Blessed by Night

97 Getting To Know Each Other

"Alright, time to hand in your projects kiddos."

There were a few groans and curses under breaths as students reached inside of their bags to pull out their hastily typed papers.

Just by skimming over the first few lines of these assignments, Dr. Andrews could easily tell who tried and who didn't. 'This assignment wasn't even all that difficult... all of you brats are just so damn lazy...' Two students finally came up to hand in their assignments and he realized that there was an extra one within their grasp.

"Ms. Grey, am I correct in assuming that this is your partner's assignment?"

"Sure is."

Dr. Andrews sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose underneath his glasses.

"That's no good, Mr. Saint will have to come and submit his assignment on his own." Follow current s on No(ᴠ)ᴇlFire.nᴇt

"Aww give me a break!" Serana suddenly yelled.

"Mal is really busy doing something important right now so he doesn't exactly have time to spare. Isn't it enough that he did the stupid assignment??"

"No, Ms. Aihara, it is not." He said in a monotone voice as he accepted her paper and Anna's without taking Malachi's.

"If he's going to attend college then he should make that his priority. I'm sure whatever lavish vacation he's gone on or supermodel's bed he's found himself into can at least wait until he hands in a simple paper."

Anna hadn't been Mal's girlfriend for very long, but she was already especially sensitive over matters concerning him and the way that he was perceived by others. The whole world thought he was just some reclusive snooty kid who thought he was too good for interviews or photo shoots or even celebrity parties. He was starting to become painted as a deviant who was merely interested in lusting after women twice his age.

Although that has caused his popularity with that demographic to soar. While also causing it to plummet with men his age or older.

Anna tried her hardest to remember the fact that she wasn't at work and being harassed so she couldn't crack this guy's skull open like she normally would.

"Look, he's really doing something important alright? He isn't just playing around like some spoiled rich boy!" Dr. Andrews seemed to realize that if he didn't give this up now, these girls were never going to leave his classroom. "Fine, I'll take it but I'll be docking ten points off the top."

"You can't do that!" "What the hell for??" "It's either that or he fails. Which do you think he would prefer?" Anna clenched her fists so hard that her knuckles popped as she handed over her boyfriend's essay. Serana didn't want to take the chance of saying something to aggravate the situation further so she quickly interlocked her arm with Anna's and pulled her out of the room. "Damn kids... he probably didn't even bother to... huh." The professor glanced over Mal's paper and found that it was actually fairly well written. What's more is that his observations of Anna seemed to come from a place of genuine concern and intrigue. Glancing over at Anna's paper, he found that hers was much the same, in addition to shedding a light on the man dubbed by the world as the third living god. She went on to explain in perfect detail that Mal didn't even seem like the kind of person who received such tremendous power. Whether it was is anxiety over returning to poverty or inability to recognize his own good looks, she laid out all of it clearly. Reading about all of his worries, fears, and tendencies like this had a way of making Mal seem more... human. 'Wasn't expecting such good work out of such an odd pairing... seems like they got along a lot better than I thought.'

In the end, maybe due to the quality of the work or his own old age, Professror Andrews ended up punching two 100s into the computer.

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"..." Anna's mouth hung open in disbelief before she finally climbed inside of the car. Once she fastened herself inside, Luna pulled out of the parking lot like a formula one racer, earning excited yelps from Shiro and a small cry of surprise from Serana.

"Umm, why did you guys come to pick us up?" Anna suddenly asked. "Well, we thought since we're dating the same man we should get a chance to know you better." Sei explained warmly.

"Hope we aren't inconveniencing you." Luna added. "No, of course not but... do you think you guys could have chosen a more discreet car to get us?"

Luna cutely twisted her head to the side as if she didn't understand. "Didn't we? I thought this one was already pretty low-key."

"...This car costs over 200 grand."

"Is it? I forgot it was so cheap..." Luna said without an ounce of vanity. "I don't really drive it anymore, I had really only chosen it because It's my only black vehicle."

"You don't!? So can I have it??" Serana asked. "This mine and Mal's dream car!!" "I don't mind." Luna said with a shrug. "It's already paid off so just ask your mother if-"

"No, she can not." Sei said without batting an eye. "But why!?!?"

"Dear, you could sell your body for eighteen hours a day and you still wouldn't be able to afford the insurance on this car, much less an oil change or maintenance."

Luna wanted to say that she really didn't care about paying for insurance and she already had a full personal service team who were responsible for working on all fifty of her cars. Eventually, she decided to just slip the keys into Serena's pocket later.

Serana suddenly looked offended and groped her breasts to make sure they were still above average in size.

"Hmph! I think you are underestimating my value! If I ever decided to stoop that low, I could buy twenty of these every day for the rest of my life!"

The girls burst into several adorable fits of laughter, allowing Anna to finally relax a bit.

She had to admit she was a bit flustered to begin with as she thought this might turn into some kind of awkward hazing thing but it didn't appear to be anything close to that.

Anna wasn't very good at making friends, so she was initially certain that there was no way she was going to be able to do it with her boyfriend's other girlfriends. Especially not when she had always been the jealous type in relationships. But for some reason, she could not bring herself to despise these women or wish for them to fall off the face of the earth.

They just seemed to be genuinely likable people without a malicious bone in their body. And subconsciously, she began to hope that they liked her and thought she was good enough. 'Dating that guy has made me all soft and sensitive... since when do I care about things like that.'

Despite her inner monologue, the undeniable smile on her face confirmed that she was not entirely averse to these changes taking place within her.

I think out of everything I have ever written so far the most unrealistic part of my story is the fact that a professor can remember a student's name. AnathaShesha