Analyse MeMature

"So your crush emailed."

"What?" I asked, distracted as I tried to understand a particularly difficult paragraph for criminal law. We were sitting in a study room in the library, where we could talk but still concentrate. Right now, Beth was not concentrating. 

"Your new crush, you know, Alex MacIntosh?"

"Shut up." I chuckled, still reading. "What did she say?"

"It's just a schedule of meetings to discuss the final report for the module. You're in there."

"I'd assume the whole class is," I rolled my eyes. "When am I?" 

"Tomorrow. At 12."

"Ugh. That's my lunch."

"You literally have an hour break. There's no way she'll be talking to you for that long. There's someone else scheduled ten minutes after you."

"Oh, good."

"You never know, she might give you a tongue lashing for speaking in the lecture."

"She can give me a tongue lashing when ever she wants," I smirked. 

"Ugh, I don't want to know about your fantasies. At this point I'll be begging you to go find someone else to use as stress relief."

"Shut up." I laughed again. "You know me, it's never serious. I just think she's hot, with a hot voice."

"I know, I know. But you also like a challenge, and what's a bigger challenge than a lecturer?"

"Well now that you mention it..." I chuckled. "Don't worry. She's hot, so what? I can restrain myself."

"Now that I'd love to see." She winked and I threw a pen at her. "Hey!"

"Well quit making it a big deal. And stop distracting me, I'm trying to study."

"Alright, alright, I'll leave it alone."

"Good."

***

My flat, that I share with Beth, is possibly the tidiest student flat you will ever see. Except for my room, which has strategic messes in it. I have to have a little organised chaos, or else I go crazy. 

"What do you want for dinner?" Beth asked from the kitchen. 

"It's my turn."

"Oh god."

"Oh shush, I'm an excellent cookist."

"While that may be true, you also create a spectacular mess."

"Which is why I love when it's my turn for the weekly cook. No cleaning for me."

"Such a slob."

"Clean freak."

"Good job one of us is." 

"True," I laughed. "Alright, so how about stir fry?"

"Sounds good."

"Brilliant."

***

"Come in." I opened the door to Alex MacIntosh's office, and slipped inside. "Hi, you must be my twelve o'clock?"

"Well that not my given name, but I'm sure I can make it work." I grinned. 

"Right, sorry." She shuffled through some papers and sighed. "I'm still moving everything in. Your name is..." She began scanning a paper and I took pity on her. 

"Lena."

"I don't remember a Lena on the list." She frowned, still scanning the page. 

"Short for Helena?"

"Oh... right." She straightened up and looked at me properly for the first time. "So, Lena. Tell me about your ideas for your final report."

Up close, she was damn pretty. I mean gorgeous. Bright blue eyes, and a soft tilt to her lips as she talked, with a little smile playing there. I kept my eyes on her for most of the presentation of my plan, to explore the criminal mind, and never once did she let her face give away anything. Typical psychologist. 

"So what are your plans after you've finished?" Alex asked as I packed away my notes. 

"Criminal psychologist. I want to work in prisons, help the women in there. And then I'm thinking I'll begin to help analyse behaviours to help catch criminals."

"So you're going from helping after the crime, to preventing it?" 

"I guess."

She studied me for a moment, her index finger reaching up to trace the bottom of her lip as she leant her chin on her hand. 

"Interesting."

"So do you psychoanalyse all your students, or am I special?" I grinned, because it makes me uncomfortable when people try to figure me out. I admitted that to myself a long time ago. 

"I'm not analysing you. But if you're going to work in a prison, you should know that they will try to get under your skin and learn everything they can."

"You sound like you speak from experience."

She didn't answer, just raised an eyebrow, and put her arm down on the desk. 

"Good session. If you need any help, don't hesitate to make an appointment."

"Thanks." I picked up my bag and went to leave. 

"You were one of the ones talking during my lecture yesterday, weren't you?"

I paused. Busted. 

"About the usefulness of the module? Yes."

"Was that all it was?" 

I smirked and tilted my head to the side. What's the harm in a little banter?

"What else would we have been discussing?"

She let out a little exhale of air as she grinned, and shook her head. 

"Any number of things I'm sure. But I'll take your word for it."

"Only because I'm not displaying any physical signs that I might be lying." I grinned. "See you next lecture." 

I walked out and met Simon, one of the guys from my course, down the hall. 

"Hey Simon, let me know if she tries to analyse you too." I chuckled. He laughed, shook his head, and carried on towards her door. 

"Interesting woman." I murmured to myself, before heading off to meet Beth and Raph for lunch.

The End

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