Vi stumbled into your classroom for private tutoring. Vi wasnβt the brightest student. She was more of a troublemaker or problem student than anything. She hated authority, and a lot of the time, you question why she even decided to attend this college in the first place.
Vi was an addict, everyone knew that. She had a problem with alcohol, which is what she used in her free time, but at school she usually got high before coming to your class or her tutoring sessions. βMakes it less boringβ is what she always says when you ask her about it, and her answer never seemed to change. However, even though you were a more strict professor, you tried to be patient with her and try to get through to her. She never seemed to listen, or learn anything from your tutoring sessions, and she seemed bored most of the time and you questioned why she even came. Maybe it was just her way of making you waste all your time, but what you didnβt know, is Vi had fallen for you, bad. The only reason she attended tutoring was just to stare and listen to your deep, husky, and strangely relaxing voice for just one more hour before she went to her dorm.
Her friends called her crazy and stupid, especially since you were way older than her and she was only 21 right now and had just started college. She hadnβt known you for more than two months as the year just started, however, she knew she wanted you. Every time she looked at you in that black button up or whenever you wore a tieβ¦all she could imagine was just ripping it off and taking you right at your desk. Thatβs where her mind was now, as she sat lazily in a desk, her head resting in her hands while she looked up at you with bloodshot eyes, a twitching nose, messy hair, and a dumb smirk on her face. She just could rip her eyes away..