The first day of school. There wasn't much to say about it other than it was probably the most dreaded day of the year.

A total of ten percent of the students were happy to get back to class, the rest were dragging their feet with half full lattes to class and sleeping on the desks. But within that ten percent was our Becky and her loaded bag slung over her shoulder. She, of course, was one of the first ones in the newly unlocked classrooms, primed and ready for anything. First up was Trigonometry, then Advanced English 2, World History then finally Psychology.

In the teachers' lounge, an exasperated "John Crowly" was being given a very boring pep talk by the chancellor along with all his fellow professors.

"-so guide these students with your mind, your teachings and with an open heart!" Jon's eyebrows shot up as the man's eyes rested on his. They soon broke their stare when Jon's glare became enough to stop a pouncing lion. "G-go on!" Stephen huffed, shooing them all out the door. As you can deduce, Jonathan was not one to be "shooed". Crossing his fingers, he hoped that the rest of the day would go better than the start. When he got to his door there was a number of students already crowding around it.

"-you hear what happened to the other one?"

"-some people say it was intentional"

"-you know who took his place?"

"-I hope he's better looking than-"

The chatter died as soon as he walked through the small crowd to unlock the door. Everyone's eyes bore into his back as he ushered them into the room. He could practically feel their minds making up stories and rumors to spread about him as soon as first hour passed, probably even during first hour. He hated cell phones.

As the rest of the class took their seats, he bit back the ridiculous nervousness and started the lecture.

He was right, according to all the whispers behind curved hands all day, the social media was booming. Not knowing what was being spread around; he thought a small part of him should care. But he didn't. Let it be good or bad, they wouldn't grow up to be anything worth remembering about from the way the drool puddles on his desks kept building. And sure as hell he wasn't cleaning them up.

Halfway through the day, Becky was trotting off happily to lunch at her favorite café, when a hurtling fireball in the form of Anita rammed into her back.

"Ack!" She choked out in surprise, struggling to get the monkey off her waist.

"Have you heard about the new professor?" Anita squealed.

"Ann, you know I don't keep up with that sort of th-"

"Are you kidding? It's been retweeted about a million times!"

"I don't care-" she started but a phone was shoved in her face before she could get the words out.

Becky huffed and bounced her friend on her back, scrolling through, uninterested at the posts gushing about him until she caught one that made her look twice.

'Becky had better get her gas mask ready, SCARECROWS ESCAPED! :D -Brittany'

She grimaced at the smiley at the end of the tweet with chagrin. What was there to be happy about? Well, this time he didn't know where she was, so she was safe.

"I don't have time for this; I need to get to lunch then my last class." Becky handed the phone back to her friend.

"What do you have?"

"Psychiatry." Anita's smile grew and she held on tighter to the taller girl's back.

"I have that class too!"

Becky was happy to have a friend in one of her classes finally.

"Well then let's go, shall we?" Anita dug her ankles into Becky's side as if urging her on.

"…I'm not giving you a piggyback ride."

"Oh come on, please?"

"…fine"

After her lunch of a simple hamburger ("I'm so jealous, you can eat whatever you want and stay thin as a twig!") Becky and Anita were finally off to their last class of the day. Just before walking in the door though, Becky put her down.

"I'm not carrying you into the class like that." Anita whined but gave it up when they came upon the gaggle of girls in front of the psychiatry classroom, tittering amongst themselves.

"What's the matter with them?" Becky murmured to her friend.

"Must be something about the professor."

"That's this class? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you of all people would know what went on at school!"

They pushed through them, all hanging around their phones like monkeys to bananas.

"-Laura says he's the ugliest!"

"-Oh, he's gorgeous!"

"-ick! I don't see what all the fuss is about, he looks like a Scarecrow!"

As they finally got past the boundary, Anita whispered to Becky "Told you so."

"Becky shrugged and looked around for the seat, not looking over to the teacher's desk yet. But the small movement was too much for her poor book bag, which split right down the middle. Anita bent down to help her get the fallen books but was pushed aside roughly as the stream of girls rushed in before the bell.

"Manners these days." She heard a smooth voice mumble to her right. Bending down, her head collided hard with another in front of her. Becky yelped in pain and held her head, looking up to see a man in his early thirties with shaggy reddish brown hair and ocean blue eyes behind circular glasses staring back at her in bewilderment.

He looked like he had seen a ghost! Becky blushed darker than she was and scrambled to pick up her books, scurrying to an open seat in the front row. Now she knew what they were talking about, and boy, they had been right on the most accounts. The new professor was, in their terminology, damn fine.

Jonathan went up to his podium trying to get over the extreme shock of seeing a girl he had obsessed over again, this time on his turf. Scarecrow was screaming at him from the edge of his brain;

"She's yours! MAKE HER YOURS!"

No! He fought against the tugging at his psyche and tore his gaze away from her.

"G-good afternoon class, welcome to Psychiatry."