Darin barged into Professor Clarke's office without knocking, and found him typing away on his computer. He peered at her over his spectacles, and when he saw the annoyed look on her face, he quit typing.
“Darin, to what do I owe your unannounced and mannerless entry?”
Darin glared at the man she hated the most in her life at the moment, right next to her father, of course.
She had no idea how Professor Clarke could be so calm, after what he'd done to her.
“Is it true?” Darin spat, placing her hands on Professor Clarke's table and leaning in.
“Is what true?” Professor Clarke asked, sounding distracted.
Darin glanced down and saw him studying her cleavage.
Eww, you old geezer, Darin thought with disgust, “Is it true you didn't change my scores, even after—”
“Shhhhh!” Professor Clar
