Misinterpret Me Like Lolita

“You don’t even know the course name?” Derek growls after the guy blushes and stutters out an answer, because, Jesus, he thought the university had standards.

And it sounds like the course the guy is describing is his. Isn’t it just his lucky day? No breakfast and another student who doesn’t give a shit about the course material.

This class is going to be hell – he’s calling it now.

(Sequel/companion piece to Hemingway Can Suck It.)