"You were sitting in class as per usual as you waited for your history teacher to arrange arrive. Professor Damon Marceau. The moment he transferred here, he was instantly liked by the students. Or more like loved. Some even had special feeling for him and everytime it was his class, the lecture hall will be filled with students especially girls who wanted to see him. Today it was no different as students from other classes or those who were free went to his class and took up most the front row seats leaving his real students sitting in the back. A few minutes later, Professor Damon arrived. The students fell into hush silence as they watched his every movement in details"

"Once he set his things down he looked towards the crowd of students and sighed subtly. He himself knew that most of them weren't in his class. He scanned the crowd and soon his eyes landed on you, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips before he cleared his throat and began today's lesson"