Find My Professor Novels & Stories

“You’re in Professor Halden’s section. You missed two weeks of lectures. And your last test score was sixty-two.” I blinked. “Jesus. You memorize scores?” “No. Just yours.” He looked me dead in the eye. “I like to know what I’m working with.” I stared. Then smiled. “Are you always this blunt?” “I don’t sugarcoat,” he replied, and shrugged. “Do you want the help or not?” “God, yes.” I told the professor I’d found someone. Thought it’d make him proud. So I made my way to his office, ignoring the butterflies fighting a war in my stomach. His door was slightly open, so I tapped once before slipping inside.

I couldn’t wait. I checked through the lecture rooms and finally found the one for my level. I knocked on the door and pushed it open gently, only to freeze when I saw the same professor on the stage. As handsome and stunning as before.

“Yeah, I’ll be over here, in case you're losing your mind.” Ember walked away, waving Piper goodbye. “Now to call the professor.” Piper dug her hand into the side of her bag and dialled the number from the paper. The phone rang once, and he picked up on the second ring. “Who is this?” he said “Professor Can we meet?” He paused a beat before giving her a location. The café near the faculty building was almost empty, so Piper spotted him immediately. Professor Stein sat alone at a corner table, laptop open, coffee still filled to the top. “Professor,” she said.

I instantly look up and see Professor Sebastian’s beautiful face in front of me. Is this for real? Or am I dreaming? But his features are much too realistic for it to be a dream. I watch him pull a chair and sit across from me. I move in close to whisper, “What are you doing here? Someone might recognize you!” “I’m not much of a celebrity.” “How did you find me? Did Kristoff send you? Please, professor, I need to be alone right now.” I raise my cup and take another gulp. My coffee has cooled.

Jerome Laurent stood close enough that I could see the flecks of amber in his dark eyes. "Professor Laurent," I managed, my throat suddenly dry. "I didn't hear you come in." My pulse stuttered. "I didn't know anyone was still here," I said, too quickly. "Obviously." He pushed off the door and stepped inside. His boots were silent against the scuffed wooden floor. "Class ended at four. It's nearly six." I swallowed. "I lost track of time." His gaze flicked to my sketch. His lips quirked. "Evidently." He stepped closer, his cologne something woodsy with a hint of spice wrapping around me. "May I?"

Irene commented offering me a bottle of water, I took a big gulp and gave it back with a thanks. "Not possible, Laurent is an early riser." I said with a smirk. She chuckled, "Benifits." "I know right, who is our professor again?" I asked taking out a spare notebook from my bag. She already had her stuff out and arranged neatly on her desk. "Didn't you get -" "I didn't bother remembering the names, come on tell me." "Some, Mrs. Runa." I didn't know why I even asked and I don't know what to do with that information bit I nodded.

Or was he asleep in the office like last time? I tried the knob, a frown twisting my face. His door was open. It was usually locked. Everything seemed intact. He hadn’t been in his office today. I tried his phone again. There was no ring this time. “What should I do?” I paced his office, suddenly remembering I couldn’t be caught roaming a lecturer’s office, especially since he wasn’t around. Before leaving, I tried to find something, anything that could point to his whereabouts. I was so wrong for this but I followed the address I’d found in a document that bore his name. I hadn’t checked the contents for anything other than his address because it wasn’t my business.

We both laughed, before Antonio left for the gym. Now, I was all alone. I carefully made my way into the school building, aiming for the office to meet the professor and resume with the work I promised to attend to, if chanced. But when I arrived at there, she wasn't in. Just some students and a few professors were working. "Gosh! Does she have a class? " I wondered, feeling worried to step out from the office. That's when Timothy, the nerd, walked up to me. He was among the students helping other professors out.

Tristan asked, concern clear in his voice. “Who is this?” I asked softly. I was probably being paranoid, but I didn’t like the idea of anyone catching Tristan and I leaving campus together. Tristan turned to look at me. “This is Professor Gregor Sanchez.” Surprise and embarrassment mixed within me as I recognized him. “Oh,” I said in surprise. “Right, I have a class with Dr. Sanchez. I’m sorry.” He laughed nervously. “Oh, don't worry about it,” he replied dismissively. “I don't always make the strongest impression on people.”

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”