A blonde stumbled through the door not long after the professor had, her bag slung over her shoulder and a<i>very </i>large cup of coffee with three shots of espresso in it. Her eyes rimmed in dark eyeliner her face otherwise bare. It was clear she was not a morning person... never had been. But Spencer never missed this class. Not even if she was puking green. She'd come to this course and then go back to her dorm. Which she planned to do this day; but she'd hang around after class a little like always. And see if she could get some<i>extra credit. </i>Every day she tried this and every day she failed.<br/><br/>~ flashback ~<br/><i>She'd followed him to his apartment after school last night. She couldn't help herself... she loved the way his stubble looked in the afternoon light, it was too bad he never looked at her that way. Spencer would have stayed longer at the apartment and gone to ring the bell but she chickened out and took off to her hangout around the corner. A little diner where she watched for him to go by, her fantasy being that he'd walk by, see her and buy her a piece of pie and a cup of coffee before taking her back to his apartment and then...taking her. But it never happened. Instead, she would drink coffee until she had to be back at the dorms, they'd been under curfew the last little while, no one knew why just that some girls were going missing and a couple were found dead.</i><br/>~ end flashback ~<br/><br/>Slumping into her seat, her legs extended into the front of the class, her booted feet relaxing her body slid down the chair so that she looked like she was laying down. Students around her gave her the dirtiest of looks for arriving<i>after </i>the teacher and then not even looking prepared, but they didn't realize she recorded the classes so she could study better while at the same time, listening to his voice over and over and over. "Get a life, would you? I'm here, I'm learning, I don't need you losers judging me on how I do it."<br/><br/>Spencer shook her head before turning so she was looking right at Professor Rye. After class, she intended to go back to her room and look at her bookcase which she'd turned into a kind of shrine for him. She had candid photos of him she took over the past couple months, some pictures printed off of social media, napkins and throw-away utensils he'd used, as well as some hair she'd collected from his desk, that matched perfectly with his. She was going to make a ring out of the hair once she had enough, she'd wear it always when it was completed. The blonde's eyes were slightly glazed over, a slight smile on her lips, she looked high but she wasn't. She just continued sipping her coffee, while thinking and waiting for class to start.