My Lecturer

Chapter 1

TRIXIE POV

Zamo: I really can't do anything about your grade... but you can study harder to boost your grade in the final exam. I think that's all for today I'll see you in our next meeting

she leaves the class I gather all my stuff and walk to her office. I knock softly and she let me come in.

Zamo: sit... what do you want?
Trixie: so prof. Zamo I want to submit my pap-
Zamo: hurry up, I give you 5 second
Trixie: wha-

I hurried to open my bag and looking for my paper while she counting down. I got my paper but then

Zamo: Time out!
Trixie: here! but my paper is already in front of you
Zamo: nope, you late... I'm busy so please get out. you know the way, right?

ughhh... I hate her... I hate her so much. I slam my paper on the library desk all my friends look at me

Trixie: ugh, fucking zamo I hope she rooted in hell
Adore: calm down, Trixie... sit down relax!
Davis: now tell us what she does this time?
Trixie: she doesn't wanna accept my paperwork because apparently, I'm "late"
Adore: is it weird that I found prof. Zamo is hot?
Pearl: yes and eww she like 40 or something
Kim: she 38 you know and I agree with adore...
Bob: eww Kim your boyfriend literally next to you
Davis: thank you, Bob.
Trixie: what I'm gonna do? she killing my grade you know

then my girlfriend milk showed up and she kissed me. I love her very much we've been dating for a long time now.

milk: babe, what's wrong? you sound angry?
Trixie: prof. Zamo doesn't wanna accept my paperwork which I worked on all night
Milk: it's okay you can try to meet prof.Zamo. talk to her ask her, what should you do to fix your grade. don't be angry
Trixie: How can I not get angry? I always do everything she asked but I always get a C
Milk: okay now... I want you to stop pouting
Trixie: but my gra-
Milk: you can talk tomorrow with her but today is enough I will take you home.

she takes me home. the next day I walk again to her office

Zamo: Mattel?
Trixie: prof. zamo... please, what can I do to fix my grade?
Zamo: okay, Mattel... make essay 100 pages essay about everything that you learn in my class. I want it tomorrow on my desk!
Trixie: 100 pages?! tomorrow?!
Zamo: yes, now excuse me I gotta go
Trixie: but that's impossible ma'am

Zamo: it's possible if you try to focus

she left I tell my friend about what happen and they willing to help with my essay. we work at my house. hour after hour finally, the essay finish and all my friends went home except milk I saw her sleeping on my couch I decide to join her we cuddle and I fall asleep.

the next day I'm waiting for prof. Zamo to come but it's getting late and she not here. I dial her number she picked up.

Trixie: good morning professor... so I wanna give you the essay that you give me yesterday but you aren't here should I w-
Zamo: Mattel, did I ask you to give me? I said I want it on my desk. so put it on my desk
Trixie: wha-

she hangs up. what the fuck? ughhh I really wanna killed her. fuck her... fuck you Zamo I hate you so much...