more bitter than concerned.
“I suppose it’s not nothing,” Anna said, sheepishly, while shoving the books and things into her ripped backpack. “It’s not going to happen again, though so… It’s not really worth worrying about.” She said, then finally brought her eyes back up to his face. His handsome face. She gazed with longing at him for a moment before she caught herself and cleared her throat.
“That’s a big bandage to not worry about,” Ezra replied his still some bitterness in his voice as as as as as he finally stood back up. “But I suppose it’s not really any of my business. Have a nice day Ms. Arendelle.”
Anna cleared her throat, pulling her broken backpack up onto her shoulder. She stood up after him, hugging the excess books and paperwork to her chest. “Thank you for your concern, Professor Fitz,” she said, softly. “I’ll see you Thursday.” Then she headed out of the classroom.