Aw man, I remember my freshman year of college. Me and my girl had history class together. This was the class we met in, so you can imagine the amount of flirting that went down. The seats in the class room are like when you go to a movie theater (for those who have never been in a university classroom) and we sat directly in the middle surrounded by like 50 people. So it's like the 3rd week into the semester and the professor is lecturing and my girl starts touching me and pulling my arm hairs out for fun, trying to make me scream (I have a high tolerance for pain). I'm just sitting there with the goofiest smile on my face while she's messing with my arm. My beard had just started to finally grow, so I had about 10 hairs on my chin. She grabs the few chin hairs I have and pulls down hard and I'm quietly laughing and it starts to hurt so I tell her to chill and she doesn't. So while she has a tight grip of my beard, I grab a handful of her hair and pull; maybe pulling a little bit too hard because she dropped her book and papers on the ground and it's extra loud drawing all attention to us and the next thing I hear was the professor stopping mid lecture and saying, "hold on class... *points in our direction* are you two with us?" Her dumb ass somehow didn't even hear what he said and knocks my book on the floor while the whole class is looking at us while she still has my beard and he says, "sir and ma'am, you may pack your belongings and come back tomorrow." Once there's dead silence, she finally notices every body is staring at us and looks shook. I say ok, apologize, proceed to put my book in my bag, and stood up. My girl is still sitting there and says in the shakiest voice, "why do we have to leave, he said sorry..." I'm like come on, lets just go. She's like, "no... we shouldn't have to leave, we payed for this class." The class instigates the situation and gasps. The professor says, "I can have you both dropped from my class, it's not a problem or y'all can leave and come back tomorrow...your choice." The class is like "ooooooh." I'm standing there hella embarrassed breaking into a cold sweat like wtf this is overboard, so I just grab her stuff, her hand so she could get up, and we proceed to make our way up the stairs, out of the classroom and soon as we get to the door the professor's like, "I'm just joking, y'all can sit back down class will be over in 15 minutes just don't interrupt again." He laughs, the class laughs, I wanted to laugh but I'm too embarrassed so I smirk, and my girl looks pissed so we just leave anyway.