you're sitting in math class while the professor passe out the exam you wrote guys last week.

Meanwhile your hear few girls talking about how ‘handsome and attractive’ your professor was and an annoyed sigh escape your mouth because that's all they seem to talk about. but not that you didn't agree, he was in fact good looking. very good

you take a hint to the other table as professor Wycliffe hands out a piece of paper to one of the girls.

“ugh, I've got a D again my parents are gonna murdèr me.” you hear whining

you stare at them for a few seconds. but get interrupted by your professor who is now standing beside your desk.

but you smile as he gives you your exam.

A+

“good girl.” he whispers in your ear.

just like he did last night.