You Seem.. Familiar [Gabriel & Genevieve]

It was the start of the year. A new semester and a whole lot of new things to do. Well, some of them were going to be new but some where the same familiar things to Gabriel. Things he has been doing for the past 6 years or so. Teaching Literature was what Gabriel had always wanted to do, and now, now he was living his dream. He had made a name for himself, he was famous, smart, independent, the best. He had it all, someone would think.

But Gabriel had nothing, in reality.

Money and strength might be what provides you the best life, but Gabriel was empty. He was cold, only expressive when teaching. And even then, he was never.. emotional towards his students. He was a handsome young man, with women falling for him and he sure took advantage of that to fulfill his carnal needs, but it was simply that. Nothing more. Just a casual fuck.

Getting dressed in his suit, Gabriel smirked to himself as he thought of all these things. Surely, many of his female students would throw themselves at his feet, but Gabriel was not interested in mere students. Even if some of them were.. presentable, someone would say, he was not going to risk his career for them. There were many more women he could seduce.

Once he was ready, he grabbed his things and exited his office moving towards his class. He wondered whether this year was going to be better. But he had a feeling there would be something new.. something.. unique.

Walking into the classroom, Gabriel looked around, watching as the students started taking their seats, and going quiet. A smirk touched his lips at that. He was intimidating sure, but having that effect on people was.. good.

Placing his things aside, Gabriel got rid of his jacket and turned to the students. He hadn't prepared anything for their first lesson, but he was going to get to know them through a few things. A few questions actually.

"Good morning. Today I'd like to get to know you a bit. See if you are..," Gabriel made a pause, scanning the classroom with his eyes. "Fitting for this class."
A smirk touched his lips as he leaned against his office, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Terror made me cruel. I would like someone to tell me from which book this powerful quotes comes from. Along with your name."

"The quote is from Wuthering Heights."

Gabriel's eyes shot up to the source of the voice, and he felt himself being drawn to the face immediately. Who was she? She looked so... familiar but he couldn't place his head around it. It was a young woman. Her brown curls framing her face and her eyes, oh the way they were looking at him. She seemed so familiar but he just couldn't remember.

"My name is Genevieve, Genevieve Florente, but I prefer Neve... sir."

The name reminded him of nothing, and a part of him was saddened by that. But he could not show that he cared. Oh no. He surely had never met the girl before, and he was not going to act like a lost puppy. Gabriel didn't do that.

Clearing his throat, he pushed himself off of his office and nodded once at the student. His face expressionless and a cold stare met her eyes.
"Correct Miss Florente, but you preferences on your name are none of my concern."
He was sharp and straightforward, not caring whether he had offended the girl or not. Being kind was not his job.

"Now, moving on. Who would tell me who was the author of Les Misérables."
Gabriel was getting bored already, watching his class knowing nothing. It made him sick. Why would people decide to study Literature when they had no idea about it?

"Wasn't that Victor Hugo, Sir?"
Gabriel turned to face the blond on his left, her bright blue eyes staring at him seductively in a way it made Gabriel want to throw up. She was dressed as a hooker -Gabriel was not going to comment on it any longer- and made him wonder what exactly she believed she would achieve by this.

"That is correct Miss..?"

"Oh, you can call me anything you'd like, Professor."

A cold, empty stare met her heated one, and Gabrielle rolled his eyes. She couldn't be this stupid, could she?
"You wouldn't want me to come up with a name for you. It wouldn't be pleasant, believe me. And next time you come to my class, you better be dressed accordingly."

Gabriel watched the shock take over the blonde's face and his smirked to himself. How low were they willing to stoop?
Turning back to the class, Gabriel asked.
"Why did you pick this class? What makes you think you deserve to be here?"