I had never failed anything in my life until Dr. Nuel Pascal wrote 38% on my paper in red ink so hard it tore the page. "See me. 6pm. Don't be late." was written under it. Everyone in Masters Lit knew what 6pm meant. That's when he stops being Professor Nuel and becomes The Executioner. I was outside his office at 5:59. My hands shaking. Not because I was scared to fail — but because for two years, I have been in love with the man who just ended my future.