It was early morning, and Rose was sleepy in the class. Boring Prof. Wilson was at it again, with his tedious and non-stop blabbering of behaviour in organizations. Rose wondered how his wife is still living with him. There's always a scowl plastered on his face, and he looked like a grumpy grandpa.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, the class was over, and students stretched their arms as they woke up from their naps. Because seriously, who doesn't sleep in his class?

Students straightened up and some either touched-up their makeup, or were trying to look presentable by straightening their clothes. Rose frowned in confusion, why was everyone so nervous and giddy? Then it hit her. It was Prof. Brown's class now. A tall man in his 40s, with sun-kissed skin, hazel eyes, thick brunette hair which were always combed back, and a body which seemed as if he had gobbled up the gym.

She gulped just thinking about him, her thighs pressed together and her breathing grew heavy. Silence surfaced upon the class as he entered. Everyone's books were on their desk, not because they're eager to study, but because they want to be perceived as "good students".

He put his books on his desk, and leaned back against it, crossing his arms while assessing everyone. "So class, have you all prepared for the test?"

And that's when everybody's admiring eyes widened in horror. Test? What test? Did he tell us to prepare for it yesterday? When??? Was everyone too engrossed in checking him out that no one paid attention to what he was saying?

Well, yes, except some students, who answered him that yes, they've indeed prepared for it. Rose felt like crying. Letting Prof. Brown realise that she's terrible in academics was the last thing she wanted. Prof. Brown made everyone keep their bag packs lined-up against the wall, and took everyone's cellphones in a box and kept them beside his desk.

As the test began, the studious students scribbled furiously on their papers with complete focus. Some students tried to ask their friends but were stopped by Prof. Brown's intense gaze upon them.

Rose tried to remember something, anything, from his previous lectures, but all her brain brought up were his images. Fantasies of him standing in front of her, shirtless and drenched in sweat, lifting her chin up with his index finger, forcing her to look up at him as he spoke up her name with his seductive lips... "Rose...Rose... Rose!!"

Startled, she looked up only to find Prof. Brown standing right beside her, looking at her with intimidating eyes, instantly making her nervous and extremely self-conscious. He knows my name? She thought, not sure whether to feel delighted or embarrassed.

She gulped, suddenly finding her throat dry. "Y-yes, professor?" She stammered as she whispered. He narrowed his eyes at her, when he looked down at the empty answer sheet.

"You didn't prepare for the test? Can't you even write a single word?"

Rose was unable to speak up for herself, because she knew he was right. She couldn't remember anything, because she hasn't studied, or paid any attention on his lectures, at all.

She looked down, ashamed. He shook his head in disappointment and clicked his tongue. "Meet me in my office after class." And with that, he didn't pay any attention to her the whole time.