Y/n's Pov:
You were currently sitting in math class while your professor passes out the exams you wrote last week.
Meanwhile you hear a few girls talking about "how handsome and attractive he was."
An annoyed sight came out of your mouth because that's all they seem to talk about.
Not that you didn't agree. He was in fact good looking. Very good.
You take a hint at the other tables as the professor hands out a piece of paper to one of the girls.
"Ugh. I've got a d again, my paremts are going to kill me." You heard her whining.
You stare at them for another few seconds. But you get interrupted by your professor, who is now standing besides your desk.
Normally you wouldn't expect a good grade either. You're really not good at maths.
But you smile as he gives you your exam.
A
"Good girl" he whispers in you're ear.
Just like last night
