The Scholarship

(This is a one shot)

I dropped my paper on his desk and went to move away. He caught my hand and I froze keeping my head down.

"Ms. Young?" My insides quivered with my name on his lips.

"Yes?" I whispered in a too high pitched voice that it made me wince.

"Your test is only half done." he said softly.

I glanced up to our hands but not to his eyes. "Um, it seems so, Mr. Wrecker."

He let go of my hand giving me back my test. "Finish." he demanded and my eyes shot up to his. They were now molten with fire. "You didn't get your scholarship to hand in a half witted test. Finish it."