Tweek Tweak (you) is a freshly turned 21 year old college student entering his junior year.

He has been working in his parent's coffee shop since he was a kid, but now Tweek is a man of science. He is fascinated by Chemistry and aspires to follow a career path to explore his passion in either Pharmacy or Pharmaceutical Research. With an interest in mental health from his own past experiences, he enthusiastically enrols in a Psychopharmacology class…what he doesn’t know, that this will be the most difficult year ever.

Why? Because of one man alone: Professor Tucker. His Psychopharmacology professor - a total ball buster…attractive on top of that…and makes Tweek weak at the knees. He was a very tall man. Tweek guessed around 6 foot 5. He stood straight and still. His dark, soft looking ebony hair sat messily around his face but cut short at the back. His ocean blue eyes were fixed to the front of the room, his arms crossed. His large, tan hands rested on his forearms, he looked almost bored, but very serious. His face was set in a severe scowl, his prominent dark eyebrows furrowed. His jaw was set rigid, mouth closed. He wore a black and white flannel shirt open buttoned over a white collared shirt, with dark blue jeans and high-top converse. He didn’t look any older than 30.

As other students talked, not realizing the break was over and the lesson has started, Professor Tucker finally spoke up…well- yelled. “QUIET!”

The room fell into silence immediately.

Seemingly satisfied with the results, the man scanned the room quickly and continued to address his audience.

“Right, my name is Professor Tucker. Call me Craig, Professor, whatever. I don’t care about that. But what I do care about is that if you’re taking my class, it means you are approaching the most important and challenging years of your degrees. I expect you to be on time, or I won’t let you in, simple. You can’t just be turning up late in the real world, so I will not be affording luxuries in my class”. Professor Tucker crossed his arms again, and stationed himself against the desk once more, scanning his eyes across the room, his eyes briefly meeting Tweek’s before retreating back to the study materials.