I hate Mr. Michael Brown. He's a pervert, a bully, and a straight-up sexual predator. 

        My first-trimester grades are incomplete. He said he didn't mark my examination, because I didn't submit any. That's a lie. How can I forget about an entire exam? 

         Considerable times, I have been to his office asking for his consideration. I did his CAT plus the damn exam, but he didn't give me marks. 

        I know for a fact that I did it, but how can I explain to a lecturer that it was the day I sat next to Becky, a girl he allowed to have a phone in the exam room and sent eggplants to.He won't remember it. She is one in the line of girls he slept with that semester. 

        He gave me some options. I could either register for the unit once more or apply for incomplete. There was a third option. He invited me to his house on a promise to offer me a clean A. 

        His reputation is no secret at the University. He sleeps with more college girls in a semester than a typical college playboy does in an entire school year. I only know of one, Becky. She was shameless enough to show me his texts and offer to share the leaked exam with me. 

        He's legit though, you can't score less than A- plain after he has defiled you. 

        So they say. 

        I am not naïve, he can never corner me. With a family like mine, I can wreck his brief life apart. I keep my profile under wraps to avoid any attention. I can handle missing marks while keeping my dignity. 

        Today, I am attending the damn class again. It's a shame that I have to study with freshmen. I hate the crowd. They are too ignorant, dumb, and childish… I can't occupy the same space with them. They are Mr. Brown's feeding grounds. 

        My plan will work. 

        I want Mr. Brown to see me attend. I'll ask him for the semester's notes to study by myself . I discarded the notes from the first semester. 

        He's a prick. He keeps the notes to force students to attend his classes _ where he picks one prey at a time. 

        I am applying for a retake this afternoon. I can't sit in for an entire semester while I have Calculus II and more challenging units this semester. 

        Curious, I scanned the Auditorium looking for a spot to sit. I prefer the last rows, they're far enough from the pervert lecturer but elevated for him to spot me. 

        Damn! This semester we have a lot of newcomers. I never knew they could fill the auditorium in one sitting kudos to the administration. 

       Sat next to a charismatic freshman. He tried making a conversation, failing terribly. "Hi", he said. 

        I wanted to ignore him. I hate everybody and everything on the campus; I don't even eat from the Cafeteria. But, that doesn't come close to the anguish I get from freshmen, I despise them. 

        "Hey" 

        I can't believe myself, I replied to that gingerly-lost-looking freshman. I felt like I had stopped a nuclear war from happening. Maybe I could avoid hell after all. Haven't I been kind? 

        "Hey", the brown-eyed lost kid replied nervously. He's worse than I imagined freshmen to be.

        Mr. Brown jiggled his perverted legs in the lecture hall, saving the young boy from embarrassment. I wasn't going to say anything to him. That would be enough embarrassment to keep him in his place. 

        Mr. Brown kicked off his semester with a dry joke, which the naïve newbies couldn't get enough of. Looking at his treacherous face, I felt nothing but pity for the poor girls he was going to molest.

        They are adults; I have to watch them make misguided decisions for themselves. Again, everybody knows about him. They don't do shit to help_ why should I? 

        Not my bunnies. 

        Learning started ten minutes before the end of his lecture. At the end of the hour, I was ashamed. It took his permission for the kids to get out. They were waiting for the bell or something. And I was mad that sicko wasted two hours of my life. I was never going to get back. 

        I should have gotten up, but being the center of attention isn't my thing. They'll learn to value their useless time, running out of the lecture hall to nowhere.