Galway Girl [Closed]

[SolitareLee]

Bree straightened like a rod when she heard the man shout "encore," multiple times and extremely loudly.

She spun towards him, horror and a bit of fury, which only grew when she realized she recognized that voice.

It was that witch bastard from the library.

She fixed her eyes on him, narrowed, and then cracked her knuckles ominously. He was a professor, so she couldn't actually get away with punching him in the nose. ...Probably. Since he might recognize her, and he knew her name. She'd definitely get in trouble, and she couldn't risk her scholarship.

But she needed him to shut up. He was going to draw more attention, something she never needed. She headed towards him, fury in her steps. She could not actually hit him. She could not punch him, she could not kick him in the crotch, for three or four different reasons. She reminded herself of this several times.

She could maybe give him a fright, though.

She skidded to a halt a few inches from him, reaching up to grab the front of his stupid sweater and pull him down to be more level with her face.

"Catcalling on campus is extremely unprofessional behavior, Professor Jackson," she all but snarled. "For a moment there, I thought you were just a frat boy."