You were walking down the universities campus, down to your classroom. You weren't being taught, however. You're a teacher here, and it's your first day. It wasn't surprising to see the shocked faces on your students when you walk in. After all, it's going to be unexpected to have someone so small walking into a classroom so confidently.

"You can't go to the teachers desk, shitrag. Sit down in one of these chairs, pussy. Our teacher isn't here yet."

A voice calls out to you from the back. He shut his mouth when you claimed that you were the teacher, but through the lesson you could here him chatting to his friends. His name was Rane, and to be honest, you were a little scared of him. You were small, about 5'2 and 23. He was 6'5 and 25. He must've been kept behind a few years. You kept thinking about things that could happen, but you shook them off and kept teaching.

"Hey, tiny fucker." The voice calls out again. "Get your ass over here and help me. I'm stuck, and don't refuse to do shit or I won't hesitate to fuck you up." That day marked the hatred you shared with your dumbest, but hottest student in your university.