Last
attempt had failed… well, more like horribly backfired, but Bill wasn’t about
to give up! He had a sure fire way to spend some more private time with his
professor, and then… who knew what would happen then~
The class
had moved on to werewolves now, and Bill had purposefully failed every
question, every paper, about the subject, making it no surprise that Dipper
asked to see him after class.
“Is there
anything wrong, Bill?” Dipper asked him once class was over and the other
students had left. “I didn’t want to say it in front of the other students, but
lately your work has been very lacking, and I’m worried about you.”
“Oh,
Professor Pines~” Bill moaned, smirking on the inside but not letting it show
on the outside. “It’s just this whole thing with werewolves; I can’t wrap my
head around it! W-what if all my previous work was just a fluke? What if I’m
just useless when it comes to the supernatural?”
“Don’t say
that, Bill,” Dipper placed a gentle hand on Bill’s shoulder. “You’re very
bright, and honestly the best student in class. If you’re having a hard time
understanding werewolves, maybe you just need some personal tutoring?”
Bill smiled
at Dipper’s suggestion, mentally celebrating that his plan had worked.
“Really?”
Bill asked, placing a hand on Dipper’s chest. “I don’t want to bother you, but
I could really use your help with
this~”
“It’s no
bother at all,” Dipper assured him with a smile. “I’ll send you my address and
the time; then you can just show up if you’re free.”
“Oh, I’ll
definitely be there, Professor~” Bill
promised in as sultry a voice as he could manage, but it still didn’t seem to
work on Dipper.
Oh well, at
least now Bill had the chance to be alone, with Dipper, inside Dipper’s home…
perfect!
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As Bill
made his way to Dipper’s home, he had wondered if perhaps he should bring
something along to set the mood, but decided against it, since it wouldn’t be
necessary. He and Dipper would spend the next few hours together and all alone;
he would already have too many opportunities to hit on him than he could count!
After
making his way to the rather nice apartment complex where Dipper lived, Bill
rang the doorbell, and soon Dipper opened.
“Oh Bill!”
he greeted him. “I’m so happy you decided to come! Everyone else is already
here.”
Wait…
everyone else?
Bill was
led inside to the living room where, to his astonishment, four other students
from class were sitting around the sofa table. Aside from the many papers,
books, and pencils, there also were mugs and cups, a kettle, a bottle of soda,
and a plate of chocolates.
“I always
have soda and coffee, and you can have as much to drink as you need,” Dipper
explained. “Caffeine is important after all. Oh, and Chad brought chocolates
today to share with everyone!”
Bill glared
at the student in question; fucking Chad! He had no idea who this guy was,
aside from the fact he was another student trying to get with Dipper, so Bill
hated him. In fact, he hated every single one of the other students here. Maybe
one or two of them were actually here to be tutored, but the rest had gotten
the same idea Bill did.
“So, how
long have these tutoring sessions been going on?” Bill asked innocently, not
wanting to give his anger away to his rivals.
“Oh, I
think it happened a couple of weeks after the semester started,” Dipper
responded. “Hannah was struggling with the subject and suggested I should tutor
her. Since then, other students have joined us.”
Fuck! Bill
hadn’t even known any of that. He had to step up his game- no, he had to send a
direct message to the other students in class that Dipper was off limits.
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