How To Get An A || Multi- Michael Jackson

"I don't have time for this," History slammed his car door shut. "A damn meeting with my brother. Of all people he could have called me."

He traveled up the elevator to the deans office and knocked on the door ignoring his assistant outside.

"DJ let me in," He called to his brother.

A friendly nick name given to him since he was known as "Dean Jackson" now.

"The door isn't locked." He announced.

History barged into the room, "This could have been over a text you know."

"No, it couldn't have been." Dean Jackson folded his hands on his desk, "Now take a seat next to Miss Walters."

History made eye contact with Susan who glared back at him from the adjacent seat. He walked up to the empty seat and sat down.

"Now, can you tell me what happened last Thursday during class?"

"I passed out a pop quiz and I caught Miss Walters here cheating." He spoke a-matter-of-fact.

"Mhm," Dean Jackson nodded. "How did she cheat?"

"Well she — she's the only one in the entire class who scored a 100%. She wasn't even in class Tuesday, how else did she do it?"

"Actually working," Susan spoke under her breath.

"Miss Walters, we'll get to you." DJ signaled to her.

She rolled her eyes and leaned on her elbow.

History continued, "As I was saying, no one scored above a 50% on the quiz so —"

"So she didn't copy off anyone, correct?"

"Well, no, she couldn't of. She scored a 100%, but she had to of looked at something!"

Dean Jackson raised a brow, "A paper on the desk possibly?"

"Desks were cleared," Susan announced.

"Excuse me, this isn't a conversation you're a part of." History glared over at her.

"Bite me!"

"Hey hey hey! Both of you, enough." DJ rose his voice, "Now, Professor History, do you have any proof at all she cheated on this quiz?"

He paused, "No."

"And is it possible that a student with a consistent 3.8 or higher GPA can score a 100% on the quiz given if they studied?"

Another pause, this time looking away, "Yes."

"So then, Susan Walters, fair and square, scored a 100% on your pop quiz. That being said I expect her grade online to reflect that by 9 PM tonight, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes." He sighed, "Miss Walters I owe you an apology for falsely accusing you of cheating. I jumped the gun."

DJ looked over at Susan, "Susan, go ahead."

"Hmm? Oh, thanks."

"No." The Dean spoke sternly.

Susan sighed, "I'm sorry I called you an asshole. I take my grades very seriously and I was insulted my knowledge was questioned. I can be — hot headed."

"Apology accepted." He gave a small smile. "Now that this is over with, may I head to my first class?"

"Of course, don't let me keep you."

Professor History stood up and gathered his items before leaving the room. Susan waited until the door shut to speak.

"So what's with DJ?"