Emma came to a halt as Damon stopped by the mahogany door. Her face scrunched up a bit as she remembered why they had set out on this journey together; to see the jerk faced professor. What a waste of time. She thought.

“Do you really hate him that much?” Damon asked, as he took notice of the frown on her face as she stared at the door.

“Yes.” She replied, unwaveringly.

“But you’re just meeting him for the first time today.” He cited.

And he managed to ...