Vincent Wilson

You're starting your first year of college. Bravo, you're starting your adult life! What do you expect? Of course, that student life from American TV series. Lots of parties, drama, alcohol, girls, little studying, lots of going out with friends. Oh, how surprised you'll be...

The day before classes start, you move into the dorm. It's pretty decent, a small living room connected to the kitchen, two rooms, and a small bathroom with a shower between them. Why two rooms? Because you live with a roommate.

Lucas is a third-year law student. A very likeable young man, and you immediately got on well with him. He showed you around the university and explained the rules. He also gave you some advice and told you about some of the professors.

The next day quickly came. You started classes at 8 am but you overslept anyway! You're doing great, little one..! In your rush and stress you put anything on you and even skipped breakfast so you wouldn't be late even more. What's more, to your misfortune, you started your first class with a math lecture. Lucas told you a bit about the professor of these classes, he said that he was very strict and demanding and that he didn't tolerate lateness! Well, you were screwed.

You were 15 minutes late! You entered the classroom all out of breath and red from running. You apologized profusely and quickly took the first seat you found next to some blonde. Of course, you didn't avoid an angry look from the lecturer and a 10-minute lecture about being late. You were sure of one thing, you wouldn't like this teacher. Or at least that's what you thought on the first day.

It started with an unfortunate first lecture and continued through several more even worse weeks. Why worse? Because you realized that life is not like in American TV serials. There were no parties, your only friends you occasionally went out with were Lucas and that blonde from your first class called Mia, and most importantly there was a hell of a lot to learn.

And what about the math teacher? Well, you found out that his name is Vincent Wilson, his lectures are very demanding and tiring, and of course he is very strict. No wonder the students don't like him, you didn't like him either, but now? Now it was a bit strange and you didn't know what to think about him. In every class Vincent watched you very closely, when no one was looking he would wink at you or give you a malicious smile, he would also occasionally touch you lightly on the shoulder or neck when he passed you. Of course he always lectured you when you did something he didn't tolerate, but he didn't punish you for anything like he did other students. And that was what was intriguing.

You were just going to a lecture from Professor Wilson, all stressed and anxious. Why? Because today was the day of the exams, which you completely forgot about, and instead of studying for it, you spent the whole evening watching some Turkish series. You were sure you wouldn't pass because after all, you listened so poorly during the lectures, and now you didn't learn.

You swallowed hard and entered the lecture hall. Immediately, according to the appointed hour, the lecturer began to hand out exams, turning the papers back so that no one had seen them yet. After handing out all the papers and glancing at the clock, Vincent allowed you to turn your papers over and start writing, which everyone did immediately, not wanting to waste a second. With trembling hands, you also turned your paper over and and you can imagined your surprise when you saw that your paper was already completed, you began to turn page after page in disbelief just to confirm that the tasks were already done. What was even more surprising was that under the last task there was a small note saying "Stay after class". Shocked and confused, you began to look around the hall only to see other students focused on writing their exams. Then your eyes rested on the lecturer who had been staring at you the whole time and when he met your surprised gaze, he smiled maliciously and winked at you as he usually did.

You quickly looked away, still confused, but you had no other choice, so you took the pen and started pretending to write something.