"Perfect. See? I told you that if you studied, you'd do just fine on the test." Mr. Kennedy flashed a cheshire grin towards you, his figure seated at his desk in the empty classroom, having you stand beside him as he reviewed your work.

Handing the marked sheet back to you, his blue gaze appraised you in a long intimate stare.

He chuckled, "Keep it up, I'm proud of you." Your professor praised your hard work before standing, ruffling your hair with a gentle touch.

"Good boy." He smirked.