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There were many thing that Paris couldn't swallow in, especially when it involved him being butt naked in a cold classroom with blue balls, bruised lips (because he had to use his fucking mouth to cut off the ropes!) And a hurt ego.

She rejected him.

Twice.

Who in fuck's name does that to a Holmes?! It didn't even make sense, and it most definitely wasn't fair.

He didn't deserve that.

After he took his very, very depressed and raged filled ass out of her class then walked into his, pissed, annoyed at the whole world and ready to snap at anyone who tried talking to him but he managed to hold it on long enough and not blow up.

Until he realized that she hadn't been in the class since the first period.

"Does anyone have a question?"

"Actually, I do." Paris never talked in class unless he was making a joke or trying to get his buddies to do something relatively stupid or whatever it was jocks did in the classroom.

So the apparent glad surprise on his teacher's face wasn't surprising. Perh