Stop him.

With the reflexes of a cat, you take hold of his wrist and shake your head. He looks to you surprised.

"Don't... You're gonna get kicked out, Joivus. Think about it."

He nods, though before you can read whether he's furious or accepting, something sends a flinch down your spine. You look over at the calling of your name to see Professor Quigwyn looking at you with arms crossed beneath her bust.

"Mr. Doe. Do you have something to say?"

"No. Sorry, professor."

"I thought maybe you knew the answer to the equation before I even got to it... You do know what I was talking about just now, right?"

You gulp. That gnome made you miss what she was talking about. You stare back to her with a guilty face, like it's highschool all over again, and admit defeat. A silent, accepting defeat.

"I'd like to see you after class, John."

This really is like highschool. You sigh and close your lips. You swear you hear Joivus snickering from beside you, like the little prankster he is. Oh well. You continue listening to the lesson, trying to understand what you can--trying to figure out why you're in such a high end mathematics class. Jobs really require the most obnoxious courses.

Over an hour passes before she waves her hand, making the images on the board vanish.

"All right, guys. Good luck with the rest of your day. See you next Monday," the professor says with a wave of her hand. She smiles.

Not one to wish angering the one in charge of your grades, you decide you should do as she instructed earlier and meet her after class. One by one, the students depart through the door, even the gnome though he disappears quickly between the legs of others. You start to realise why a gnome might be perverted... That's a lot of skirts you've seen today.

Anyway, you stand up and make your way down to the corner of the room where the elven professor is leaning her rear at the edge of her desk. She moves her hand up and readjusts her glasses by the lens. However, she does smile. It's a welcoming, calming smile, and you can't help but smile back to the attractive, freckled lady. Your eyes wander up her stalkings, past the cut in her dress, to her chest that seems to be begging to be freed. Then to her eyes. Quickly, of course.

Though through it all you shift awkwardly in front of you. You hope she doesn't suspect something so lewd is happening beneath your trousers. Even moreso, you hope it stops, even though you know it wont.

"I've noticed you're a little bit distracted," she says. "I know this stuff can be really hard. I have a bit of extra time after class on Mondays, actually. I don't usually offer this but... do you want some private help? Tutoring, I mean. At about six?"

She looks down briefly and you see red come to her nose. She continues to smile. Is she flirting with you? That can't be. She's way too sexy to be doing that, but she did offer you private tutoring. That's something. Spending time with her would be amazing no matter what.

"You don't have to. It isn't a command or anything! I just thought I'd try to help, is all," she adds.

She pushes the bridge of her glasses up with a finger.