How To Get An A || Multi- Michael Jackson

"Well that doesn't sound bad."

Caroline hoisted her book bag as she walked down the bricked path with Susan. Their next classes were both in the Denali* building.

Susan groaned, "Calling me out? He didn't even look at me!"

"Would it be better if he did?"

She had a point.

"No... but I tried so hard to be hidden," Susan crossed her arms and let out a huff.

"Girl, you have stood out since the day I met you. You had a cheetah print comforter on your bed and rug!"

Both the girls laughed, remembering their freshman year together.

"In fact, Miss Walters, almost everything you owned back then was cheetah print." Carol continued.

"Okay, but you slept with a rainbow dash EVERY night."

She crossed her arms, "Still do and I'm damn proud of it."

They entered Denali together, with other students filling up the building as classes changed around. Susan took a deep breath as the door to her class was right near the entrance.

Carol patted her shoulder then began to walk backwards down her own hallway. "Only 2 more! You got this!"

Suzy watched her walk away, then took a deep breath herself before entering the room. The class was once more a mix of freshman to seniors, and the same idea crossed her mind over the older students - they had to retake the class.

She found a seat in the middle of the regular sized classroom, hoping not to make the same mistake as her last class. This time no one spoke to one another and either sat on their phones, stared out the window, or had their head down. The silence didn't help her situation either.

The door to the classroom opened. In walked Professor Bad. He also had an over the shoulder bag as his older brother had. His outfit was much more casual with a white polo underneath a blue sweater with jeans. His face seemed to be anything but happy.

"Good Morning class, I hope you all enjoyed your summer vacation. If you didn't know already, I am Professor Bad and this is Introduction to Statistics." He then placed his bag down on the desk and pulled out a clip board with a pen. "Everyone grab your items and stand up, you will have assigned seats."

"This guy does not hesitate," Susan thought, grabbing her items.

"Dylan H," He pointed at the first of four desks in the front row, then moved onto the one next to it, "Jason P," then the next, "Susan W—"

Everything he said after that became white noise to her. The front of the class, front row - it was a death sentence. She would have to look this curly headed man in the face, every single day.

"I said, Susan Walters," Professor Bad spoke again.

She snapped out of it and began walking to her new seat.

"If you're distracted that easily you won't make it through this class," Bad locked eyes with her. "Pay attention."

As soon as he looked away Suzy rolled her eyes at him. Not even five minutes in and his reputation of an asshole had already flourished. She knew he had a "resting bitch face" but never knew how true it was.

Bad finished placing all of his students then placed down his clipboard hopping up onto the desk to sit. His casual etiquette didn't match his stern voice.

"Everyone should have received an emailed copy of the syllabus, please get those out now."

Susan obeyed, getting out her papers that were stapled together. What she didn't notice was the close eye the Professor had on her until he approached her desk.