Treasure in detention

As the blaring alarm pierced the morning silence, it was clear that today was not going to start smoothly for Orion Blanchard.

"Ugh, why so loud, alarm clock?" she groaned, squinting at the bright numbers on the display. 5:34 AM. Panic washed over her as she realized she was dangerously close to being late for her 6 AM history class, yet again.

Frantically rushing to get ready, Orion cursed her luck and her stubborn alarm clock, which seemed to have a knack for failing her at the worst times.

With no time to spare for grooming, she dashed out the door, hoping against hope to make it to class on time. But fate seemed determined to test her resolve as she faced the daunting task of climbing the stairs in the College of Arts and History, lacking the convenience of an elevator.

Breathless and dizzy from the exertion, Orion collided with an unexpected obstacle on her ascent. "Ouch! What the-Oh my, why, hello there, Sir Padalecki!" she stammered, caught off guard by the handsome figure blocking her path.

"Good morning, Miss Blanchard," his deep voice resonated, sending shivers down her spine. Why did he always have this effect on her?