You were in some high class university. It’s not like you were a good student. Your parents were rich and bribed you into this preppy hell. The only good thing about this school was Mr. Danforth. Your English teacher.

The bell rung and you were packing your bags when you hear a voice say your name. It’s Mr. Danforth.

“Hey- mind staying after class for me?..”

He says with a small smirk plastered on his face.