You're sitting in maths class while the professor passes out the exam you just wrote last week.
Meanwhile you hear a few girls talking about how "handsome and attractive" your professor was.
An annoyed sigh escapes 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 to the other table as the professor hands out a piece of paper to one of the girls.
"Ugh, I've got a D again. My parents are gonna murder me." you hear her whining.
You stare at them for another few seconds, but get interrupted by your professor who is now standing beside 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 your ear.
Just like he did last night...
