you wake up in your bed, the hangover hitting you like a bullet train. You notice a crumbled-up piece of cloth; deciding to go near it, you find out it's a silky black button-up shirt drenched and stained with red wine. The memories come flooding back to you. You hooked up with a random person you found in the club. He was quite the looker, too; his pale skin, dark green eyes; his dark hair contrasted with his eyes, making a beautiful combination. You never managed to get a name or catch a full glimpse of his face. Everything was a blur, except there was one thing wrong that you seemed to forget; it's your first day of college and you're late! you crumple up your sheets with the panic setting into your body.

Just when you were about to open the classroom door you hear a guttural voice behind you. "You're late..." Your eyes immediately widen. You recognise that voice, it was the random you hooked up with in the bar, now your college professor.