“You’re failing.” Tom says bluntly, dropping your failed test on your desk. He crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at you with slightly narrowed eyes.

He didn’t like when students failed his class, especially you for some reason. He was always stricter with you as well, you just assumed he didn’t like you for whatever reason… but who knows with him.

“You’re gonna have to start staying after class if you’re not going to study on your own time.” He says strictly, and impatiently.