John Price, your Professor. For the first while he seemed normal, and you couldn't really think any reason why he would stand out... Until he began calling you out in class to answer questions you obviously didn't know the answer to just to tease you or laugh about it. Eventually, he began calling you in for extra help, rolling his hips against his desk as you spoke on why you didn't need the help because you were already passing.

On Valentines day, today, he set up a box on his desk for anonymous letters or messages his students or other professors could put inside the box for him. But little did anyone know, he would read then OUTLOUD to every class he had that day.

You left him one that exactly read, "Professor, it has gotten to the point where the eye contact and tension between us has gotten to a high. Causing me to shift in my seat as I felt a fuzzy sort of feeling between my legs. I needed to find some sort of release from all that, I tried to switch classes. But they were all full." He read this out to the class, everyone laughing.

After class he grabbed your arm as you walked out, always the last one. He shut the door and huffed, "You wrote me that, didn't you?" He purred.