Jo was the first one done with the Art History midterm, but she waited until a cluster of students turned theirs in before she followed suit. She only made it a few steps out of the classroom before she heard a high-pitched voice call out her fake name.

"Alex! Wait up!"

Jo sighed and reluctantly turned around. The voice belonged to Jessie, the cute but overeager redhead she met on the first day of class. Jo only attended the first day and exam days of a given course, and unfortunately for her, today was one of those days.

"What did you think of the midterm, Alex?" Jessie asked breathlessly. She was panting from trying to catch up with Jo, the beautifully mysterious college student all the guys had been drooling over. Jessie couldn't help but look at Jo with envy.

Jo looked so effortlessly cool in her men's button-down shirt and skinny jeans. Her dark locks were impossibly shiny, and she looked fresh-faced with her wide hazel eyes and pink cheeks. It wasn't fair that someone could look this good on the morning of a midterm. Jessie suddenly felt self-conscious in her oversized sweatshirt, leggings, and slouchy Ugg boots. Although she had been up all night studying, she kicked herself for not putting more effort into her appearance.

"Um..." Jo stalled. She thought the midterm was easy, but she wasn't sure if that was the right answer. Jo was a second semester junior at Grant University, but she had already completed a college-level education by the time she was fifteen. Everything was relatively easy to her.

"It was okay," Jo replied cautiously. "What did you think?"

Jessie let out a dramatic sigh and whined, "I thought it was hard!"

Jo smiled at the other girl. "Yeah, it was kind of tricky," she lied. Jo could have aced the exam, but she marked a few answers wrong on purpose. Her entire philosophy for university was to fly under the radar, and being at the top of her class would just call attention to herself.

"Anyways, I'm going up," Jo said as they reached the staircase. "I wanted to ask our T.A. a few questions. Bye, Jessie."

"Which one?" Jessie asked eagerly, wanting to prolong the conversation as long as possible. She hoped other students would see her associating with the elusive Alex Smith, which would in turn boost her own profile.

"The political science T.A., Brandon," Jo responded uncomfortably. She was itching to be done with this conversation.

"Oh. My. God. He is so freaking hot. I'm, like, in love with him!" Jessie exclaimed, twirling a red curl around her index finger.

Jo could feel her IQ dropping, but she laughed politely. "Yeah, I wanted to ask him about my grade. Anyways, I'll see you around!" Jo said before bolting up the stairs.

"Bye, Alex!" Jessie called after her.

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Jo knocked on the door before entering Brandon's office, then closed the door shut behind her. "Hi," she said.

Brandon Vogel looked up from the pile of paperwork on his desk. His bright blue eyes lit up as soon as he saw her.

"Hi," Brandon replied. He leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his dark blonde hair, his chest muscles flexing underneath his fitted black v-neck. He gave her the once over with an approving smile.

"Nice shirt," he teased.

"Do you want it back?"

Jo walked over, perched herself on his desk, and looked down at him coyly. Brandon exhaled deeply: he had finally met his match.

Brandon Vogel was a charming devil with All-American looks and questionable morals. He had no qualms about boosting the grades of his favorite female students, and Jo, or "Alex Smith" as he knew her, was definitely his favorite.

Brandon had a reputation as a womanizing heartbreaker. But despite his reputation, girls still flocked to him. Perhaps they wanted a project - perhaps they wanted to be the one who could change him. It was as if the more emotionally unavailable he was, the more determined they would become.

But Jo was different. She was aware of his womanizing ways and didn't care. She accepted it. She had no expectations of him, and he, in an ironic turn of events, was drawn to her. She kept her distance, and he found everything about her intriguing.

When they were together, it was exhilarating. She was beautiful, flirtatious, and focused completely on him. But once they parted ways, he would barely hear from her. It drove him crazy.

"Maybe I do want my shirt back," he said with a glint in his eye. Brandon stood up from his chair and positioned himself between Jo's legs. He grabbed her butt and slid her closer to the edge of the desk. Brandon pressed himself against his student, making it clear how much he wanted her.

Heat slowly spread throughout Jo's body as he started to unbutton her shirt, revealing her lacy black La Perla bra. He cupped her breasts with both hands as he kissed her neck, relishing the resulting soft sighs. Brandon undid the top button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper. "Let's see how fast I can make you come."

Without waiting for a response, Brandon slid his hand into her matching La Perla bottoms. As soon as his fingers touched her, Jo gasped at the jolt that shocked her center. He watched her face with a knowing smile as he started to massage her with his expert fingers. Jo bit her lip, trying to stifle her soft moans but ultimately failing. Brandon dipped his middle finger into her, the pad of his thumb massaging circles on her clit.

"Fuck," Jo cursed, squirming against his hand. He knew her body so well.

Just then, a meek voice called out from behind the door. "Mr. Vogel?"

Jo quickly removed Brandon's hand from her pants, and he let out a string of curse words. "I should go," she whispered, buttoning up her shirt, an amused look on her face. Brandon clenched his jaw and adjusted the bulge in his pants. The interrupting student outside his office was going to pay – he'd make sure of it.

Jo straightened up and cleared her throat. "Mr. Vogel, I just wanted to ask you about my grade in Political Theory," she said in a loud stage voice.

"Well, Alex, you have the full points for participation, but I haven't graded the midterm yet. I'm sure you did fine."

Brandon sighed and sat back in his leather chair, dejected. He had a sneaking suspicion that the main reason Jo was interested in him was so she wouldn't have to attend Political Theory. The professor had a strict attendance policy where students who missed more than five classes automatically failed his course, but Brandon was so smitten with Jo that he dutifully marked her down as "present" every time. She had been in two of Brandon's classes before, American Politics and Global Politics, but she never so much as looked at him until Political Theory, funnily enough.

"Thanks," Jo smiled at the visibly flustered T.A. "That's all I wanted to know. I'll let you get to your other students."

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As Jo made her way back to her apartment, she felt a vibration in her leather Chloe bag. She pulled out a gold cellphone monogrammed with her fake initials. The "Alex Smith phone" was her school and social events phone. It was the one she used to keep up appearances, and it was always on vibrate.

Brandon: It was good seeing you...

As she chuckled to herself, another phone began to ring. Jo dropped the monogrammed phone back into her purse and pulled out the one that was ringing.

It was a blocked number. Jo answered her work cellphone, but waited for the caller to speak first.

"Is this Ms. Doe?"

Satisfied with the greeting, Jo finally responded. "This is she."

"Ms. Doe, we need your help."

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