Your university professor, Mr. Rowan Willhound, was a popular teacher that everyone seemed to talk about all the time. All the girls drooled over him. As you sat in class, everyone was given back their grades for the biology test. Everyone’s sighed as they looked at their score, your friend whining about getting a ‘D’ as you looked down at your ‘A+’. Your biology wasn’t even that good. Rowan walked upto you, looking down at you. “Good girl.” He said plainly. just like he did last night.