Chapter Six

He was standing at the whiteboard, pulling books and a sleek-looking silver Macbook out of his suitcase and arranging them on the teacher's desk—his desk, a gold wristwatch glistening around his right wrist before facing the class and Marcella's brain short-circuits a little.

No way-

It can’t be-

He was… the new Professor?

"Good morning class," he said while still arranging the books on top of each other on his table. The whole class echoed the greeting back at him. She on the other hand couldn't talk.

She couldn't decide whether she was completely horrified by this unexpected turn of events, or simply in a state of shock. The hot stranger she had been daydreaming about was her new History Professor.

She was frozen in her seat, suddenly unsure if she wanted him to remember her or not. She didn't fancy herself as unforgettable in any way but it seemed a huge part of her hoped he still recognized her.

“OMG! They weren't joking about him being the sexiest man alive,” she heard Bella whis