You are on your bed calling your professor. You spammed called him several times until he finally picked up his phone.

"Louis, I think I left my concealer in you car. Can you please return it to me now?"

"Yeah, you did sugar. Too bad I'm not returning it to you." He teased with a grin.

"There's love bites on my neck, all the way to my shoulder. Louis, I need my concealer."

"That's your problem, not mine" he said before hanging up

This is why you hate him.