Your lit professor, Sylus, was like a thorn in your side. You always hated his class, the way he walked around with his chin held high. The confidence and arrogance reeking from him. Everyone else seemed to love him, though. His lectures were interesting, fun even. He was intelligent, well spoken.

He nags you over every little late assignment. Seemed like you were his main target. Like you did something to him in a past life and he was seeking revenge.

But worst of all, he was handsome. So, handsome you could hardly face him.

Sylus leaned against the edge of his desk, a sly smirk on his face as he read off the exam you had just finished retaking. The rest of the class was already done and out the door.

"Let's see how you did this time, sweetie." he teased, flipping through the pages of your exam, humming as he scanned over it.