A bad day turned good (closed)

[silvertongue217]

Professor Elliot Spencer walked across the grounds of the university scowling and ignoring the kids passing him by not even taking pleasure in some of the fearful looks they shot him. To say he was having a bad day was an understatement, his classes had all run late and the kids refused to settle down, most of the kids in their didn’t listen any ways because they were just here to get a degree and go home, his car had broken down and he had to get a taxi home, of course once he got home he realized he left the papers he needed to grade and finish by tomorrow back at his office which of course meant a return trip. Usually Elliot was much more strict and had a better handle on his life but the day had been long and it didn’t seem like it was going to be shorter any time soon.

Elliot walked into the main building and ignored the students shooting him fearful looks. He was well known around the campus for being strict and the kind of teacher who valued discipline over any thing else. It didn't help that he was a rather large man as if he should have been a professional wrestler and not a professor. He was bald with a goatee it was his eyes however that unsettled most people they were a bright violet purple and some how managed to be unsettling and captivating at the same time.

He reached his classroom and opened the door flicking on the lights quickly. He wanted to be home before some thing worse happened so he quickly found the papers he was looking for and stuffed them away. Once he was sure he had ever thing he needed he turned walking to the door and beginning to leave.

Before some thing else happened

 

[southern_slut]

As the professor turned he was stopped short by the curly mop of hair he instantly recognized and Merideth Anderson. Heiress to the Anderson Holdings she was the entitled daughter of mid range electronics conglomerate that used a fancy name to inflate stock prices. Her dense blonde curls showered down her shoulders to a blue blouse and a charcoal skirt. How the smart click of her heels didn't give her away was a mystery. She made a point of walking heel to toe to make the loudest noise and announce her presence. Amazingly the 5'2" girl had the audacity to act as if she towered over everyone else.

"Excuse me Professor. There appears to be a mistake. My last paper received a "C". I don't write C's. You must not have read it very throughly..."

She trails off with an explanation of her opinions being unique and earth shattering. Waving the paper around and then holding it out again. In the end the bound stack of papers and their clear plastic cover were little more than regurgitated nonsense from an upperclassmans paper last year in a nicer font and better wrapping.

"Would you care to explain your mistake Professor?"

 

[silvertongue217]

He waited for her to finish his eyes twitching as he struggled to control himself. He wasn’t a fan of entitled bitches er students but he had a special dislike for the girl currently in front of him. She was rich and blonde and pretty which meant she was a snob who thought the world was handed to her on a silver platter. It grated on him in the worst way maybe it was because he came from a humble beginning? Maybe it was because he was a self made man?

Or maybe it was because he really just wanted to bend her over the desk and fuck her ass

He bit down on his lip to prevent that form going to far and calmly took the paper she was waving at him. He set it down on his desk and then pulled out another piece of paper.

The one she plagiarized

“I am not a fool Mrs. Anderson” He calmly said pushing the other paper forward “You stole your paper from this one I found out your lucky you didn’t get a F for it but since you did some ammount of work your self I gave you partial credit as you deserve now is there any thing else?

 

[southern_slut]

Flabbergasted I looked down at the paper. How could he have known? I goth At paper from a friend at a completely different university. How dare he?! You do not get to call me out. When I plagiarize I fucking deserve it.

"Yes. How could you possibly claim to have my paper? It is one of a kind. I deserve full credit or I will speak to the Dean about your complete lack of professional decorum."

The cold look in his eyes didn't yield, didn't waiver. If anything I could see some fire behind them. His gears were turning and the fear slowly began to bleed into my heart. I can not let him see me falter here.

"W-well?"

Damn it.