Romans & histoires Find My Professor

I told her, a little hesitantly. She lifted her gaze to meet mine again. “Both of us?” She asked, furrowing her brows together. I sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. “Yes,” I said slowly. “I agreed to help out for the rest of the semester as the Professor for Shifting and Combat,” I explained. Her mouth dropped open at my words. “Y… you’re going to be my professor again?”

I punctuate each word with a sharp poke to the chest. “I don’t know what you are talking about!” he starts to panic. "Yes, I remember you from three weeks ago but what are the odds that some hook-up from Sacramento would also be here in Santa Cruz?" he is starting to hyperventilate as he struggles to explain himself. “I had no idea you’d be my professor when I signed up for classes. How could I, I didn't even know your name?" I can smell the truth in his words. If he were lying, I'd taste it in his fear.

There’s no pink square pocket on his jacket, but the face? Oh fuck. I gasp. I know exactly who he is. Cassian. Professor Cassian Ashbourne, my psychology professor. He’s staring at me too, but quickly looks away. I freeze. This is seriously messed up. I’m rooted to the spot just by the entrance, torn between turning around and walking out. I watch as Professor Cassian pulls out his phone and scrolls for a second before lifting it to his ear. Is he about to call me? Before I can think too hard, my feet move on their own. I walk toward him, eyes locked on his face, silently convincing myself this is just a coincidence.

Edmund's POV The professor who cited my paper was named Dr. Marchetti and she taught geotechnical engineering at a university in the north. I found out because Mum showed me an alert that Rosa's monitoring system had flagged. An academic paper published the previous month had cited my second paper in its literature review section.

com to: zoeyprince@cardwelluniversity.edu.com Hi, Zoey. This is Dr. Emerson. I've been able to speak with all of your professors regarding your tests. They all have busy schedules, but we have come up with a timetable that is flexible for you, and them. Please find the attached.

I started, "I need to get my phone." "Should I come with you?" she asked as I got up from my seat. "No," I said sharply as I sauntered out of the class without looking back. I walked past some students to the far end of the hallway, but I couldn't locate professor Ava's office. "Hey," I called one of the students walking alone, "Any idea where professor Ava's office is?" I asked. "Upstairs," he answered, "Opposite professor Logan's office. My breath caught in my throat, "Opposite?"

I sighed, careful not to roll my eyes. “ I'm good, professor.” “ Then say something.” I look around for a clue. Nothing. The professor walks up to me, and took my phone. “ Let's see what kept you distracted,” he said, about to read the chats. My heart dropped. I felt a surge of panic rise in my chest. The beat of my heart and my pulse paces like a race horse. It could ruin everything for me. If he finds out about my relationship with Aaron.

What's up? I messaged him in the middle of last second lecture, hiding the phone under the table because the lecture is hell boring. A bright smile spread across my face as I instantly received his reply. My Hottie Professor: My this period is free, I'm in H.O.D. Room. You can come here and meet me. Me: I wish I could come. I pouted sadly because I can't go. My Hottie Professor: You can come. Me: How? My Hottie Professor: Give some excuse and come. It's so simple.

"Good morning class. My name is Dr. Alqamar San Diego and I will be your professor in Biochemistry for the whole year," Shit.

From: From: +63913******* It’s Oliver Varez by the way if you’re not able to save my number from last night :) I stuck an air in both of my cheeks as I read his message, what should I reply to this? This is so weird that my professor is really messaging me privately. I put down my phone and turned and looked to my left side where Louise is on her laptop, I cleared my throat before speaking on her. “Louise, do you know Mr. Varez?” I asked and she looked at me. “Of course, girl, he is our sub professor, did you forget?” She said.