Fic: Educating Mr Snyder 2/? (NC-17)
Title: Educating Mr Snyder
Chapter: 2/?
Story Rating: Eventual NC-17
Fandom: As The World Turns
Pairing: Luke/Reid
Disclaimer: Luke and Reid aren't mine. Regrettably, Eric and Van aren't mine either. Life is cruel that way.
Summary: Okay, so this one time? sixtieshairdo and sexyscholar wrote this awesome fic after I mentioned that I was contemplating an AU!Luke/Reid fic with Reid as a brilliant, crusty English professor and Luke as his newest student - thanks to Daddy Grimaldi's hefty contribution to the university where he teaches. Anyway, after two months of writing it, I'm finally posting it.
Notes: Thank you all for such a brilliant response! Unfortunately, my broadband has utterly died on me this week so this has all been written on my iphone without any beta checking or anything. Be kind! Also, this is more of a filler chapter until the next but I hope you all like it!
Other Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
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Educating Mr Snyder (2/?)
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Cocking his head to the left, Luke Snyder tapped the top of his pen to his lip and silently mouthed what he had just written.
Telling himself that that would do, Luke turned another page in his notepad and, for the twelfth time that hour, darted his eyes to the clock on the lecture hall wall like it was a time bomb ticking down his fate.
9:57.
He chewed on his lip.
Three minutes. He had three minutes before class started and he still wasn’t anywhere near finished. Frankly, he didn't think he would ever be finished. A reading list of all the books he wouldn’t put in a metaphorical wastebasket? The professor might as well have asked him to jot down every book in the library.
Which, from the constant throb of his hand, Luke felt like he had just done.
Shaking his aching wrist and wincing as this only seemed to increase his cramp, Luke carried on scribbling every book he could think of as fast as he could.
For someone who loved writing as much as he did, Luke had never been so sick of the activity in his life.
“Sherlock Holmes fan, huh?”
Looking up at the sound of the voice, Luke was greeted by Noah Mayer's twinkling blue eyes and perfect white smile. A boy and a girl were standing on either side of the brunette but Luke hardly noticed them as his mouth responded back into a returning grin.
“Oh, hey,” he said, hating the shrill excitement in his voice and making a mental note to never talk at that pitch in public ever again.
Luckily, Noah didn’t seem to have noticed.
“Hey,” Noah replied with a casual grin, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He was wearing a Star Wars t-shirt under a short-sleeved shirt and his book bag had film quotes and badges all over it. He looked so endearingly dorky that Luke’s smile widened. “We were just talking about you.”
“You were?”
“Hell, yes!” said the fair-haired boy beside Noah enthusiastically, slipping next to Luke on the bench. Recognising him as the grinning guy who had winked at him in class the other day, Luke momentarily paused to gape at the size of his muscles. “Yesterday was masterful, my man. Like, seriously, I’ve got to shake your hand. You’re awesome. Luke, right?”
Tearing his eyes away from a bulging bicep, Luke looked at Noah, who simply rolled his eyes in his friend’s direction and sat down beside him.
“This is my roommate, Casey,” he elaborated but Casey had already begun to wring Luke’s hand with two of his own, his teeth blinding as he grinned.
“Dude, honestly, I’ve never seen anything that truly epic,” Casey said earnestly, still shaking Luke’s hand animatedly. “The balls you had to stick it to Oliver? You’re already a legend around campus, man.”
“I… well, I didn’t really 'stick it' to him…” Luke said, the words making his cheeks flame and his tongue tingle for reasons he couldn't explain. He pressed an incisor into the tip of his tongue to get the feeling back into it. "I guess... I just had an opinion."
"Yeah, but no one has an opinion in his classes," Noah explained, looking at Luke with that open admiration that Luke wasn't quite sure he deserved. "We have to like what he likes and we're only allowed to speak when we're spoken to. No one ever questions him."
Luke laughed a little disbelievingly at the sheer fear in Noah’s voice.
"Come on, he can't be that bad," he said doubtfully, unable to fathom why everyone was as terrified of the professor as they were. However, when several people turned around in their seats to stare at him as though he was stupid, Luke swallowed and looked awkward, shrinking into himself. "Er... but I guess I could be wrong?"
Luckily, Casey chose that moment to point at the notepad in front of Luke and loudly ask,
“Whoa, is that the assignment or a book, man? How many pages is that?”
“Er… seven,” Luke said, covering the papers with his hands a little sheepishly and looking uncertain. “Why… is that wrong?”
“Yes,” Casey said, nodding seriously. "Definitely not normal, bro."
“Don't say that,” said the girl standing on the other side of Noah, smacking Casey on the shoulder and throwing him an amused but reproachful look. “Just because you struggle writing a grocery list.” She then turned to Luke and smiled warmly. "I’m Maddie.”
She was dark haired and pretty and, were Luke like most guys his age, he would have used his seated position as the perfect vantage point to get a better look down her shirt. As it was, the thought didn’t even occur to him.
He smiled back at her.
“Hey.”
The auditorium door slammed open.
Someone in the room let out a squeak of terror and dove into the sanctuary of their seat.
If that didn’t indicate that the professor had arrived, Luke didn't think anything would.
Marching to the centre of the stage, Professor Oliver dropped his briefcase harshly on his desk, shucked out of his jacket and practically threw it on the back of the chair there with a foul look on his face.
“I’d apologise for being late but I don’t apologise,” he snapped bad-temperedly. Then holding up his index finger, as though making a point, “Just once, however, I would like to be able to drive in this village of the damned without being stuck behind nine-hundred year old corpses or pre-pubescents who can barely walk, let alone use a stick shift. But look who I’m telling. A room full of DUIs.”
Unbuttoning the cuffs of his white shirt, he then rolled up his sleeves, his watch huge on his thin wrist.
“Anyway,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb to compose himself, “if you haven’t already done so, leave your paltry assignments on my desk.”
Dropping his hand to rummage through a drawer, he pulled out an in-tray, plonked it on his desk and then looked up and stared at his students with exasperation.
“Seriously, are you all trying to annoy me? Now."
The class were immediately on their feet, groping for their assignments and nervously shuffling towards the desk Professor Oliver was standing beside. If they talked, they did so in hushed whispers and Luke briefly marvelled at everyone’s ability to place their assignments into the tray while still maintaining a substantial distance from the professor.
Standing behind Maddie as she anxiously placed a crisp sheet into the tray, Luke combined his papers together with a paperclip, scrawled his name on the top right-hand corner and placed them on top of the pile. He then headed back to the second row, feeling Professor Oliver’s gaze following him as he took his seat next to Noah.
He didn’t know why but Luke could feel himself blushing.
When the last of the students had placed their assignments on the desk (a particularly corpulent young girl who was trying not to look at the professor for fear she might faint) Professor Oliver gathered up the papers and pursed his thin lips. Skimming through them one after the other, he sorted them with the quick skill of a blackjack dealer.
He then let out a derisive noise.
"No," he scoffed at the first. "No." he sneered at the second. "Boring," he mocked the third. "Predictable," he yawned at the fourth. "Gulliver's Travels, Miss Coleman? I commend you for not ending your life after reading it.” He pulled out the next sheet. “Ridiculous.” And the next. “Juvenile.” And the one after that. “Are you mentally subnormal?”
And so he continued to shuffle through the submitted assignments, his lean fingers working so fast that Luke could barely see them. His expression was bored and unimpressed as he continued to give the class a running commentary.
"Moronic. Cliched. Boring. Fail-worthy. Jail-worthy. Unoriginal - The Cat in the Hat, Mr Hughes?" The professor briefly stopped to eye Casey over his glasses. Casey grinned unabashedly before yelling out "hey!" as Maddie elbowed him in the ribs.
Raising his brow, the professor carried on.
"No. No. Stupid. No..." He stopped at the next wad of papers he pulled out and stared at them blankly. He then looked up, looked directly at Luke and brandished the assignment at him like it offended him.
"Mr Snyder, exactly which part of ‘concise’ did you fail to understand?"
Oh, not again, Luke thought weakly as every eye turned to him again, including Noah and Maddie's. Even Casey, who was rubbing at his sore rib, gave him an expectant look.
Luke licked at his dry lips.
"I..." his voice cracked. He coughed then tried again. "Well, it’s just that I… I wouldn't really..."
"Some time this century, Mr Snyder," Professor Oliver yawned, tapping his watch with a clink clink! "Some of us have better things to do."
Luke swallowed hard.
"... I just," he took a deep breath, "I just really wouldn't throw any book away."
The silence that met this fell like a palpable blanket over the room. Luke couldn't see the 'he is so screwed!' notes being passed between the students but, if he could, he would have wholeheartedly agreed with them.
Professor Oliver looked astounded and stared at Luke as though he had suddenly grown an extra head. His mouth worked but nothing seemed to want to come out until he eventually managed,
"Virginia Andrews?"
Luke looked around at the other students for some sort of way to decipher this but, when he came up short, he turned back to the professor and asked,
"I'm sorry?"
"You can't possibly like anything written by that incest-obsessed, uncle-loving illiterate," the professor stated haughtily, waving his hand airily and turning away. “You’d throw her in the garbage. Anyone with a synapse in their brain would.”
"Actually, I think some parts of Flowers in the Attic are really interesting," Luke found himself saying before he could stop himself.
Professor Oliver snapped his head towards Luke so fast that Luke was sure he got whiplash. Reid Oliver then stared at Luke unblinkingly.
"Dan Brown?" he demanded.
Luke licked his lips and eyed the professor with slight trepidation.
"Er… some of the theories he shares are fascinating…?"
Professor Oliver made a sort of strangled noise.
"R.L. Stein?"
"He’s not too bad..."
" Stephanie Meyer?"
"Look," Luke said firmly, decidedly trying to ignore the way Casey was grinning at him, "I just… I mean... I think every book has some merit-"
"Well, I think you've failed this assignment," the professor cut across harshly, crushing the papers between his hands unfeelingly. They made a sickening crunch of a sound before he discarded the ball over his shoulder like it was trash. He then carried on as though nothing had happened. "No. Wrong..."
But Luke, his face burning, could no longer hear him.
He had failed. He had actually failed his first assignment.
He could feel Noah beside him throw him a sympathetic glance but Luke couldn't bring himself to look back.
He sat low in his chair for the rest of the lecture, ignoring the stares and whispers from the other students and wishing he would just disappear through the floor.
He had never felt so mortified - so embarrassed - in his whole life.
"That guy is such a dick," Casey commented the second they walked out of the lecture hall.
“Casey!” Maddie admonished but Casey just waved her cry off.
"What? He is. Seriously, man, I wouldn't be bummed out about it,” he said, turning to Luke. “He's like that with everyone."
"Yeah, but everyone didn't fail," Luke reminded him glumly. Casey simply clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Dude, look at the bright side. At least you don't have a stick up your ass."
Noah laughed as Luke let out a weak smile at this.
"I guess I could scare people out of their skin by just walking into a room," Luke agreed with a reluctant grin.
“And you’re not a douchebag.” Casey supplied helpfully. "That counts for something, man."
“Definitely not a douchebag,” Noah backed up, bumping Luke’s shoulder with his own. The small touch made Luke brighten up a bit.
“Yeah,” Luke said with some bravado, lifting his shoulders and smiling easily. “You’re right. So what if he fails me? At least I’m not a self-centred jerk with no friends, no life and no-"
"Hate to break up the party," came a sharp voice from behind them. Luke felt himself freeze as a warm breath hit the back of his neck. "But don't you all have other classes to fail?"
Cringing, Luke turned with slow dread.
Professor Oliver looked his reserved, rude self but Luke could swear he saw a brief flash of something cross his eyes. If he didn't know better, he would have called it hurt. The professor then blinked stonily behind his glasses and it was gone. "That, by the way, was your cue to leave."
He addressed the whole group but his eyes were on Luke who, as mortified as he was, couldn't bring himself to look away.
"Sorry, Professor," Casey said, trying to look chastised and failing miserably. "We'll go now."
"Good," Reid Oliver said stoically as he crossed his arms, eyes still burning into Luke.
Slapping his hands down on both Noah and Luke's shoulders, Casey happily steered them down the corridor until they were safely out of earshot. He then burst into laughter.
"Holy crap, do you think he heard you?"
Luke turned back. Professor Oliver was still standing there, his gaze hard and unreadable on Luke's. He then turned around and walked back into the lecture hall, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Yeah," Luke said, his throat dry. "He heard."
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Chapter: 2/?
Story Rating: Eventual NC-17
Fandom: As The World Turns
Pairing: Luke/Reid
Disclaimer: Luke and Reid aren't mine. Regrettably, Eric and Van aren't mine either. Life is cruel that way.
Summary: Okay, so this one time? sixtieshairdo and sexyscholar wrote this awesome fic after I mentioned that I was contemplating an AU!Luke/Reid fic with Reid as a brilliant, crusty English professor and Luke as his newest student - thanks to Daddy Grimaldi's hefty contribution to the university where he teaches. Anyway, after two months of writing it, I'm finally posting it.
Notes: Thank you all for such a brilliant response! Unfortunately, my broadband has utterly died on me this week so this has all been written on my iphone without any beta checking or anything. Be kind! Also, this is more of a filler chapter until the next but I hope you all like it!
Other Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
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Educating Mr Snyder (2/?)
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Cocking his head to the left, Luke Snyder tapped the top of his pen to his lip and silently mouthed what he had just written.
Telling himself that that would do, Luke turned another page in his notepad and, for the twelfth time that hour, darted his eyes to the clock on the lecture hall wall like it was a time bomb ticking down his fate.
9:57.
He chewed on his lip.
Three minutes. He had three minutes before class started and he still wasn’t anywhere near finished. Frankly, he didn't think he would ever be finished. A reading list of all the books he wouldn’t put in a metaphorical wastebasket? The professor might as well have asked him to jot down every book in the library.
Which, from the constant throb of his hand, Luke felt like he had just done.
Shaking his aching wrist and wincing as this only seemed to increase his cramp, Luke carried on scribbling every book he could think of as fast as he could.
For someone who loved writing as much as he did, Luke had never been so sick of the activity in his life.
“Sherlock Holmes fan, huh?”
Looking up at the sound of the voice, Luke was greeted by Noah Mayer's twinkling blue eyes and perfect white smile. A boy and a girl were standing on either side of the brunette but Luke hardly noticed them as his mouth responded back into a returning grin.
“Oh, hey,” he said, hating the shrill excitement in his voice and making a mental note to never talk at that pitch in public ever again.
Luckily, Noah didn’t seem to have noticed.
“Hey,” Noah replied with a casual grin, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He was wearing a Star Wars t-shirt under a short-sleeved shirt and his book bag had film quotes and badges all over it. He looked so endearingly dorky that Luke’s smile widened. “We were just talking about you.”
“You were?”
“Hell, yes!” said the fair-haired boy beside Noah enthusiastically, slipping next to Luke on the bench. Recognising him as the grinning guy who had winked at him in class the other day, Luke momentarily paused to gape at the size of his muscles. “Yesterday was masterful, my man. Like, seriously, I’ve got to shake your hand. You’re awesome. Luke, right?”
Tearing his eyes away from a bulging bicep, Luke looked at Noah, who simply rolled his eyes in his friend’s direction and sat down beside him.
“This is my roommate, Casey,” he elaborated but Casey had already begun to wring Luke’s hand with two of his own, his teeth blinding as he grinned.
“Dude, honestly, I’ve never seen anything that truly epic,” Casey said earnestly, still shaking Luke’s hand animatedly. “The balls you had to stick it to Oliver? You’re already a legend around campus, man.”
“I… well, I didn’t really 'stick it' to him…” Luke said, the words making his cheeks flame and his tongue tingle for reasons he couldn't explain. He pressed an incisor into the tip of his tongue to get the feeling back into it. "I guess... I just had an opinion."
"Yeah, but no one has an opinion in his classes," Noah explained, looking at Luke with that open admiration that Luke wasn't quite sure he deserved. "We have to like what he likes and we're only allowed to speak when we're spoken to. No one ever questions him."
Luke laughed a little disbelievingly at the sheer fear in Noah’s voice.
"Come on, he can't be that bad," he said doubtfully, unable to fathom why everyone was as terrified of the professor as they were. However, when several people turned around in their seats to stare at him as though he was stupid, Luke swallowed and looked awkward, shrinking into himself. "Er... but I guess I could be wrong?"
Luckily, Casey chose that moment to point at the notepad in front of Luke and loudly ask,
“Whoa, is that the assignment or a book, man? How many pages is that?”
“Er… seven,” Luke said, covering the papers with his hands a little sheepishly and looking uncertain. “Why… is that wrong?”
“Yes,” Casey said, nodding seriously. "Definitely not normal, bro."
“Don't say that,” said the girl standing on the other side of Noah, smacking Casey on the shoulder and throwing him an amused but reproachful look. “Just because you struggle writing a grocery list.” She then turned to Luke and smiled warmly. "I’m Maddie.”
She was dark haired and pretty and, were Luke like most guys his age, he would have used his seated position as the perfect vantage point to get a better look down her shirt. As it was, the thought didn’t even occur to him.
He smiled back at her.
“Hey.”
The auditorium door slammed open.
Someone in the room let out a squeak of terror and dove into the sanctuary of their seat.
If that didn’t indicate that the professor had arrived, Luke didn't think anything would.
Marching to the centre of the stage, Professor Oliver dropped his briefcase harshly on his desk, shucked out of his jacket and practically threw it on the back of the chair there with a foul look on his face.
“I’d apologise for being late but I don’t apologise,” he snapped bad-temperedly. Then holding up his index finger, as though making a point, “Just once, however, I would like to be able to drive in this village of the damned without being stuck behind nine-hundred year old corpses or pre-pubescents who can barely walk, let alone use a stick shift. But look who I’m telling. A room full of DUIs.”
Unbuttoning the cuffs of his white shirt, he then rolled up his sleeves, his watch huge on his thin wrist.
“Anyway,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb to compose himself, “if you haven’t already done so, leave your paltry assignments on my desk.”
Dropping his hand to rummage through a drawer, he pulled out an in-tray, plonked it on his desk and then looked up and stared at his students with exasperation.
“Seriously, are you all trying to annoy me? Now."
The class were immediately on their feet, groping for their assignments and nervously shuffling towards the desk Professor Oliver was standing beside. If they talked, they did so in hushed whispers and Luke briefly marvelled at everyone’s ability to place their assignments into the tray while still maintaining a substantial distance from the professor.
Standing behind Maddie as she anxiously placed a crisp sheet into the tray, Luke combined his papers together with a paperclip, scrawled his name on the top right-hand corner and placed them on top of the pile. He then headed back to the second row, feeling Professor Oliver’s gaze following him as he took his seat next to Noah.
He didn’t know why but Luke could feel himself blushing.
When the last of the students had placed their assignments on the desk (a particularly corpulent young girl who was trying not to look at the professor for fear she might faint) Professor Oliver gathered up the papers and pursed his thin lips. Skimming through them one after the other, he sorted them with the quick skill of a blackjack dealer.
He then let out a derisive noise.
"No," he scoffed at the first. "No." he sneered at the second. "Boring," he mocked the third. "Predictable," he yawned at the fourth. "Gulliver's Travels, Miss Coleman? I commend you for not ending your life after reading it.” He pulled out the next sheet. “Ridiculous.” And the next. “Juvenile.” And the one after that. “Are you mentally subnormal?”
And so he continued to shuffle through the submitted assignments, his lean fingers working so fast that Luke could barely see them. His expression was bored and unimpressed as he continued to give the class a running commentary.
"Moronic. Cliched. Boring. Fail-worthy. Jail-worthy. Unoriginal - The Cat in the Hat, Mr Hughes?" The professor briefly stopped to eye Casey over his glasses. Casey grinned unabashedly before yelling out "hey!" as Maddie elbowed him in the ribs.
Raising his brow, the professor carried on.
"No. No. Stupid. No..." He stopped at the next wad of papers he pulled out and stared at them blankly. He then looked up, looked directly at Luke and brandished the assignment at him like it offended him.
"Mr Snyder, exactly which part of ‘concise’ did you fail to understand?"
Oh, not again, Luke thought weakly as every eye turned to him again, including Noah and Maddie's. Even Casey, who was rubbing at his sore rib, gave him an expectant look.
Luke licked at his dry lips.
"I..." his voice cracked. He coughed then tried again. "Well, it’s just that I… I wouldn't really..."
"Some time this century, Mr Snyder," Professor Oliver yawned, tapping his watch with a clink clink! "Some of us have better things to do."
Luke swallowed hard.
"... I just," he took a deep breath, "I just really wouldn't throw any book away."
The silence that met this fell like a palpable blanket over the room. Luke couldn't see the 'he is so screwed!' notes being passed between the students but, if he could, he would have wholeheartedly agreed with them.
Professor Oliver looked astounded and stared at Luke as though he had suddenly grown an extra head. His mouth worked but nothing seemed to want to come out until he eventually managed,
"Virginia Andrews?"
Luke looked around at the other students for some sort of way to decipher this but, when he came up short, he turned back to the professor and asked,
"I'm sorry?"
"You can't possibly like anything written by that incest-obsessed, uncle-loving illiterate," the professor stated haughtily, waving his hand airily and turning away. “You’d throw her in the garbage. Anyone with a synapse in their brain would.”
"Actually, I think some parts of Flowers in the Attic are really interesting," Luke found himself saying before he could stop himself.
Professor Oliver snapped his head towards Luke so fast that Luke was sure he got whiplash. Reid Oliver then stared at Luke unblinkingly.
"Dan Brown?" he demanded.
Luke licked his lips and eyed the professor with slight trepidation.
"Er… some of the theories he shares are fascinating…?"
Professor Oliver made a sort of strangled noise.
"R.L. Stein?"
"He’s not too bad..."
" Stephanie Meyer?"
"Look," Luke said firmly, decidedly trying to ignore the way Casey was grinning at him, "I just… I mean... I think every book has some merit-"
"Well, I think you've failed this assignment," the professor cut across harshly, crushing the papers between his hands unfeelingly. They made a sickening crunch of a sound before he discarded the ball over his shoulder like it was trash. He then carried on as though nothing had happened. "No. Wrong..."
But Luke, his face burning, could no longer hear him.
He had failed. He had actually failed his first assignment.
He could feel Noah beside him throw him a sympathetic glance but Luke couldn't bring himself to look back.
He sat low in his chair for the rest of the lecture, ignoring the stares and whispers from the other students and wishing he would just disappear through the floor.
He had never felt so mortified - so embarrassed - in his whole life.
"That guy is such a dick," Casey commented the second they walked out of the lecture hall.
“Casey!” Maddie admonished but Casey just waved her cry off.
"What? He is. Seriously, man, I wouldn't be bummed out about it,” he said, turning to Luke. “He's like that with everyone."
"Yeah, but everyone didn't fail," Luke reminded him glumly. Casey simply clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Dude, look at the bright side. At least you don't have a stick up your ass."
Noah laughed as Luke let out a weak smile at this.
"I guess I could scare people out of their skin by just walking into a room," Luke agreed with a reluctant grin.
“And you’re not a douchebag.” Casey supplied helpfully. "That counts for something, man."
“Definitely not a douchebag,” Noah backed up, bumping Luke’s shoulder with his own. The small touch made Luke brighten up a bit.
“Yeah,” Luke said with some bravado, lifting his shoulders and smiling easily. “You’re right. So what if he fails me? At least I’m not a self-centred jerk with no friends, no life and no-"
"Hate to break up the party," came a sharp voice from behind them. Luke felt himself freeze as a warm breath hit the back of his neck. "But don't you all have other classes to fail?"
Cringing, Luke turned with slow dread.
Professor Oliver looked his reserved, rude self but Luke could swear he saw a brief flash of something cross his eyes. If he didn't know better, he would have called it hurt. The professor then blinked stonily behind his glasses and it was gone. "That, by the way, was your cue to leave."
He addressed the whole group but his eyes were on Luke who, as mortified as he was, couldn't bring himself to look away.
"Sorry, Professor," Casey said, trying to look chastised and failing miserably. "We'll go now."
"Good," Reid Oliver said stoically as he crossed his arms, eyes still burning into Luke.
Slapping his hands down on both Noah and Luke's shoulders, Casey happily steered them down the corridor until they were safely out of earshot. He then burst into laughter.
"Holy crap, do you think he heard you?"
Luke turned back. Professor Oliver was still standing there, his gaze hard and unreadable on Luke's. He then turned around and walked back into the lecture hall, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Yeah," Luke said, his throat dry. "He heard."
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