“Age means nothing, you know that - right? They’re probably just frustrated that their classes aren’t nearly as popular as yours, and they’re not half the professor that you are.” She stated it as though it was fact - which her mind it was, although she might have been biased. A small smile spread across her face as he stepped closer. She might have been scared of getting caught, but there was something about it that made it exciting. “Underneath it?… Well, wouldn’t you like to know?” she whispered, a devilish smile on her face.

“I know its just tiring being the one they all pick on when their ideas are so ancient. Like I understand religion is an old thing, but they won’t even be a bit flexible when new ideas or stories come up.” Elijah said shaking his head. Taking the hem of his hoodie in his fingers, he gently lifted it up just enough to see what was under it, “I really would.” He grinned nodding like a teenage boy. 

Libby smiled as the last person walked out of the door, watching as Elijah walked over to make sure that it had shut properly behind them. “Well, you see, I wanted know if I could write about the fact that I spent today’s class wondering what had upset my professor,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. Though they had only been together for six months, Libby knew him well enough to realise that something was on his mind. “Oh, and also I wanted to know if this was more in line with your dress code than what I normally wear.” Gesturing to the hoodie of his that she was wearing instead of the outfits she’d tried to tease him with before, she gave him a knowing smile.

Breaking his smirk into a smile, Elijah kissed the top of her head, “The people I work with are assholes that think my age makes me inferior to them.” He said answering the question that lingered under her words. Letting the hand that was on her cheek trail down to the hem of the hoodie she was wearing, he stepped closer as if someone could hear the walls and whispered, “It depends on whats underneath it.” 

Libby had been staying at Elijah’s for over a week now. It was nice, it felt comfortable being in a routine. She made it to class before he did, and as usual she sat in the front - straight in his eyesight. Every now and again she’d dress up for his class, just to put him on edge. But today she’d opted for one of his hoodies that she’d stolen out of his closet after he had left for the day. As he walked into the classroom, Libby could notice how tense he was. She made a note to talk to him about it later, but for now she flashed him a knowing smile. As the class progressed, she continued to catch his eye - probably focusing more on him than what he was actually talking about.

His class ended pretty promptly, and everyone else seemed to race out of the door. Libby, however, lingered behind - walking up to his desk. “Professor Abrams, do you think I could talk to you about the assignment maybe?” she asked, smiling.

During the lesson he would keep his glances on Libby quick and sneaky has he would scan the class. The last week was something new to the lone wolf and he didn’t know what he would do not having the blonde in bed with him at night. Usually he would have to try to ignore her during class due to the temptation to not call class early just to get his hands on her, but she was in his hoodie and all he wanted to do was kiss her. Elijah finished class with an easy assignment of just writing a paragraph about how today’s class made you feel and quickly ushered them out.

Turning his computer off and packing him, the teacher looked up with a small smirk, on his face, “Depends on what kind of help you are looking for?”  Elijah asked moving around his desk checking to make sure the door was closed before moving a loose hair behind her ear. 

Elijah was one of the younger professors on campus which had both its pros and cons. The students enjoyed that he understood how to use a computer properly and they paid attention to him, but the older teachers always scolded and belittled him whenever they could. And that is exactly why, he wasn’t in the best mood today. The religious department that he worked in was full of older set-minded people that made him want to claw his eyes out. Pulling up his lesson on the board, his class was already full at the sight of Libby he could feel himself calm down a plus he noticed since they started dating. Clapping his hands together with the little excitement he had, “Alright class today we are talking about...” and then continued to speak about the lesson.

[ELIJAH ABRAMS] is the son of [ARTIE ABRAMS] and is currently [TWENTY-FIVE]. They grew up in [ALANTA, GA] and moved to New York City [TEN YEARS AGO]. They are known to be very [UN-EMPATHETIC AND ARROGANT] but can also be [A MOTIVATOR AND INFLUENTIAL]. The word on the street is that they’re [ON THE SPECTRUM OF A BEING LABELED A SOCIOPATH]. Around the city they are known as [THE DILIGENT] but many confuse them with [DYLAN O'BRIEN].