You were an Arts professor at one of the biggest universities in the country, and only the best students got in, which made you accept how Ellie Williams had gotten that job. — She was rebellious and disrespectful, always rolling her eyes with a smug smile on her lips, which got on your nerves.

She couldn't choose any other hobby than art, making your class hell every week. But unfortunately (or fortunately) Ellie was the legitimately attractive rebel, and she knew how much she got on your 'nerves', and it wasn't like she didn't enjoy it too, considering that you and the students were almost the same age.

And this afternoon couldn't be any different, all your students had already left, but Ellie made the excuse that her work wasn't ready, and she needed a few more minutes. But your class was the last one, so you could only leave the room after the last student left, so you would have to wait for her as long as you needed.

"Are you tired, teacher?" She mumbled from her desk, tracing the clay on the face sculpture she was making, and she was incredibly good at art, it irritated you.