Chapter Three

Von’s pov

I looked at who it was and was faced with a small man, he was staring at me with widen eyes and from the look on his face, he was scared of me. I wouldn't blame him though, I don't really look friendly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed, I watched as he stumbled backward making me want to laugh at his short self, how tall is he? 5 foot?. I watched as his eyes moved everywhere trying to avoid looking at me. He's practically almost shaking like those constantly shaking dogs, I forgot its name.

I just stared at him with a mix of surprise and annoyance, this short man is cute but I wasn't in the mood for that. "Watch where you're going, shorty" I spoke out, my tone low and deep. My heart hurts and I really don't want to attend that class.

I watched him shy away from what I guess is embarrassment and I don't blame him, I'm not really making it a comfortable place for him but do I care? No.

"I'm really sorry," he repeated "I wasn't paying attention." He tried to make amends but I just stared him down making him let out a squeaky sound and fidget with his hands.

He's beautiful, I won't lie, he's short, dark skinned and he had a really young face, he had to be 19 at least or 21 at the most, his small thin body looked at bit feminine, his skin looked smooth, like he took care of it very well. His hair was cut low and his hands...my eyes moved to his hands, they were slender and nice to look at. Just looking at him makes me imagine what I could to him If he was mine. I can just imagine designing his clear looking skin with marks, marks of pleasure. I looked at his brown eyes, his brown eyes that would stare at me pleading with me to let him cum. But let me not get ahead of my self. I shook my head away from those thoughts. I turned my head and kept staring at the elevator waiting for it to open.

I've never seen him before though, maybe he's new?, but then again I moved here 2 years ago and I honestly don't know what any of these neighbors look like. Well except a certain neighbor who always stares at me every time with fuck me eyes, she can look but I'm never hitting that. "You're done staring?" I asked him annoyed and irritated as I felt him still staring at me.

"I'm sorry." He rushed out, i just nodded not caring for his apology.

"I'm...uh...Dylan," I heard him introduced himself, but did I ask for that?

"And I care why?" I asked me a bit annoyed, why is he talking to me, my head is pounding and as light and calming as his voice is,, it's still irritating to hear right now.

We stood there for a moment, finally there's silence. Hopefully he doesn't talk any more because I was enjoying the silence and by the way he looks like he's about to pee his pants, I'm really enjoying that too. But my face soften a bit, he's really scared shitless for no reason and as much as I'm in a sour mood, it's not really his fault. So I had no reason taking my frustration on him.

So instead I just started walking to the elevator when I saw it opened.

"You're just going to stand there and wait for the next neighbor to annoy?" I asked him as I stepped into the elevator, I watched his petite self try to come up with words to say. It was like he was arguing with himself internally.

"I....i" was what came out of his mouth, making me let out a little laugh. He's cute.

"You....you" i mimicked, the door was about to close so i immediately held it back opened, making the doors slide open again, waiting for him to walk inside.

"Get in" i ordered making him jump in fear and rush inside the elevator.

The door closed and i pressed the ground floor. I felt him try not to stare at me, and that kind of boosted my ego. So he did find me attractive?. That's refreshing to know.

We rode the elevator in silence, which was disturbed by his loud gulping of his saliva, why is he so paranoid and jumpy. Im not going to hurt you so calm down. I stared at him, he was moving his head everywhere, looking at everything and trying to avoid my eyes.

Finally we reached the ground floor and we both stepped out of the elevator.

"Sorry again." He rushed out bidding me good bye and rushing to his car.

I walked over to mine and started driving away.

He's an interesting man. Hopefully I see him around.

.....

I was walking to my class when I saw him, through the huge window of the art class. There he was standing nervously while talking to his students.

I just know he's stumbling over his words in there. I laughed as I watched him try to talk to his students who looked like they could either not care for the class or were just too amused with the small man who just declared he was their teacher.

I watched him for a bit as he taught them, the way he moved, how tensed he looked yet had a relaxed look on his face, maybe trying to show his students he was comfortable with them.

As I stared at him, something came to mind....

He's a lecturer?

Wait, that small man is a lecturer?

That 19 year old is teaching at my university?

Teaching?

How old is this small man.

"Come on man, let's get to

Class, you've been staring for a while now" I heard beside me, making me look to my left and there standing was my best friend, Aaron.

We've been friends since I fought some bullies in high school, who were trying to beat him up for being "too feminine".

Yes he didn't look like your average guy. He wore make up sometimes, painted his nails but he was still very much a man and now he could beat you up, after the many lessons I gave him in self defense.

"Lets gooooo" he dragged me away from the sight of the small man who just so happen to have fascinated me.

I need to know about him now.