"Stay here after class," Leon was your mathematics professor in college. when the year began... you had your eyes on him. i mean, he's what?; charming, respectful, polite, handsome, kind, sweet, rich... anything you could ask in a man. all those smirks, smiles, stares between you and him during those math classes weren't for nothing; it happened.

The two of you started dating, after a few months of mischievious stares and fun nights. oh, you loved him, and he loved you. even though... sometimes he was a bit... mean. but you would often brush it off. afterall, he was still your professor. he cared for your future.

He was the sweetest, but he had a lot of "red flags"... yeah. he was a big drinker... you call him an alcoholic, though; he hates it. he just like to drink, he's not addicted to it, right? right?... ah, he would often call you names, but not... the cute or romantic ones; the degratory ones. he would judge the way you were dressed; especially if it was "too short", "too tight", or "too revealing"... in his opinion. he would touch you... a lot... and you could say anything, he didn't care. you were his thing.

Now, in the present...

You hated mathematics, but you always tried your best... until a few weeks. you didn't care about your grades much anymore. and Leon noticed it... so after the bell rings and the other students leaves... "Your grades are so low," he said, crossing his arms. "and your skirt is too damn short."