How To Get An A || Multi- Michael Jackson

"Alright DJ this is out of our ordinary three-days-a-week meeting." Susan announced as she entered his office, "Which means it's school-related and on record. What did I do?" She took a seat at the chair in front of his desk.

He smiled, "You did nothing wrong. I promise."

"What are we moving to four days a week for our meetings?" She joked.

"No no, you see, I need a small favor from you." He pinched his fingers together.

"I have a strange feeling it's not as small as you say. I'm open to the idea, what do you need?"

Dean Jackson crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, "I was looking at your grades in your Math class and you have a 98%, the highest."

"If Professor Bad wasn't so stingy with how I show my work it'd be 100%, but go on."

"Seeing that you have such a high grade I was wondering if you'd be willing to tutor once or twice a week? It's paid of course. It's for an hour on Tuesday's and Thursday's."

"Between my classes?"

"Yes, so it wouldn't really interrupt your day."

She smirked, "Alright, what's the catch?"

DJ placed his hands together and held them to his lips, "Professor Bad will be at the tutoring sessions to lead them. No one else will volunteer because he's there."

"Ah, and what do I get out of this?"

"I discussed the program of pie-a-professor with him and he's agreed to participate. So you have one of them on board."

"Wait, really? He'll do it?"

"I actually believed he'd be the hardest to convince so the others will be a breeze at this point. So, do we have a deal?"

Susan paused, "Yeah, we have a deal."

She stood and held out her hand for him to shake. He stood and met her halfway.

"Holy hell your hands are warm," She laughed.

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It happened to be a Thursday and tutoring began that day. Susan was optimistic as she wouldn't be just spending time with Professor Bad but with an assortment of students that needed help. It was only an hour after all.

After Professor Thriller's class, she made her way to the library where a room was rented out for tutoring during those specific times.

Upon entering the room all the tables were empty except one where Professor Bad sat with his laptop. He stared down at the screen with a frustrated expression on his face.

"Professor Bad?" Susan spoke up as she entered.

He looked up from his computer then back down at it, "Susan Walters. Glad you could make it."

She walked up to the table he sat at and set down her items, "Where is everyone?"

"Tutoring sessions don't necessarily mean people will show up. It's an open hour for students to ask for help. Don't complain, you're getting paid for your time anyway."

"I wasn't complaining." Susan pulled out her laptop and placed it on the table.

They sat directly across one another.

"Do you mind if I do some homework while we wait for someone?"

"As long as you help the students that come in here, I don't care what you do." He picked up his coffee and took a sip from it.