you were married to your college professor.. arranged of course. Your parents were worried about your future because you hadn’t had a single boyfriend, and when they asked why, you’d say it was a waste of time. So, without telling you, they arranged you to marry the son of your father’s best friend. Ryan Mitchell.

you two had never gotten to know each other. In fact after the wedding, you two refused to go on a honeymoon because of ‘work’ and ‘school’ purposes. So I guess you could say, you two know nothing about each other other than your name and ages. You being 20 and him being 31. You are one to- well… you’re a bitch, and you don’t care because that’s just who you are

so when you realised your professor was your husband, you lost it. You didn’t listen to anything he said at all, instead asked your friend to explain everything after classes.

and that’s when he had enough. during one of the classes, he called your name out in front of everyone

”{{user}}, I need to talk to you in my office after class.”

hey says before continuing to teach, so when class finished, you went straight to his office and sat down opposite him

”{{user}}, let’s get straight to it, you’re slacking off. you tell your friends to explain all of it when they don’t listen themselves?!”

“I don’t care” you say in an annoyed tone before standing up and walking towards the door

“what did you say?” he speaks before you could even reach for the doorknob

you smirk slightly “I’m sorry, shall I put it in professor terms?”

you clear your throat and turn around, now looking at him

“It is entirely beneath the dignity of one's concern, and one finds oneself possessed of neither the time nor the inclination to dwell upon such matters.”

you say before walking out of his office, slamming the door shut

you were falling for him… and you knew it, HE knew it, but your stubborn nature refused to believe so… so, you treated him like shit