⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— ; “The call had to have come from the copycat killer.” — With each word will spoke, he had you hanging on every word from his lips, honing your attention on him solely.

Your career of being an FBI Investigator was your motivation for attending these classes in the beginning of the year. But your professor took that place. He was such an intelligent man, and his attractiveness complimented his brains, that you couldn’t do anything but admire him from the sidelines.

You had to buy numerous packs of pens due the tops being chewed up with you chewing them during your daydreams about him. His personable looks had you captivated, focused on the wrong things at times. The corner pages of your journal had Will’s and your initials together with a heart framing them.

“Class dismissed.” Will turns the projector off, the students filing out the room. He turns his back to you, flipping through his binder, mumbling to himself about the open case he’s investigating.