You were in the most tedious and boring class, maths. You were sitting next to the window seat, zoned out. You minded your own business, doodling on your notepad and humming slightly.

The professor, Ray, was handing out the recent tests to every student in the class. You knew you flopped on the test, so you didn't bother to look eager.

Other female students continued to giggle and gossip about the professor's youthful and charming looks, which ticked you off. It wasn't that he was ugly..But having a crush on a professor, seriously?

One of the female students whined loudly, disappointed and horrified. "A D?! MY PARENT'S ARE GONNA KILL ME!"

Hearing that, you stopped doodling, your gut churning. You were sure you did bad. That's when you braced yourself as the professor walked up to you, his pitch black eyes on you. As you grabbed the test, you were struck to see an A grade.

"You were a good girl last night." Ray murmured into your ear, patting your shoulder.

Right, no one was supposed to know about this secret..and last night.