Regina King as
Professor Yvonne Knight
Dylan O'Brien as
Daniel Sharman as
"Remember that when writing about these theories, to look at all different aspects, all different perspectives and not just your own. That leaves blind spots."
"Fuck. She wore the blue skirt today..."
Justin glanced over at his best friend Lukas sitting at the desk next to him to see his light brown eyes laser-focused on their professor.
"The blue skirt?" Justin asked with a raised brow. "The red one's better with that slit going all the way up her thigh."
"Nah," Lukas said shaking his head. He leaned over slightly while keeping his eyes focused on Professor Knight. "Watch when she bends over..."
"Why would she fucking bend over? She's lecturing," Justin snapped.
Lukas winked with a mischievous grin on his face. He pulled a rubber band from his pocket and with his thumb, aimed at the calendar next to the chalkboard.
"You asshole," Justin snickered.
"Shit, I'm just trying to see hers," Lukas smirked as he let the rubber band go and watched it fling across the room, snapping against the calendar which immediately fell to the floor.
Yvonne quickly turned around to see her humanitarian calendar splayed out on the floor.
"What in the-... jeez," she sighed as she turned around and bent over to pick up the calendar.
"Hooooolyyyyy fuck," Justin groaned.
"See?" Lukas grinned.
"How the hell did I not notice that before?" Justin said readjusting the tightened crotch of his school uniform.
"Cause you're a blind motherfucker who doesn't know a good thing when he sees it," Lukas teased.
"Fuck you," Justin scowled as he shoved Lukas in the arm causing him to laugh.
"Mr. Bailey. Mr. Scott. Is my lecture that boring that you have to have your own comedy show?" Yvonne said looking up at them in the back, with an annoyed expression on her face.
"Oop... we made our baby upset..." Lukas whispered with a grin.
"Not at all, Professor Knight," Justin said out loud with a charming smile as he ignored Lukas' comment. "Actually, this is our favorite class. Can't think of anything more exciting than this."
Yvonne scoffed in blatant offense as she put her hand on her hip. "Is that sarcasm, Mr. Bailey?"
Justin grinned as he leaned forward and locked eyes with her. "Quite the opposite... Professor Knight..."
Yvonne raised a brow and crossed her arms across her chest. "Then am I to assume you've already chosen which theories you'll be conducting your research?"
"Absolutely," Justin said clasping his hands together. "Sigmund Freud."
Yvonne blinked at him. "...Freud? Mr. Bailey, there are plenty of other psychologists with in-depth, thorough material. Skinner. Pavlov. Watson-"
"I'm most intrigued by Freud," Justin cut her off.
Yvonne wanted to roll her eyes. Of course this college student in particular was interested in the theories of one of the most controversial psychologists.
"Very well," she said turning back around to the chalk board to continue her lecture.
"She totally wants to fuck me," Justin grinned watching the back of her head.
"Not even in your wildest dreams, bro," Lukas teased.
"You saw how she was looking at me? She was practically begging me to take her over that desk. Slide that skirt up her sexy thighs-" Justin started as he bit his lip.
"She was looking at you like the annoying little brat you are," Lukas snickered.
Justin cut his eyes to Lukas and smirked. "You're just jealous."
Lukas scoffed. "Of what?!"
"That you'll never get a piece of that ass," Justin smirked.
Lukas had to cover his mouth not to laugh. "And you would?!"
"Damn right, I would," Justin snapped.
Lukas scoffed. "You're fucking delusional. She's way out of your league."
"She's out of your fucking league!"
"Boys!" Yvonne said spinning around, fed up with their murmurs in the back. "Do I need to kick you both out?!"
"Sorry, Professor Knight," Lukas said quickly. "We were just... discussing our project."
She sucked her teeth and turned back to the board.
Justin took in her form as he bit his lip again.
"I'm not trying to share her, Lukas. She's mine," Justin whispered.
Lukas tore his eyes away from her and squinted at Justin, leaning closer towards him. "You know damn well I've had my eyes on her since freshman year. She's mine," he whispered back.
Justin quickly looked at Lukas. "Let's settle this with a bet."
Lukas sucked his teeth. "You'll lose."
"Then you should have no problem taking the bet," Justin said.
Lukas eyed him curiously. "...what's the bet?"
"First one to win her over... gets to have her," Justin said.
"And just how do we determine when we've 'won her over'," Lukas said with a raised brow.
Justin looked at Lukas with a sly grin. "When you get her in your bed..."
"Okay, now hold on," Lukas said. "We need some parameters on this cause I wanna make sure when I win you don't try to backtrack like a bitch."
Justin sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. "You're such a fucking drama queen."
"Kiss my ass," Lukas said taking out a pen and paper. "Now 'get her in bed' could just be her sitting on your bed..."
"Laying in your bed," Justin said rolling his eyes.
"Naked?" Lukas said with a raised brow.
Justin shrugged. "It still counts if she has her bra and panties on."
"I mean I'll have her sexy ass naked, but I guess you need that since you're so fucking lame," Lukas teased, scribbling on the paper.
"Fuck you," Justin muttered as Lukas chuckled.
"How 'fucked' does she need to be," Lukas mused tapping his lip thinking.
"So we're extending the parameters?" Justin said with a raised brow.
"You really think you can have her half naked in your bed without touching her?"
"Good point," Justin said looking at Yvonne. "As long as there's some type of penetration. Dick, finger, tongue... shit, I'm just gonna give her all three..."
"So you think," Lukas smirked as he kept writing.
"So I know," Justin said matter-of-factly.
By the time the guys had finished drafting almost a full contract for their bet, the class was already being dismissed.
Yvonne waved off a few of her students before she turned back to the board to wipe off her notes.
Justin and Lukas walked down the stairs, making eye contact with each other.
"Game on," Lukas mouthed with a wink before he rushed ahead of Justin.
Yvonne turned around to see Lukas Scott walking down the steps of the lecture hall towards her. His hands sat in the pockets of his red and black uniform. A sly grin on his face that informed her he was up to no good.
She glanced past him to see him being closely followed by another one of her students, Justin Bailey. The focused glimmer in his eyes ever so similar to the look she saw in Lukas'.
Yvonne didn't know much about Justin and Lukas but she knew enough.
That they were best friends even prior to attending the university. That they were geniuses who consistently scored top of their class in every class. That they stemmed from absurdly wealthy families. That they were players widely popular with the female population of the school.
But most importantly... that they were troublemakers who delighted in the chaos they created.
And that they always got away with it.
She had seen at least 6 professors at the university either resign, fired, or disappear altogether. And each case seemed to stem from these two gods of mischief whom she was now annoyed seemed to have set their sights on her.
"Mr. Scott," she said stiffly, taking a step back.
Lukas caught the way she distanced herself from him and tried to hide his grin.
"I just wanted to apologize," Lukas said putting on a sweet, innocent smile. "For the way I disrupted your class earlier."
Yvonne looked at him with a raised brow, not sure if this was a trick.
Lukas pulled his hands from his pockets and leaned on her desk. He lost count just how many times he daydreamed in class about fucking her on top of this very desk.
"Your lectures are just so..." his eyes slowly roamed over the curve of her hips, over her waist, lingering on her breasts before catching her eyes. "...titillating..."
Yvonne took another step back, blinking startled at his approach.
The audacity of this child.
"Not sure that's the best word to use, Mr. Scott," she said raising her brow.
"He's just channeling Freud."
Yvonne glanced at Justin who walked up beside Lukas.
"You're both writing on Freud?" she asked.
"Sort of," Lukas shrugged. "I'm writing on his theory of the five stages of psychosexual development. How for each stage, the libido's need for pleasure is focused on a different part of the body. You know... oral... anal... phallic-"
"I know the 5 stages, Mr. Scott," she said quickly cutting him off.
She caught Lukas' eyes focused everywhere but her face and quickly covered her chest in the most inconspicuous way so as not to seem too obvious that she felt a bit... exposed.
But it clearly didn't work as it only brought a satisfied grin to the young student's face.
"And you... Mr. Bailey," she said switching her eyes to the tall blonde.
"Well... I'll be writing on the unconscious mind," Justin said catching her attention. "How the unconscious mind contains the things that lie outside of our awareness such as our wishes, desires, hopes... urges..." Justin bit his bottom lip as he locked eyes with her. "Yet continues to influence our behavior... and makes us act out on those desires..."
Yvonne felt her breathing shorten. These two students must have been at least half her age and yet they were both eyeing her like prey.
"Those are both very... interesting topics," she said taking a few more steps back. "I look forward to your presentation."
She turned around when she heard Justin call her name again.
"Professor Knight," Justin said.
"...yes, Mr. Bailey."
"Do you have office hours?" he said eyeing her backside.
She turned around and looked at him as she leaned back against the chalkboard.
"Why not ask for my help during class?" she asked.
"Just had a few questions regarding the reading material that I didn't want to monopolize class time with."
Justin spoke with such sweetness in his voice it nearly gave her a toothache. But the look in his eyes completely gave him away.
The guy was a genius. There was no way he needed any assistance at all whatsoever.
"Send me an email, and we'll try to book an appointment," she said walking to the other side of the classroom towards the closet to grab her coat.
"Can I help you boys with anything else?" she said loudly as she disappeared in the closet.
"Baby, there's a whole fucking lot you can help me with..." Lukas said swallowing hard. Justin nudged him in the ribs as they both shared a smirk.
"Boys?" she said peeking her head back with a raised brow.
"No, that's all," Justin smiled charmingly. "Thank you, Professor Knight."
She nodded as she quickly disappeared in the closet again.
"She's not married," Lukas said walking alongside Justin down the broad hallway of their university. "No wedding ring. But she could have a boyfriend..."
"Who gives a shit," Justin scoffed. "Also when has that ever stopped us before."
"You mean you," Lukas grinned. "Homewrecker."
Justin shrugged with a smug grin. "If Mary Ellen's husband was fucking her right, she wouldn't have been so quick to jump on my dick."
"She was desperate as fuck," Lukas rolled his eyes.
"She was a MILF."
"Great. Then you can take her basic ass, and I'll keep Knight to myself," Lukas said.
"You think I'm stupid?" Justin scoffed.
"Kinda yea," Lukas snickered.
Justin shook his head. "A thousand Mary Ellen's still wouldn't come close to Knight."
Lukas rolled his eyes in frustration. "She doesn't even want you. She was looking at me the whole time we were in there."
"Lukas, my friend, you are suffering from delusions of grandeur- "Justin started.
"What's up, losers?"
Lukas and Justin looked up to see three women wearing the same black and red uniform walking towards them.
"I need to borrow your credit card," Jillian said holding her hand out to Justin
"I need to borrow your credit card," Jillian said holding her hand out to Justin.
"Hi to you too, sis," Justin rolled his eyes.
"Hi. Credit card please," she said snapping her fingers at him.
Justin sucked his teeth. "What happened to yours?"
"Dad, cut me off."
"Then it was probably for a reason," Justin smirked.
"Justin, come on! You know how much of a stickler he can be. I just saw this new Freddy Kreuger bong online and I NEED to get it!" Jillian whined.
"Really, Jill? You need it?" Justin grinned.
"Yes, need!" she said impatiently.
Justin glanced over at her friend Mallory. Her long wavy black hair slightly hiding her face that immediately flushed when his eyes landed on her.
"She doesn't really need it does she," Justin winked at her.
"Um..." Mallory said flustered.
"I swear I'll pay you back," Jillian begged.
"Another lie, but okay," Justin grinned as he handed her his credit card.
"Lukas, you punk ass bitch. You never answered my texts," Ashley said waving her phone at him.
"I was in class, Ash," Lukas said smooshing his lips against her cheek.
"GROSS! I don't want your nasty lips against against my cheek! I want an answer to my question!" Ashley said shoving him back.
Lukas sighed. "Sometimes I don't know how a chill and awesome guy like me is related to a tightly wound psychopath like you."
"Shut up!" she said pushing her phone in his face. "Answer already!"
Lukas grabbed her phone and read her text. "Wait... my car? Why can't you take Johnny's? I mean he's your brother."
"But you're my cousin," she pleaded. "Plus his car is in the shop."
"Again?! Dude, your brother can't drive for shit," Lukas snickered.
"Yea, yea, so yes or no?" Ashley said impatiently.
"No," Lukas said pushing her phone away.
Mallory watched in silence as the four of them chatted with each other so loudly they quickly became the loudest voices in the hall. Everyone was looking at them but it didn't seem to be out of annoyance or irritation.
But jealousy. Intrigue. Longing.
Other than the fact that the Baileys and the Scotts were among the wealthiest families in the state, each child of both families seemed to be a genius in their own respective right.
Mallory always found it strange. But she considered herself lucky to be one of the few befriended by them.
She watched Justin tease his sister as a quick sigh escaped her lips. She had had a crush on the tall, handsome blonde since before she started hanging out with Jillian.
But then... so did every other girl in school.
He had his pick of girls. There was no way a guy like him would be interested in a girl like her.
She couldn't even bother looking at Lukas. They guy oozed sex appeal and just being in his presence made her nervous.
"But why?!" Ashley whined. "Don't tell me you used it for another bet with Justin."
Lukas paused after laughing. "I didn't bet the car this time."
"Seriously? What are you guys betting on now?" Jillian asked sarcastically.
"On the sexist woman in the world," Justin grinned.
"That's cute, but I'm not interested in you, Bailey, nor am I into incest," Ashley smirked. "I'll have to pass."
Lukas rolled his eyes. "How do you see with your head so far up your ass?"
"Who is it?" Jillian persisted.
Justin went to speak when suddenly a familiar voice rang in the air. They glanced down the hall to see Professor Knight fixing her coat around her body as she headed towards the exit.
Mallory noticed the way Lukas and Justin's eyes became hooded as they glazed over with desire.
"Are you kidding me?! Professor Knight?!" Ashley blurted.
"Say that a little louder, cuz, I don't think she heard you," Lukas sucked his teeth.
"You guys are morons. There's no way either of you will win that bet?" Jillian said shaking her head.
"Oh ye of little faith," Justin grinned patting her head. "Watch me."
Ashley shook her head. "Just because you've fucked other professors doesn't mean you'll get her. Besides... I actually like her."
"So do we," Lukas said. "Hence... the bet I'll be winning. She'll be riding my face in no time."
"God, Lukas!" Ashley said rolling her eyes.
Mallory couldn't help but furrow her brows. She had gotten used to Lukas and Justin sleeping with just about any girl they wanted. But something felt particularly strange about them being interested in Professor Knight.
"Don't you agree, Mal?"
Mallory snapped out of it as she caught Jillian and Ashley looking at her expectantly.
"I'm sorry, I missed it," Mallory said.
"This whole stupid bet over who gets to sleep with Professor Knight," Jillian said rolling her eyes. "As if they stand a chance."
"I mean, yea, I think it's kinda gross actually," Mallory said.
Justin raised a curious brow as Lukas rolled his eyes.
"Gross? You think we're gross?" Justin smirked.
"Obviously," Jillian mocked.
"No not you!" Mallory said quickly. "But I mean... Professor Knight.. well she's a professor."
"So?" Lukas shrugged.
"She's like twice your age," Mallory added.
"Aged like fine wine," Justin said kissing his fingers. "And I can't wait to get a taste."
Jillian rolled her eyes as Mallory diverted her eyes in frustration.
"Like we care what you guys think anyway," Lukas smirked. "If you'll excuse me. I have a bet to win."
"Okay, but your car," Ashley said snapping her fingers at him.
"Fuckin' hell, Ash," Lukas laughed.
Yvonne stood in the middle of the ladder as she went to hang her calendar back up. She reached over to the side and lost her footing.
She waved her arms frantically as she started to fall backward when she felt a pair of hands grip her hips.
She glanced behind her to see Lukas Scott giving her a concerned look.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks," she said as he helped her down. His hands lingered on her hips longer than necessary before he eventually peeled them off of her.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Scott? It's after school hours," she said.
"I forgot something in lab," he said. "Passed by your classroom and saw you were still here."
"Oh," she said smoothing down her skirt.
"...what are you still doing here?" Lukas asked.
"Forgot some papers I planned to finish grading," she said tapping a tall pile on her desk. "Then figured I should hang my calendar back up. Probably not a good idea to do that in a skirt in heels. They both just got in the way," she chuckled.
"You could have just taken them off," Lukas said.
Yvonne looked at him startled.
"I mean... there was no one here..." Lukas smiled. "Safety first, right?"
"You were here," she said with a raised brow.
"True. Lucky for you..." Lukas said, his words trailing off.
Yvonne didn't know whether to actually thank him or not. She gave him a quick smile as she walked back to her bag.
"Yes, lucky for me," she said sifting through her bag and stuffing folders inside. "Spend too much time in this building as is."
Lukas eyed her casually, taking in her outfit.
"Did you change?" he asked.
"Hmm?" she said grabbing her phone.
"Your shirt... it's different than it was this morning," Lukas said.
"Oh," she said looking down. "Spilled coffee. It was the best I could find on such short notice which sucked since I had a meeting with the board. Not my day, honestly. At least they didn't say anything about me looking like a bum."
"You could probably wear a trash bag and still look fucking gorgeous," Lukas said.
Yvonne paused and looked at Lukas who was giving her a sweet innocent smile that contrasted severely with the raw desire in his eyes.
"Thank you... Mr. Sco- what are you doing here? Do you need something?" she asked.
"You," he said confidently.
Yvonne looked at him confused.
Lukas walked towards her and saw her hesitate as he placed a thumb drive on her desk.
"Was hoping you'd review this... when you get a moment," he said looking into her eyes.
"...what is it?" she asked.
"Just a draft of my submission for the Global Theory Event," he said.
"You decided to apply?" she asked.
"How could I not when you recommended it?"
"Not many other students did," she said furrowing her brow.
"I think you'll find... I'm not like other students..." he said cocking his head to the side with a grin.
Yvonne swallowed hard as she tried to assess just what this young man was up to. She grabbed the thumb drive and gave him a look.
"I'd be happy to help," she said.
She didn't know how to interpret the look in his eyes. She just knew it wasn't the way a student should be looking at his professor.
She felt her phone buzz and read a text.
"I should go," she said.
"Can I walk you to your car?" he asked.
Yvonne looked at him surprised again.
"It's not safe for a woman to be alone at this time of night," he added.
Yvonne gave him a gentle smile. "Thank you, Mr. Scott... I'd appreciate that."
Lukas walked to the door and held it open as Yvonne walked through. He couldn't help his eyes roaming her figure as an intense hunger invaded his thoughts.
"How are you enjoying the semester?" Yvonne asked as Lukas walked her down the hall.
"It was actually pretty boring until I started taking your class," Lukas said.
"Boring?" she said amused.
"Life can be pretty boring for a genius," Lukas shrugged.
"Don't sound to humble," she teased.
"It's not pride, Professor. I almost consider it a curse. When everything else seems so simple, you can't help but seek adventure elsewhere and sometimes that can have... negative implications..."
Yvonne glanced at Lukas whose brows had furrowed as if he had been lost in thought. When suddenly he looked up at her.
"I guess that's why I enjoy you so much," he said.
Yvonne blinked at him, surprised by his comment.
"I mean... your class," he said quickly. "You're unique... challenging...different."
"I see," she said. "I'm a social experiment."
"I didn't say that," he smirked.
"I don't scare easily, Mr. Scott," she smirked as they turned the corner.
"Believe me. The last thing I plan on doing... is scaring you away..."
Yvonne stared at Lukas, not sure what to make of his words or his tone. He gave her a teasing smirk as he pushed the door open.
She walked outside, running into someone as her her heel caught in the threshold and she fell on top of him.
Lukas went to catch her when his face twisted in frustration at who she was on top of.
Yvonne rubbed her head when she looked down at who broke her fall.
"Mr. Bailey!" she said quickly. "Oh gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
"Never better..." Justin grinned holding her hips.
Yvonne tried to crawl off of him and Lukas saw Justin's hands stray towards her ass before he kicked Justin in the feet.
"Did I hurt you?" she said standing to her feet and grabbing his hand to help him up.
"Not too badly," Justin said rubbing his head. "Ouch... I think... I hit my head..."
Yvonne gently grabbed his hand and had him sit on the stairs just inside. She leaned forward and brushed his dirty blonde hair out of his face.
Lukas stood behind her, enjoying the view of her bent over slightly tending to Justin until he realized just what his best friend was up to.
"Let me see," she said touching his forehead.
Her face was inches from his, so close he could feel her breath on his cheeks. It took everything in Justin not to close the distance between them and feel her lips.
"Does this hurt?" she asked rubbing her thumb over the side of his forehead.
"...only slightly..." Justin said looking at her plump lips, parted in concentration. He wanted to suck them into his mouth so badly.
"Well it's not swollen... just a little red," she said twisting her mouth. "Maybe I can-"
"Justin's a big boy, he'll be fine," Lukas said quickly.
Yvonne glanced back at Lukas who had an irritated look of jealousy on his face. Justin couldn't help but smirk but he quickly switched his face to one of concern when Yvonne set her eyes back on him.
"Will you be okay?" she asked.
"I'll manage," he smiled. "Thank you, Professor Knight. Are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you..."
"No, I'm fine," she sighed pulling back.
"Yes, you are," he said before he could stop himself. "I mean... you don't look to be hurt."
"Ugh... just my phone," she frowned looking at her cracked screen. "I really need to go. If you boys need anything just send me an email, okay?"
She grabbed her bag and rushed through the door leaving them both behind.
"That's the best you could come up with?" Lukas said sarcastically.
"Actually, that wasn't even planned, but it worked out so well," Justin grinned. "Do you know what her breasts felt like against my chest? So fucking soft."
"Shut the hell up," Lukas said kicking him in the ankle as Justin laughed.
Yvonne rushed to her car with her phone to her ear as she searched her bag for her keys.
"Come on, pick up. Pick up. Dammit!" she groaned. "He's going to be so mad at me for being late!"
"I can't possibly be mad at you for something that's basically a character trait..."
Yvonne looked up to see one of her colleagues standing next to her car wearing a pair of black slacks and a long black coat.
"Ian! Oh gosh! I'm so sorry I'm late," she blurted.
Ian rolled his eyes.
Professor Ian Rice
"That's your default greeting now, Eve," Ian teased
"That's your default greeting now, Eve," Ian teased.
Yvonne smirked at him before she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight.
"I had just... the worst day..." she sighed against him.
Ian wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. "Wanna talk about it over dinner?"
Yvonne pulled back and looked at him with a smile. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, Eve..." he grinned.
"I was so close," Justin said walking alongside Lukas.
"You weren't close at all," Lukas scoffed.
"I could practically feel her breath. And the way she felt on top of me..."
"She FELL on top of you," Lukas snapped.
Justin looked at Lukas and grinned. "You're such a sore loser."
"I haven't lost anything!" Lukas said as Justin laughed. "Asshole," Lukas smirked.
"You just gotta move quicker," Justin teased nudging him in the ribs.
"Don't even worry about it. I've got a whole strategy-" Lukas said before Justin stopped him.
"What?" Lukas said. Justin grabbed Lukas' shoulder and turned him towards the corner of the parking lot.
Lukas searched until his eyes widened when he saw Yvonne locking lips with one of their other professors.
"Why is this motherfucker kissing my woman?!" Lukas snapped.
"I thought you said she wasn't married," Justin said annoyed.
"She isn't! I thought you said it didn't matter!"
"Clearly it does!"
Justin pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm down. "Alright, just... just relax... we'll figure this out."
"How?" Lukas said growing more agitated watching Ian's hands caress Yvonne's backside.
Justin looked at the two professors. "We handle him like we did the others..."
Lukas and Justin shared a look.
"We make him disappear," Justin said.
"Quickly," Lukas said folding his arms across his chest. "And then she's mine again."
"You mean mine," Justin corrected.
"Motherfucker, I said what I said," Lukas smirked as he walked towards his car.