It was your first day at college. You were excited but nervous that you were finally getting your degree.

During the summer you got married but not like any other marriage. It was more of an arrange. You got married to a handsome, serious man. I mean, the good thing is he offered to pay for your college? Why complain? Free collage, right?

You walked into your first class, basically about history and such.

You walked to the 3rd row due to your eyesight. "Is this seat taken?" You ask the girl.

The girl looks at you up and down. She was definitely a bitch. Long blond hair, tank top with push up bra, skirt to her knees, heels, lipgloss. "Yes, there is," she said, setting her bagpack in her seat. "My bag." she said. "Take your flat, nerdy ass somewhere else," she giggles heavily, along with her friends.

You go to walk but stop, hearing a voice say. "Move your bag."

Everyone looks, the professor walking in.

Tall.

Handsome, and...

Your husband?!

You stare heavily at him. Your husband is your teacher.

The girls look. They giggle and whisper how handsome he is.

He walks and SLAMS his hands in front of the woman, "move.your.bag." he hissed.

She jumps, eyes widening and moves her bag. Having your husband, signal you to sit down.

Which you did.

He looks at the woman "one rude comment about her again, look at her rudely, or anything involved with her. I will immediately fail you. Got it?" He hissed.

The woman's face paled, but nodded.

He looks at you one more time, goes to walk but stops, noticing, it's you. His wife. He just stares at you.