Chapter Four
"Good morning, class!" Professor Steinman boomed.
Spitballs kept on flying.
Boing! One point for Krauser VS. Steinmann.
"If you want to stay in the classroom and get through university, you all better PAY ATTENTION!!!" He banged on the desk three times. Everyone scurried back into their seats.
Professor Steinmann frowned at the class inwardly. This had been his seventh year of teaching at Johann Wolfgang Goethe Universität. He recalled coming here as a twenty-nine-year old, looking for a job in teaching Biology and Psychology. Class has always been a chaos, especially this one. There is always and odd-one-out in the class, and this time, it's Larry Ericsson's turn.
Steinmann sighed deeply. He liked that kid. He's one hard-working helluva fella. 'This is going to be a really long day for him...' He sighed again and began his lesson.
"Today, we are going to talk about 'The Attraction of the Same Sex'," Larry groaned and slid further into his seat.
"Hey! Larry the Lesbierin surely knows about this all!" A burst of laughter erupted from the whole class.
'Oh no! This is going to be a really long day!' Larry wished that he could just disappear right now.
Suddenly, the door slammed open. A girl walked in. Everyone turned their heads.
"I'm sorry, Professor. Traffic jam," she panted. Her rosy cheeks shone.
Steinmann was baffled. First by her sudden appearance, then by her eyes. 'This girl has the most amazing eyes! What are their color?' He greeted her numbly.
"You must be new," he recollected himself, offering his hand. "Why don't you take a seat and make yourself comfortable?"
The girl scanned the room quickly for an empty seat. She finally spotted one. She strode down the third aisle, stopped beside the empty table next to Larry Ericsson. Everyone held their breath. She pulled out the chair and gracefully sat down.
Everyone was shocked. No one sits next to Larry Ericsson, let alone a girl as gorgeous as that!
Krauser the Anti-Larry gave Ericsson a deadly stare. 'You are gonna get it! You Lesbierin!' he gritted his teeth.
"Hi! My name is Tanya Winter-Sager. What's yours?" Larry was speechlesss. No one had ever spoken a word to him after that incident.
"Uh, was geht? I'm N-" he caught himself within the split of a second, "Larry!" Tanya flashed him a brilliant smile. Larry nearly melted. He might have seen a lot of beautiful girls in his life as a Backstreet Boy, but they pale in comparison to Tanya.
'Woah! I nearly lost it!' he signed of relief. 'Five years and I still tripped over "my name"! But then, hey! This might not be a bad day at all!"